OMG I DONT HAVE TIMEZ

Gathering from the response generated from the last entry, I suppose I didn’t put into consideration that maybe I should keep some things to myself. If my last story has you weak in the stomach, then I guess this blog isn’t ready for my ultimate poo story of all time. I’ll just tuck my “ultimate poo story” series in my pocket… for now.

Aside from that, it’s been a terribly busy week at work hosting customers, partners, seminars, day-long meetings and so on. It’s amazing to think that somewhere in between all of the chaos I still managed to update and even draw out some comics. It just shows that people – whether it be a hobby, sport or hanging out with someone – prioritize with reason.

I’m not a fan of saying or hearing “I don’t have time.” It's either 100% true, or just an easy excuse. You really can’t argue with that statement because there aren’t enough hours in the day and when I do say it, I really mean it. It seems that time goes by exponentially quicker with age. It seems like age and time have been on my mind a lot lately. Anyway, when it really comes down to it I look at my list of priorities and wonder if it should be shuffled around. And when a friend says that he/she does’t have time to hang out with you, then it just means that it’s time for you to stalk them… just kidding...

Have a wonderful halloween weekend. Toodles!

My Grossest Poo Story of 2009

As I was reorganizing my posts I saw a previous post about my grossest story from 2010. So now I think it’s time for my grossest poo story of 2009. So here we go…

One Sunday night during mid spring 2009 I had just moved into my apartment and as I was innocently dusting the kitchen of my new apartment, My uncle stopped by to give me a small TV as a housewarming gift and then offered to buy me dinner after seeing that I didn’t have anything in my fridge. We roll over to a bo-ssam restaurant, and poped open a bottle of soju,. We’re talking, laughing and having a good time.

 babo = stupid

More after the jump!

Rule #32 Enjoy the Little Things

I'm in a cheery mood after a series of good things have happened. Two of the more stressful things in my life that have recently resolved are the following:

I just watched Zombieland and rule #32, "Enjoy the little things" seems to be a rolling theme for me. Ever since I moved to Korea I had not paid for my own internet. Over the past two months my neighbors who had kindly left their internet unsecured for me had moved out and ever since I had been struggling with stealing internet from distant inhabitants within my building. This past weekend there were absolutely zero free connections. I panicked and sat around and out of desperation began guessing the password for the strongest nearby connection. Thirty minutes later I got it. Mmmm and that felt oh so good.

Today a partner flew into Korea and I had made a reservation for him at a $300 per night hotel. His travel agent ended up booking him a room at another hotel. I forgot to cancel the booking that was under my own credit card. I was fucked. I called the hotel and the lady told me that there was a 100% cancellation fee for late cancellations. I almost cried and started desperately trying to get myself out of this mess. And then All humanity restored itself, she let me off the hook without any penalty fees. If this had happened in person I would have kissed her on the lips.

So maybe "enjoy the little things" isn't exactly the best way to put this. Maybe I should say "Be desperate, keep hustlin and everything will fall into place, kind of."

Super busy week...

Also, my coworkers added me on fb... hrmm.. not that there is anything bad on there, but it's maybe too close for comfort.. anyway, must go. Toodles!

How to Get FREE Food From McDonalds!!

Inspired from a tweet received today... 


When I was 13 years old my sister, a friend and I walked over to our local McDonalds. We ate our meal and one of us won a free hamburger from the Monopoly sweepstakes. We noticed that others, especially old people, didn’t care to even peel off their stickers and then we got a brilliant idea…. Collect all of the unused stickers from other customers! The three of us loitered in McDonalds and waited to take stickers that were freshly placed in the trash bins. Just after thirty minutes we had around 10 stickers!

Excited by our success we decided that the next best thing would be to go around the back and dig in the dumpster for more stickers. It’s true that one man’s trash is another man’s treasure because the dumpster suddenly appeared as a goldmine. When we got close to the dumpster it was locked, so we went around to each trashcan outside.

One trashcan had a large paper bag in it that said “Happy 18^th Birthday” and inside were a bunch of pornos. We screamed and ran away. Thinking back, we should have taken them and sold them on E-bay, but we were young and fragile. Great traits came out of this experience, not too long after this I found watched an older gentleman throw away large French fries. Afterward I went over and took them out, they weren’t very far in. Then I ate it. Anyway…

Let’s fastforward 9 years and I’m a fourth-year in college and I’m still up to the same old tricks. I’m in LA with my bff and the guy I was seeing at the time and we drive up to a McDonalds to go dumpster diving. Sadly, the other two didn’t share the same enthusiasm and they sat by the car as I was inside of the dumpster digging through plastic bags.

