Broken

Yep, I done broke my arm. The worst part about it is the (lack of) story behind it. I stumbled on some uneven pavement, sleepily zoned out on my iPod at 7:30am, walking to work on Wednesday. Caught myself wrong, I guess. The result:



I didn't immediately know it was busted. I still went up to my office thinking "maybe it's not broken" while a huge goosegg grew on the side of my wrist. Then it hurt too much to even take my coat off. So I went back downstairs and grabbed a cab to the ER.

The damn Navy says that I can't keep Ryan home from Iraq just to take care of "a dolt civilian with an owie." Bureaucrats.

more car conversations

clara: when you get big will you be the drink girl?
jill: um...what do you mean?
clara: i'm gonna fly the airplane. will you be the drink girl?
jill: oh! sure! yes, i'd really like that!
clara: and what will emmett be when he gets big?
jill: how about your co-pilot? you need two people to fly the plane. he'll sit next to you in the front.
clara: okay! emmett, do you want to be my co-pilot?
emmett: (no noise)
clara: he said yes!
jill: oh good! yay!
clara: what will gramma be? will she be my copilot too?
jill: how about she's a drink girl like mommy? she can pass out sodas, and water, and juice.
clara: yeah, and milk! and crackers!
jill: how about some pretzels or peanuts? do you think she would like to do that?
clara: no...just cups and drinks.
jill: okay.
clara: and daddy!
jill: what will daddy do?
clara: he'll be my pretzel boy!
jill: yep, i think daddy will be a great pretzel boy...

My company in the news

King5 News did a report on RFID last night...our founder and CEO have short bits in here: http://www.king5.com/topstories/stories/NW_020408WAB_RFID_SW.8cd5def0.html.

There's supposed to be a more in-depth follow-up piece on Feb. 17 that will hopefully not be so alarmist.