You Move Too Fast

Hoopty's on X, and he wonders Y he waited so long. I burned a CD full of free apps for him to play with on his G4. I requested only one cup of joe in return (medium, with heavy manufacturer's cream). He and Chey spent the day over here, playing Xbox and adopting one of my old Pocket PCs. Gretchen dipped her hands in wax, and then we went down the street for burgers and cake ala Mitchell's mode. I spent a few hours editing a few chapters for my upcoming book with John C. Dvorak. Oh, didn't I tell you about that already? Some would say that I'm his co-bitch. Others would say that he's my Captain Janeway (without the mustache). Now, I better go before Starr Jones tries to sell me another pair of shoes. If she invades The Simpsons, I'll eat my loafers.