telecom, technology and the occasional floobergeist

I’ve got an abundance of bits and pieces of canadian telecom and internet experience, and I am thrilled to be in a place in time when all is changing, technology is developing, and the status quo is being disrupted. 

Floobergeist is a word that is beginning to defy definition.  The more I roll that smooth pebble around, the more it becomes to mean. Floobergeist started out as the magic dust that turns dreams into ideas.  And then it began to encompass the zing that happens when you have conversations about those ideas. And now, it’s the whole evolution from dream to conversation, with each step improving the later and the former along the way.

Everyone aspires to good conversations. They can lead you to adventures you’ve never imagined, and to people you can twig with.

Let’s have a good conversation…


People are Annoying... Part II

It's a good thing it's a Saturday, and I've been spending the time relaxing, or i'd be really freaking peeved off right now.

I just returned from walking the dog up to the local grocery store, to pick up some lemons (for the caesars I am undoubtedly going to need to drink now), and i SWEAR TO GOD, if I encounter people taking up the ENTIRE sidewalk just once more in my life, I am going to go telco. (Going Telco is the 21st century version of going "postal".)

Why people think that it's perfectly fine to walk 3 across on a busy sidewalk is beyond me.  Why they think that they don't need to shift around when they encounter on-coming pedestrians is more than a body can take on a hot saturday.  I am entirely sure that it was only my good breeding and bringing-up that kept me from turning the walk into a bloodbath.

I made it to the store in one piece, keeping the cursing under my breath. But on the return walk home, I was once again hugging the edge of the sidewalk, one foot on the grass, actually.  From behind me, I can hear two joggers approacing, talking about stocks and reports. WHAM. Joe Stock Jogger slams into my elbow, with nary a look behind.  I was shocked silent.  The only thing I could utter was a medium loud "thanks buddy" at his disappearing back.  I looked at the smapp dog, she looked at me, and we crossed the street in peace.

We are indeed ready to move.

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