iPad, Therefore . . .

Talked with a man today.

The man had been to the mall.

He had been to the mall to see the lines for the new iPad 2.

He asked the guy standing at the front of the line how long he had been there.

Since 4 O'clock yesterday.

The other man said.

That was 24 hours in line.

Waiting for a new toy.

I once stood in line for six hours for Rolling Stones tickets.

But we were right next to the beach.

And I spent more time hitting on girls with the possibility of Stones tickets than I did actually standing in line.

There were no takers.

Didn't have quite the social skills than as I do now.

Course I had better abdominal muscles. But his was the grunge era.

Abdominal muscles meant nothing.

Couldn't get laid in the nineties unless you wore plaid and could prove that you hadn't showered.

I liked showers.

I was not meant for the grunge age.

I ended up having to work the night of the Stones concert and only got to see the last half of the show.

Good show.

At least the last half was.

But it wasn't worth 24 hours of standing in line.

At a mall.

In Roseville.

Abdominal muscles or not.

The man and I had a good laugh.

But he was old.

And had to go home.

And I was left.

Sort of wishing I had been that guy.

The Guy who has 24 hours. And could justify spending them waiting in line for a new toy.

But the fact remains.

I don't need a new toy.

Or, more aptly put, I can't justify the need for a new toy.

See, I don't deny myself things. But if I want something I have to justify the need for it.

I wanted a mandolin.

Just to have another instrument to play with.

But really . . .

I have two twelve strings.

And three capos.

No need for a mandolin.

No matter that fact that I want one.

I don't need one.

and that makes all the difference.

So what could an iPad do for me that the iPhone cannot?

A whole lotta nothing.

But bigger.

And then I found out that the iPad 2 can run an eight track Garageband.

If I was eighteen, and I needed an 8 track, I could easily justify an iPad.

In fact when I was that age I spent far more on a digital 8 track than what the iPad is going for, so in fact, all I need to do in order to get myself an iPad2 is to pretend I'm 18 again.

But I can't.

My wife won't let me.

She thinks I'm much hotter in my thirties than I was when I was eighteen.

Tough to argue with that.

I think she's hotter too,

but she'll have none of that.

So no iPad 2 for me.

Which is okay.

for now.