High drama among the High-test
I was spared the brunt of today's triple-digit temps (again!) by beginning my 16-miler before the sun came up. Once it did, my progress slowed but the miles continued to pile up. However, the enervating heat circulating through our AC-less house has since left me lazy.
Still, I just wrote a news story that may be of interest to some of you (and you know who you are). It involves a software maker and some customers trying to catch cheating lovers by rummaging through their computers remotely. Time to warn everyone again that it is ILLEGAL to read someone else's e-mail without permission. Four devious types will find out the hard way just how illegal when they appear before a judge to explain away their actions. You can read about it here.
Yesterday Alex and I were on our way to join a gym and catch a movie when we stopped for gas and encountered one such cheating mate begging for forgiveness as his riled-up, foul-mouthed lover strolled by with suitcases in tow, screaming all the way. The drama queen might have been pissed, but the rest of us grabbing gas were highly amused by her histrionics. They came up from the buildings behind the station, which we later discovered were actually storage units -- not apartments, as we initially thought. Weird. Either this arguing couple walked way farther than we thought or they still have baggage the rest of San Diego doesn't know about yet.
Still, I just wrote a news story that may be of interest to some of you (and you know who you are). It involves a software maker and some customers trying to catch cheating lovers by rummaging through their computers remotely. Time to warn everyone again that it is ILLEGAL to read someone else's e-mail without permission. Four devious types will find out the hard way just how illegal when they appear before a judge to explain away their actions. You can read about it here.
Yesterday Alex and I were on our way to join a gym and catch a movie when we stopped for gas and encountered one such cheating mate begging for forgiveness as his riled-up, foul-mouthed lover strolled by with suitcases in tow, screaming all the way. The drama queen might have been pissed, but the rest of us grabbing gas were highly amused by her histrionics. They came up from the buildings behind the station, which we later discovered were actually storage units -- not apartments, as we initially thought. Weird. Either this arguing couple walked way farther than we thought or they still have baggage the rest of San Diego doesn't know about yet.
