Saturday, January 13, 2007
It's forty minutes after I just heard the playback on my first blogcast and I can still barely move. I, Buddy Cole, a confirmed Luddite, joined a service, embedded a flash player, configured the settings, chose the correct preferences, typed in the right password and then actually made the recording, all without the help of a tech savvy family member, a hunky electronics whiz, a butler or an outsourced tech worker in Mumbai. Factor in the the fact that all this took place after a vicious fight with my best friend Marco over Pan's Labyrinth, four martini's and a crying jag and I really do deserve another martini. I would have read the story but it took me six takes with this one already. . I must say the gabcast embed, that's what I call it now, sure looks pretty, like a futuristic jewel. It would look nice in the middle of a purple turban. Oh my god, I'm thinking about costumes. I haven't thought about a hat in years. I must go. I have a milliner in MIlan I need to call. She'll just be getting up. Goodnight Pierre. Goodnight Carma. Goodnight Tupac.