It was disgusting. At least in Korea we sort out our trash into three separate bins; recyclables, food and liquids. In the states we’re still a little behind so those bags were filled with everything and anything. Anyway, the dumpster smelled like shit so I held my breath as I dug around. Every few seconds I’d gasp for air and after a big whiff of that shit, I’d gag. I literally gagged every five seconds until I was done collecting enough stickers for dinner. Unfortunately, I got a lot of breakfast stickers but realistically, in college, who actually wakes up in time for McDonad’s breakfast?

Now it’s that time of the year again, and dumpster diving sounds a fun nigh time activity… so try it out and let me know how it goes. You can thank me later! & don't get arrested!

Book Review: What I Wish I Knew When I Was 20 - Tina Seelig

In Monday's post I mentioned that I was intrigued by a book that a girl on the subway was reading. I later that day I bought the book and had finished it last night. It's a really quick read and by the end of the book I felt that she and I were homies.

The book is written by Tina Seelig, a Stanford professor from the Stanford Technology Ventures Program and she basically  takes her class lectures and her own personal life experiences and molds them together in a book. The content is interesting but for some reason I felt like I had heard it all before. Maybe this just means that I have read too many self-help books for my own good.

Instead of reading the book, you can watch the one hour youtube lecture the author, Tina Seelig, held at Google. She talks about the same exact material that written in the book but the youtube has added bonuses including slides, video clips created by her students and tumbleweeds after failed jokes. It's interesting stuff but I just didn't finish off the book in a daze... maybe others would beg to differ. Despite my less than glowing review, she's an energetic, fast-talking woman and I think it'd be pretty awesome to be a student in her class. If you do skip out on the book and youre interested in entrepreneurship then attend this 50 minute lecture at your leisure.



Enjoy

Cuteoverload

I saw these dogs on sale in hongdae. I want to buy this pure white pom for jonny. I'll take the funny maltese in the dress too. 

Last night I went out of my way to categorize each and every post. Yup. That's how I spend my nights. It made me realize that I don't talk about poo enough. hrmm, i'll work on that. Click around [on the right] if you're interested in a particular topic. 

Toodles! 

My Jiggly Ass

Yesterday I started to wonder why my metabolism has decreased exponentially over the past few months. I don't eat half as much as my daily intake in the states but I don’t get to move for most of the day. It’s really disgusting when I think about how much time I sit on my jiggly cheeks.

Monday – Friday a typical day looks like this:

-       Sit at work for 11 hours stuck in my chicken coop cage

-       Sleep for 6ish hours

-       Lounge at home/clean the apt/shower/read books for a few hours

-       Exercise for 1 hour

-       And then there’s random movement [walking home from work, walking around during the day]

My M-F Movement

1 week = 120 hours

1/2 of my week is spent in the office

1/4 of my week is spent sleeping

There are not nearly enough hours in a day to work out when you sit in a cage all day. Once I arrive home, unless I suit up and hit the gym right away, I'm bombarded with several distractions that take up too much of my time. There are little things that consume so much time when you live alone.

I clean just about every other day. My hair is always all over the place… how am I not bald? I spent about 1 hour cleaning my apt last night and rearranging my furniture. [Cleaning 4 times per week, 240 minutes]

Cooking & doing the dishes, takes too much time. Last night I spent 45 minutes cooking and cleaning after myself. Eating time only took up about 10 minutes. Keep in mind that this was for a dinner that I ate alone. Imagine what it would be like cooking for a whole family. [Cooking-eating-dishes 5 x a week,  275 minutes]

Taking out the trash & recycling is one part separating and organizing, one part taking the shit down to the recycling center in the basement and then another part of going around the building and taking out the trash in the trash area. This takes up around 10 minutes of my time twice a week.[20 minutes per week]

Laundry is done at least twice a week. It doesn't take that much time to collect my laundry and load the machine, but whenever I put in a load I am basically committing myself to staying home for the 1 hour and 12 minutes that it takes to complete the load. This means that I have to schedule laundry time into my week at a time when I know that I will be home.

