When the history of the human race is finalized, if ever, one wonders where the whole USB port thing will rank up there? If I had a vote it would be pretty damned high.
Otherwise known as “that little rectangular hole in the back or side of your computer” the USB port makes so much possible it would inspire serious, or seriously bad, poets from far-removed centuries to pen verses aplenty. Too bad they didn’t have laptops back in the day.
In fact, I think a great invention would be a computer that would serve as nothing but one big host for hundreds of USB cables. Those cables could run your entire house, your entire life for that matter. Why not wireless? Why not indeed.
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This is a strange story, the one about the Indiana financial manager who sent a Mayday from his plane, apparently left it on autopilot and jumped parachuting to the ground. It reminds me of a verse I really like from an 80s song by Tony Carey called “It’s a Fine, Fine Day:”
“Then one day Sonny stopped comin’ around
Heard he’d gotten himself into a little trouble out in town
Sometime after that he finally disappeared for good
Then he pulled that ol’ Houdini
Like we always knew he would”
It appears the pilot has some alleged fraud complaints against him back in the Hoosier State and he is trying to pull that ol’ Houdini.
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Our local police are having fits with some fellows who apparently talk like Jamaicans and pull home invasion robberies and/or burglaries in the UMC neighborhoods. TV station KBMT had this hed on its Web site:
“Beaumont Police Seek Armed Bandits”
It just makes me wonder: If all of these robbers just happened to be missing arms would the television station have a headline reading:
“Beaumont Police Seek One-Armed Bandits?”