“In its annual shareholder meeting last Friday, Dell CEO Michael Dell took a few swipes at Apple, according to a new report. The CEO said that it has turned to MTV to help tackle Apple on the digital music front, but that Apple is not really a competitor in the PC market …”
Actually I don’t know if he is, according to the strict meaning of the term, but doesn’t it sound right. On this one little journal alone, I can cite Michael Dell, who will clearly Say Anything, saying anything: c.f. Michael trashing the iPod and then, but a few months later—goddammit, where is that link—I don’t remember three-fourths of the stuff I write, hey, when it’s done, it’s done—Michael, the sport, did generously offered something to Apple—but what? Surely it wasn’t Expertise.
I have to start tagging, that’s all there is to it. Tagging in the Technorati sense, which I have resisted, quite naturally, until I at last see the value: so I can find my own crap! My del.icio.us tags page represents a loop back to the categories here.
I tagged to amuse myself, and amuse myself I did. But who, without knowing this is the exact phrase you need, is going to search on the tag brainsinpants. You see the problem. Or sexistpigs, clueless (I also made my own groups) and that really big favorite, testicles. (Will Technorati accept faintly nasty tags?)
You see my point. Please explain it to me. Oh, yes: the reason I am going to actually follow a procedure determined by someone other than myself. (I’ll just have to close my eyes and not think of Niall.)
You can also see, I hope, that I my health is a bit better. Poking fun at them what deserves it, beg for it—always a sure sign of health for. It looked like a permanent nose-dive there, a short time back, but aren’t drugs just the bees knees. I found I can poke and also work on readying my book for publication. At the same time!
And don’t forget, I ain’t really blogging—this really is a writer’s online journal. That the WWW happens to be an outlet for well-tuned snark only makes me feel at home. And when the snark misses its aim, even a little, just know I am feeling a bit poorly, but not to worry. I discovered I’ve had this genetic condition all my life. (Yeah, being me. That ain’t going away any time soon.)
Jeez, I may actually do a thing that draws readers? I mean, links? No, I mean readers. Links I invariably forget about. The mark of a born writer: having nothing to sell.
I don’t know about all this Monetizing (now there’s a loathesome word) of blogs. You know where Monetizing leads to, don’tcha: a brain like Michael Dell’s. Ca-ching! Ca-ching! Only, apparently Michael’s ca-chings are falling off:
… the comments follow an earnings warning issued by the company after it said that it faces earnings shortfall of nearly 33 percent for the second quarter …
Quit now, while you can still shake them little Wal-mart monkeys off your back.