So during one week I spend around 9 hours just doing random home maintenance. These are 9 hours I could have saved back when I lived at home.It saddens me to think that I may spend the rest of my adult life this way. Just add a few more equations into the list like… a husband, damn kids, cooking dinner every night, cleaning, laundry, etc etc. I basically won’t have time to pursue my own interests especially if I work during the day.

This means that I need to get the important stuff out of the way early. Study, and then go back to school. Make bold career moves and move as much as possible when I’m not at work or sleeping, At least currently I get 1/4 of my day for myself. Imagine how life will be after kids… It’ll be a mess. I think your mom deserves a hug and so does your firm ass because after work life, you can wave that goodbye!

Halloween

Halloween is just around the corner and I’m starting to get worried… I don’t know what to be for Halloween. I’m not really into the whole dress like a skank thing. For the past few years I’ve gone the scary route always resulting in guys not hitting on me or wanting to talk to me. This year I want to go for the ultimate unsexy, I’m thinking about being Hagrid. But when I really think about it, I don’t know if I want to dance around wearing a beard in a club.

Must get mask... 

Last Halloween I was in Taiwan and barely dressed up, I don’t want this year to be another disappointment. It’s starting to feel like last-minute Christmas shopping where you freak out and end up buying your parents a banana hanger that you already know they’ll never use. 

That's me from halloween 2008. I'm a bloody vampire. Let's just say that I stayed in character all night.

My Halloween 2010 common costume prediction:

#1 Lady Gaga

#2 Guidos (it's just such an easy costume)

One word to sum up my weekend: Exhausted

Over the weekend I hit an unsafe level of exhaustion. It's hard to sum up with the proper words, but by the end of the weekend I was a zombie. Turn a combination of jetlag, alcohol, not sleeping enough and constant activity into a piece of string and then wrap it tightly around your neck like a spool. The discomfort makes it hard for you to carry a coherent and flowing conversation. The blood circulation slows and you start to wonder when your head will fall off. 

Here's a play-by-play. 

• Friday I woke up at 5:30 am due to jetlag. 
• I get off of work at 8:30 and arrive up around 8:50 and get ready to go out to meet Leslie, Gina, Joanna and Steven  [Side note, Steven is a friend and most loyal reader, haha. He has his own list of "fave blogs" on the right]
• We go out in Hongdae and stay out late. 
• Saturday I woke up early, refer to previous post, and met with Jo and Steven for an ultimate food taster, including a yammers rice sandwich and a multiple course Korean lunch
• We're brain-dead and tired, we have a hard time holding conversations, at least that was the case for me!
• Bike and play at Yeoido
• Go to their hotel near by Dongdaemun
• Eat dinner in Gangnam then play in Itaewon. If you know Seoul, then you will be able to gauge how much area we covered on Saturday. 
• See a guy too drunk to walk so he is sprawled on the ground and wearing a suit. His friend is next to him trying to convince him to get up. I notice that the guy is sitting in a puddle, and see that the puddle continues to flow. I've never seen someone pee themselves. 
• Sunday morning I wake up at 8 am but cannot get out of bed. Meet up with em again in the dongdaemun area by 10 am. My body is unhappy. 
• Gina brings her FBF and he and Ed talk and bond over the fact that they are dating American girls who are not 100% fluent in Korean and can't speak English very well themselves.  
• After Jo and Steven leave for the airport Ed and I went to Zen Hideaway in Hongdae for lunch. We got a really good coupon for it through Coupang, a coupon website where they host one awesome deal per day. Zen Hideaway sold 1,000 coupons for a set meal for 27,000 (originally priced 60,000) before noon the day it was released. 
• Afterwards, Ed shows me around Hongdae and we walk around the Coffee Prince area despite the fact that I was swirling around in a black hole called exhaustion. 
• When we went to Seoul Land, I was casted with the evil spell of motion sickness. He coaxed me to ride this revolution 360 ride and the whole time I thought I was going to puke or faint. Afterward I laid on a bench in fetal position and let out a few tears out of pain. That was when Ed finally started to take me more seriously. I guess sometimes he can't feel my pain. 
• As we're on the subway Ed immediately falls asleep, as someone who is not good at sleeping in the sitting position I stayed awake. I zoned out while looking at a book this Korean girl was reading and looked up the English version on Ed's phone. I bought a copy of it today and I'll post a book report about it later haha. 
• I get home by 5pm and fall asleep immediately, only waking for dinner at around 9pm, then went back to sleep at 11. 

