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It took about thirty seconds in the bar before some friends and I (I think I was first, thankyouverymuch) noticed the scene captured in the photo above.

This hand did not move, not even wiggle, for the forty five minutes we were watching, until it was removed before the "couple" exited. The guy didn't even wash his hand afterward.

Did I mention that this was at 6:45pm?

Needless to say, there are about 20 camera phones with this picture, and the gentleman received a standing ovation upon his departure. Apparently he didn't understand that having your back to a bar full of drunks with your hand down a girl's pants could be considered chumming.

I had worn through the crocodile epidermis (ok, put that way it's kind of nasty) on my older JLC, a Master Chronograph that always astonishes watchmakers when they see it, much like the last of the Interceptor V-8s.

This is kind of odd, because it's one of the mechaquartz models. Quartz being, in this age of neo-retro-horology, like going commando at your wedding, and not being in a kilt while doing so. I like to remind the pain-in-the-butt purists that Patek makes a huge number of quartz watches -- but then, those who know, know, and those who don't know, we don't care to know, because who are those people anyway?

I've jumped from AT&T/Cingular/AT&T to Verizon for my phone service, primarily to wriggle out of my insane $170/mo phone bill. As such, I have a used Treo 650 to unload. It's unlocked, can be used with any GSM carrier, all you need to do is slip your SIM card in.

One thing about this phone, it's good for taking pictures while no one is looking, and they have no idea that's what you're doing. Good for catching people doing dumb, embarrassing stuff.

At the very least, the phone itself is worth about $150, just as a trade in on a Treo 700p, if you were so inclined. If you're in SF, there's no shipping involved swing by SOMA or downtown, stuff a wad of cash in my hand, and it's yours.

I went to look at the new MacBook today at the Apple store. I feel this desire to replace both my G4 PowerBooks with another Macintosh laptop.

Now that I've validated its functionality, I'm ready to migrate the Mac Mini to be a home theater pc, and I miss the dual screen functionality afforded by having a laptop with screen-spanning ability.

That said, the MacBook non-Pro will not be replacing anything at my house any time soon.

The good:

• The keyboard is much nicer than it looks. I expected a Mattel Aquarius experience, but it types almost as well as my PowerBooks. It took about three femtoseconds to adjust.

Others will cover the newsy bits better, but I rather enjoyed watching the fireworks from our lower deck, although a fair bit of the show was obstructed by a crane, I-80, and a couple buildings. More than made up for by spending the time with my parents and not "hundreds of thousands" of strangers who were there, according to the television news broadcast.

I took a bunch of shots with the exposure on my junk camera (SD400) lengthened somewhat, and the happy-smiley faces turned into something...less.

I have photographic evidence, thanks to the AP, that my wife has no common sense. Witness the picture above, where she (the only female human if you couldn't figure it out) went to the post office on tax day. Not to mail anything tax related, of course, but just because it was one of her errands. None of the things in her hands are payments, extension forms, returns, etc., since we already did that.

(Firetruck outside our front door last night)

Around 12:30am-1am today, the fire alarms went off. I dutifully woke up Kat (who claims to be a light sleeper but now I know she's lying), got dressed enough to go outside, grabbed ID, keys, phone, and cats, and headed down the stairs.

The stairs reeked of ozone and burning plastic the lower we went, and I was a little concerned that the fire would be coming up. We'd have to hop the roof to the neighboring building, which would be trivial from our lower deck, as the building next door tops off at exactly the same level.

Oh yeah, we found a place in SF. Soma, about a mile from work if I drove according to Google maps. I'm thinking about donating or craigslisting our bikes here and buying an iXi, because a mile is too long for a fatty like me to walk. Plus, people who "bike to work" just sound more fit than someone who walked to work.

Like, right now, when I walk to work. The alarm goes off, I go look for caffeine in the fridge or on the counter if Kat grabbed me a cuppa from *$, and then stagger into the study. If I tried Karen's pedometer experiment, I'd find out I walked about 400 feet in a typical workday.