As an AT&T user both at home and on my cell, and a frequenter of Starbucks, I was intrigued when a twitterbuddy mentioned that the former will be taking over the wi-fi presence in the latter, beginning in Q2 of 2008.
I mean, I have a cell card should I desperately need to work online from a cafe, but still…
I was a little dubious, however, so I did a quick search and found articles in MacWorld and the like all supporting this information, as well as this piece from Gizmodo.
Even better? Just having a Starbucks card gets you two free hours of access a day, no purchase required.
Q2 cannot come soon enough. (Oh, wait, we’re almost there.)
I say… And you think… ?
- Money ::for nothing
- Unhappy :: uninspired
- Joking :: around
- Chipmunk :: cheeks
- Date :: movie
- Slideshow :: vacation
- Chicago ::Cubs
- Lifetime :: guarantee
- Skid row ::Audrey
- Edward :: Bear
Like this meme? Play along at subliminal.lunanina.com.
We were late getting on the road as both Fuzzy’s work and my work intruded upon our day off (granted, we allowed it to), and then, I was feeling too hormonal and blechy to want to do mini-golf or Dave & Busters, so we went to Dallas to the Purple Cow Diner for junk food, then to the mall where I bought earrings and an oil burner, and Fuzzy did not buy anything at the game store, and then to Fry’s, because how could we not make a pilgrimage to Geek Mecca?
We came home, and I napped for an hour, then spend three putting the web calendar php application on one of my not-often-used sites so that I could make a colleague happier. At least I hope it has that effect. I’m a list person, not a calendar person, and don’t generally have tasks that are around long enough to NEED to be calendared. But, whatever. It’s not very pretty, but seems to do the job.
By the time either of us realized we were hungry, it was after ten, so more junk food (but not a LOT or anything), and I must confess, I have an addiction to baked potatoes now. We watched I Am Legend while eating, which I’m sure will give me nightmares despite the hopeful ending, but it was good. Much less grim than Matheson’s original novel, at least.
I’d already written one of the articles I had due for tomorrow while Fuzzy was out fetching dinner. I just completed and sent the other one. I’ve gotten into the habit lately of writing late at night for the next day, which means I can sleep late with no guilt. Or not much.
Wednesday I go to the dentist. I don’t want to.
But it must be done.