As exhausting as it was, it was a good time. 

Today I feel like a new person. One of my bosses is still standing near me, so no pictures. Have a good day!

Saturday Update

I write this as I am sitting on the throne laying out some logs and completely regretting those two kebabs I ate last night during the wee hours. 

It's not like me to wake up at 9 am on a Saturday morning for no apparent reason, considering that I slept pretty late, but there was just no other way. I woke up laughing A LOT because I had this hilarious dream about my mom tubing down the stairs and she zoomed into the living room and crashed into a table. It was more cartoon-like so it was hilarious, not disastrous. so that put me in an incredibly good mood. 

One time I had a dream during a slumber party that my family and I went camping and we were chased by a cheetah and my mom could't run fast enough and ended up eaten by it. I woke up crying. Now that's not a good way to start off the day... watching a cheetah eat your mom's thigh. 

Anyway, have a good weekend!

Conversation Analysis - Chatting with the boyfriend

I'm not going to lie, I stalk my boyfriend and I swear that he likes it. The following is a breakdown of a gchat conversation that we had earlier today. This type of conversation is typical, and keeps me begging for his attention. people should take notes on this.

Granted, this gchat was during work hours so the chances of him ignoring me are slightly higher. The only solution to the problem is to stalk him even more.

At least that is MY solution to the problem. 

Church, Facebook, Labias and Edward Cullen

Part 1: Church [shout-out to ks, Jenny and Jason!]

Thanks to my sister my church is well informed about this blog. So when I went to church last Sunday I was embraced by readers. Never had I been amongst a group of readers like that before so obviously I felt excited but I tried to keep my cool but I was totally eating it up. My sister could see right through me though. Our quick conversation brightened up my day.... week.... 

So last night I told Mary Kate about what happened at church and she helped me fertilize my balls to an extreme size, large enough to make a facebook page for this blog. For some reason I felt shy about making a fb page maybe because a part of me was scared that nobody would “Like” my page and I would end up crying myself to sleep. But chu-know, if you want to support me via facebook, “Like” my page --> on the right! Or click [Here] every person who "Likes" my page gets $1,000 bucks from Bill Gates*

Part 2: My Balls

The phase "fertilize my balls" reminded me of this one time many moons ago when I once convinced a friend that I was born with both man and woman parts, but ultimately chose to become a woman… however, regretted that decision from time to time. So along with a few manly features I had ended up with big floppy labias because they actually used to be balls, and sometimes when I'm out running I'm synchronized with a clapping sound… the sound of the gobble gobble saying hello.  

Her response: “Really?? Wow. I can see that…”

Ehem, I was kidding, but believe what you want. 

Going along with my sexual identity crisis, when I was a sophomore in high school putting away my books in my locker, a senior girl came up to me and said “I heard that you’re bisexual…” and I looked at her intimidating senior eyes and gasped “REALLY? I am?” I spent the next thirty minutes feeling confused. 

One time when I was in college I played two truths and a lie, my one lie was “I was in a lesbian relationship for two weeks” and unanimously people thought that was a truth.

It's bizarre how I developed this "Man" complex. I need to see a shrink. 

Part 3: 200 days of Edward
That was a bit of a tangent and I can't think of a way to smoothly transition over to talking about my boyfriend, so I'll just start here...Tuesday was my 200 days with Ed. If you decide to date a fob, beware. Country boys from the south do not give gifts like Seoul boys. Even pretty much demanding a gift does not work. Also, I was also told that they are known to be emotionless and mood-less. I don't completely agree, but I'll say that Ed doesn't baby me very much, which is exactly why I stalk him and demand his attention all of the time. 


and after months of consistency of throwing out hints, and expressing my sadness for not receiving any gifts for these past 200 days, he finally got me a gift. That one gift alone has probably lifted some stress from his shoulders and all future nagging. Just for the record, I surprised him with an equally awesome gift. 


So there you have it. I waited 200 days for a gift and it actually directly benefits this blog more than anything else. So just wait, there are new additions coming up for this blog, so I suggest you "Like" my page to stay updated. 










*just kidding. but tell your friends that. 

