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The FLAIL interface where you control your computer with your body should have been wildly popular, I guess it was too far ahead of it’s time.
Well, here I go again! My team lost a game at the Cincinnati arena here (and we were only doing an exhibition against the Bearcats!), everybody else goes home but I can’t sleep so I start walking about talking to myself, “…. how could we lose to a college team? Think Ballmer, think, think! I paid 2 billion for this? Geez louise! What am I gonna do?”
It’s not a good idea to walk around in a town you’ve never been to, lost in thought, not paying attention to how far and where you’ve gone. Then I snapped out of it and realized I didn’t know where I was! Then I saw a sign, “Finlays Market”. My Zunephone was no help since it was “out of service area.”
“I’m pretty street-wise, I can handle myself, I’m not scadd, I got this …” I kept saying to myself.
“Who are these guys in trench-coats walking up and down the street? Must be coppers! Did I just say ‘coppers’? I must be really tired. I’m forgetting something, what is it? What is it? oh! oh yeah, how could I forget that?”
I then screamed at the top of my lungs, “I’m ready to go back to the Hotel now!”
My limo screeches up to me, the trench-coat guys open the door for me, serve me my latte-mocha-chino and escort me to the hotel, even tuck me in. Then they vanish!
It’s good to be a multi-billionaire with full-time security keeping tabs on you almost invisibly in the background, most times I forget they are even doing it.