April 23, 2011
Clear Out Gray Skies

It's another chilly, gray day in Wisconsin. I guess it's safe enough to say what state I'm in. I'm a bit uncomfortable in saying what town or city I live in. I know it's probably easy enough for any half-decent hacker or even script-kiddies to find out, but it feels like if I don't say anything about it, then at least it's not my fault. I don't want to use one of those check-in services, and really, come on, this is Wisconsin after all. Don't jump down my throat, it's not like it's New York or California, and yes it could always be worse. I'm as proud a Cheesehead as the next man.

It's been a relatively quiet week. I went out to see the new Chet Dawson comedy but ran into some friends and we ended up in Prozzly's (local bar) instead. I wasn't paying attention and missed them talking about it on Gabbl--I wouldn't have missed it if they put it on Socialmabob. So, I'm at the bar and this looker comes up and asks me what I'm drinking. Jerry on the other side of me turned away and then left. I thought it was kind of suspicious--Jerry's a pranker so it's not hard--so I proceeded carefully. To make a long story short, she was on the level. Her name is Karen. I'm supposed to go out with her in just a bit. I'd better get going.

Tags: check-in, Chet Dawson, Gabbl, hackers, Jerry D., Karen C., Prozzly's, Socialmabob, Wisconsin.