Airplane Snobs

The US was a whirlwind. My body is confused and unhappy to yet another disturbance to my circadian rhythm. Maybe it’s only a matter of time before it goes on strike. This morning I woke up at 3:30 am and woke up every 30 minutes until I gave up and rolled out of bed early. To watch 30 minutes of America’s Funniest Home Videos and then pranced like a pony to work. Everything is chipper right now, but I already know that when 9pm rolls around, I’ll be in zombie mode.

I can’t actually say out loud without feeling like a chump but flying noobs are the most annoying thing ever. Those people who try to bring liquids over 3 ounces, lighters instead of matches in their carry ons. Those who don’t take out their laptops when going through security and wear boots with laces up to the knees. PEOPLE… GET WITH IT! The guy at LAX saw me slip off my shoes and whip out my laptop and get my shit together with a quickness and he said “You look like you are comfortable with flying” HELL YEAH I am. I spent my time waiting in the security line maximizing my efficiency by strategizing if I should take off my boots first or lay out my laptop. The movie “Up in the Air” covers the airport process well.

It’s a sad movie to compare my current life to but it hits some good points:

Ryan Bingham: [on getting through airport security] Never get behind old people. Their bodies are littered with hidden metal and they never seem to appreciate how little time they have left. Bingo, Asians. They pack light, travel efficiently, and they have a thing for slip on shoes. Gotta love 'em. 
Natalie Keener: That's racist. 
Ryan Bingham: I'm like my mother, I stereotype. It's faster. 

Another thing the movie highlighted was racking up miles. Once mileage is incorporated to the equation I start to get stingy. Must fly asiana… if not asiana than a star alliance airline, and if not that, KoreanAir and skyteam are okay but anything beyond that will take extra consideration.  

Natalie Keener: Hungry much? 
Ryan Bingham: Our business expense allots forty dollars each for dinner. I plan on grabbing as many miles as I can. 
Natalie Keener: Okay, you got to fill me in on the miles thing. What is that about? You're talking about, like, frequent flyer miles? 
Ryan Bingham: You really want to know? 
Natalie Keener: I'm dying to know. 
Ryan Bingham: I don't spend a nickel, if I can help it, unless it somehow profits my mileage account. 
Natalie Keener: So, what are you saving up for? Hawaii? South of France? 
Ryan Bingham: It's not like that. The miles are the goal. 
Natalie Keener: That's it? You're saving just to save? 
Ryan Bingham: Let's just say that I have a number in mind and I haven't hit it yet. 
Natalie Keener: That's a little abstract. What's the target? 
Ryan Bingham: I'd rather not... 
Natalie Keener: Is it a secret target? 
Ryan Bingham: It's ten million miles. 
Natalie Keener: Okay. Isn't ten million just a number? 
Ryan Bingham: Pi's just a number. 
Natalie Keener: Well, we all need a hobby. No, I- I- I don't mean to belittle your collection. I get it. It sounds cool. 
Ryan Bingham: I'd be the seventh person to do it. More people have walked on the moon. 
Natalie Keener: Do they throw you a parade? 
Ryan Bingham: You get lifetime executive status. You get to meet the chief pilot, Maynard Finch. 
Natalie Keener: Wow. 
Ryan Bingham: And they put your name on the side of a plane. 
Natalie Keener: Men get such hardons from putting their names on things. You guys don't grow up. It's like you need to pee on everything. 

Alex Goran: [looking at Ryan's Frequent Flier Miles card] This is pretty fucking sexy. 

^Agreed. Isn’t that sad??

Until I watched this movie, becoming a million mile member sounded like a dream. Becoming a 10 million mile member is shooting for the stars.

Last week my coworker brought me to the Asiana first class lounge which was quiet and lovely, but we had to relocate to the Asiana business class lounge which was larger but full of people, still nice. My goal is to make it to the first class lounge and drink some sparkling while people watching through my newspaper with two little peep holes cut through the center. Wonder what the people in the lounge do for a living, where they live, how many kids they have, what time they woke up in the morning, what color their undergarments are, imagine how a conversation between us would go if I got the courage to propose small talk.... and then after 45 minutes of pondering I'll board my flight. My goals are twisted. 

Look at what I have become. A Mile calculating hoarder. Two years ago this kind of stuff would not have been my concern. Two years from now who knows what I will care so deeply about...but I better be platinum by then.  

