Me Grimlock. You Roboraptor
Wednesday, June 22nd, 2005
Today I have found Grimlock on steroids, Roboraptor. This dinosaur is toy is great, but it’s not available in the United States. I feel that this is a recurring theme with me. All that is cool and fun does not come to the USA. Could it be that manufacturers hear “the land of the free” and assume that their products have to be sold at no cost due to our most famous song lyric found the National Anthem? Regardless, I want to time travel back to childhood and bring Roboraptor back to help me and Grimlock battle the evil Constructacons.

I remember when I was younger, my parents allowed me to watch PG-13 movies before I turned 13, and Rated R movies before I turned 17. I remember hearing cuss words and seeing violence that my friends and I would talk about while waiting for our turn at tetherball. When I got home from class I’d kill King Koopa then shoot ducks with my Nintendo gun. Never once did I kill a fellow classmate, nor attempt to kill one. Watching movies and playing games were just that to me.
When I read articles like this I shed a small tear. For each wireless network that goes down an angel loses it’s wings, or something similar depending on your beliefs and religion. Orlando has lost it’s magic, and I’m not talking basketball.
In casual conversation about iPods (one of my few normal conversation topics) I have often been asked about wireless headphones. iPodlounge has reviewed a pair of Logitech iPod specific wireless headphones. These aren’t the first of their kind, and don’t really tickle the fancy of the iPodloungers. They do however give you a good idea what goes into wireless headphones and the other products that they’ve tested.
I live in San Francisco. There is no free parking here what so ever. Either you own a spot, rent a spot, or feed the meter. I find that between the Laundromat and the parking meters I’m always changing dollar bills for quarters. Sometimes I have to park in a vacant meter, run to a liquor store to buy a snack or soda, and ask for quarters. I fear that I could get caught one day parking in an expired meter. If only I could pay for the meter with something besides my laundry money. In Coral Gables, a Miami suburb, 4,573 parking meters allow you to