Nothing but a pencil neck geek

This is the coffee room at Sixty South Street, my apartment building, and I'm on my third café-au-lait this morning, waiting for the moving truck to arrive.

That's it on the counter, beside my new PowerBook G4, just in front of the espresso machine. Jack gave it to me.

The Mac, that is, not the espresso machine.

It's a hand-me-down but I'm thrilled. Getting electronics hand-me-downs from Jack is like getting hand-me-down clothes from your sister who works at Donna Karan.

Last night, in my empty apartment, I walked from window to window, holding the G4 up in the air, scanning for available wireless networks. I gave up when my arms got too tired, and played with my cell phone instead. Who knew I had voice mail and text messaging? (It's just a cheap-ass pre-paid phone; I bought it to go apartment hunting with, back in June. I wonder if Jack has a pink Razr to hand me down?) Until last night, I was a text virgin.

Today, I am a full-fledged geek. There's a wireless access point in the coffee room.

At my farewell party, Joey sang a song called Pencil Neck Geek, and introduced it by saying, "Sass, when you get to San Jose these are all the people you'll be working with." Turns out he was right.

I had a meetup with the area bloggers last night. Been here less than a week and my people have already found me. Karaoke can't be far behind, can it?

* * *
It's cold as ice in Sass's apartment, but at least she has a vaccuum cleaner.