BRB

 After a wildly horrible morning I am at the airport again. Be back next weekish!

Trapped in the closet - R Kelly style

So yesterday as I was hiding in my closet, waiting to scare my fbf, I let my imagination go wild as I fantasized about scaring him so bad that he would scream like a girl, or pee in his pants, or punch me in the face. After a minute of snickering to myself in the closet, I stared to wonder why he hadn’t began looking for me. I peeped my head out two times. I’m so sneaky and quick like a cat. He was sitting on my couch.

Since he had just came over and I wasn’t visibly in the apartment he assumed that I had gone to the gym. After so much anticipation, I suddenly started to feel shy so I just let out a half-enthusiastic “BOO!.....” and he stared at me with blank eyes o_O <...why were you in the closet?

Biggest letdown ever. Everything is so much better in my head. 

It's darker than most days

The weather seems colder and gloomier than last fall. The transition went from extreme heat - to a typhoon - to extreme cold. Now here I am inside of the office once again staring outside and watching the thick clouds crawl away.

This week I leave for the states again but only for two days. FBF asked, “Is it really only going to be two days?” in fear that I’ll be stranded there again for another unknown period of time and the real answer is, “I don’t know...”

I work in a company where people have given up their personal lives for success, and they’re possibly grooming me to be the same. Maybe I’m young and strangely stubborn for trying to strip off their tentacles as I’m grasping desperately at the edge of the universe. Maybe it’s just a matter of time before they suck me whole.

Today a coworker who was sent to work in another country said that he feels less at home in Korea [his home country]. Then I told him that I can relate because now I’m at a point where I’m not quite sure where I belong. Then the dark undertones begin to resonate. It is true that many young adults feel uncertain in life but have I dipped my toes into a new dimension of uncertainty? How many levels will I go down before I hit a limbo and float into infinity? Now i'm starting to regret not boarding that UFO bound for Phobos.

The same clouds are still creeping by. The days become shorter and shorter and winter is just around the corner. Winter reminds me of those gloomy days where I get to work before sunrise and leave after moonrise but maybe it isn’t such a bad thing. 

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A little too dramatic? Maybe, but it's just darker than other days. 

iCon - Steve Jobs

I'm approaching a new milestone... my 500th post! And for my 500th I will finally make the move to wordpress because blogger just aint doin it for me anymore. I'm having trouble choosing a domain name since mentalpoo is taken and "ahhhimstillinkorea" isnt the easiest username to remember... Any suggestions?? They would be much appreciated!

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On to the real post:

Almost everyday after quickly eating lunch with my coworkers, I go to Bandi and Luni's, a Korean bookstore. I've been reading the book "Icon" for... forever. usually i'll have enough time to read 20 pages per day, so it's been a long journey. It's the most annoying thing when i have to stop reading in the middle of a paragraph or intense chapter. I just need to finish the damn book!

Basically the book is about Steve Jobs and how he made the best business comeback in history. It's actually an interesting read and gives insight into Steve's peculiar traits and always gives me a boost reminding me to keep hustling. Here of some random facts - according to the book:

- Steve used to be a huge crybaby and during his earlier Apple days he would cry when he would not get his own way and then throw temper tantrums.

- Steve was adopted and then later he had a child out of wedlock but refused to acknowledge his new daughter as his own child. This ironically left his own child without a father. It wasn't until later on when he began to acknowledge her. A side note, she was born in an apple farm.

-Steve did not like to bathe (HEY! we had something in common!). When he worked at his first job at Atari, he worked the night shift because nobody wanted to with with him during the day because he smelled so bad. He also did not wear shoes most of the time.

- To relieve his stress he would put his feet in the toilet bowl and flush.

- During Steve's younger days he was always on some type of substance and was a fan of acid. Later on when interviewing people for Apple his first questions would be, "How many times have you done acid?"

Those are just some superficial facts taken out of the book, but there is much more detail if you ever feel compelled enough to learn about how he created Apple, went through a bunch of flops, got kicked out of Apple, started a new company, also started Pixar [which started out as a software company, not an animation company] and then got back into Apple. etc etc.

I'm in the middle of several other books but for some reason iCon has a special place in my heart. There is something sexy about only being able to read a little bit during lunch. It's  my secret afternoon rendezvous.

Have a good weekend!