It's a Mac!
The new Mac has arrived at Center of Operations, www.springfieldvermont.org - this, despite the best efforts of fedex to spoil the moment.
Kudos to Apple - at the first sign of a wrinkle not only did they get on the horn and make the system work, but they even credited back a friendly $um. The Mac is hard at work even now, yes here in Springfield, Vermont, USA, Official Home of the Simpsons - promising to enable for many, many years to come.
Por fín, y gracias a la casa Apple y a la Mágia, ha llegado el ordenador Mac nuevo, llega apesár del mal servicio de fedex. Se habla mucho de lo que paréce un ordenador Mac tener un precio elevado, en comparación a lo que es un ordenadór sub-normál. Pero hay que ver, que con las garantías que lleva cada instrumento de la casa Apple - Mac, con sus inumerables detalles supérbas, con la calculación del bajo costo de tener-lo durante los muchos años que durará, es una ganga, una ganga nivél mundiál.
Quien compre barato, compra dos veces, y quien compra un Mac, compra una vez.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Springfield Vermont holds the Annual Alumni Week Parade Day! - Fancy News
Springfield Vermont, Official Home of the Simpsons, held the exciting annual Alumni Week Parade today, everyone attended! ...
Bongo was most pleased to see the wonderful reception given to the returning Alumni
The Apple Blossom Queen and her Court of Honor attended, riding in a sporty late twentieth century two door Cadillac
There were tailgate parties galore lining the parade route
Hill's Band Wagon serenaded the crowd
Jolly clowns were in good form
The alumni marched along briskly and with a jaunty manner
A fine dragon made a welcome appearance, spreading luck among the assembled revelers
The Class of 1989 was as cuddly as ever
There was no lack of fine false mustachios
Local celebrities graced the event with a modest presence, so as not to outshine the Shriners
The Shriners
Local Fire Departments took the opportunity to display life saving technology from the past
Blonds had great fun
Platinum Blond Bongo maintained a justified aloofness throughout, holding court on the corner
Here we see a Mighty Fine Bulldog and his friends anxiously awaiting the festivities, in a prime location, where they are sure to get a perfect view of Bongo the Goat and his entourage
Here are Weathersfield Bow's Famous Eastman's Farm BBQ kings, doing a magnificent job of creating a delicious offering for the hungry crowds of revelers, the great wafting clouds of savory smoke bekoning all to the feast ...
Tune in later for more pics, the poster must get to Mt. Ephraim Farm, in Springfield, Vermont, for more of their famous fresh eggs before it gets too dark!
Bongo was most pleased to see the wonderful reception given to the returning Alumni
The Apple Blossom Queen and her Court of Honor attended, riding in a sporty late twentieth century two door Cadillac
There were tailgate parties galore lining the parade route
Hill's Band Wagon serenaded the crowd
Jolly clowns were in good form
The alumni marched along briskly and with a jaunty manner
A fine dragon made a welcome appearance, spreading luck among the assembled revelers
The Class of 1989 was as cuddly as ever
There was no lack of fine false mustachios
Local celebrities graced the event with a modest presence, so as not to outshine the Shriners
The Shriners
Local Fire Departments took the opportunity to display life saving technology from the past
Blonds had great fun Platinum Blond Bongo maintained a justified aloofness throughout, holding court on the corner
Here we see a Mighty Fine Bulldog and his friends anxiously awaiting the festivities, in a prime location, where they are sure to get a perfect view of Bongo the Goat and his entourage
Here are Weathersfield Bow's Famous Eastman's Farm BBQ kings, doing a magnificent job of creating a delicious offering for the hungry crowds of revelers, the great wafting clouds of savory smoke bekoning all to the feast ...
Tune in later for more pics, the poster must get to Mt. Ephraim Farm, in Springfield, Vermont, for more of their famous fresh eggs before it gets too dark!
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Truck Creams Freshly Erected Light Post, Frankenstein Bleating Continues Unabated - Fancy News
This morning a trailer truck driver misjudged distances and took an ill-fated turn 'round a prominent downtown corner with a crisp and dramatic movement. The incident was witnessed by one citizen who happened to be standing right there on the sidewalk, innocently smoking a tobacco cigarette and watching the morning parade of automobiles and pedestrians - she volunteered that she happened to be watching the truck approach, and as a person not unfamiliar with the management of a moving tractor trailer rig she continued to watch with amazement growing into horror as she realized that the physics of speed and direction were going to lead to a bad result, and as her eyes bugged at the unfolding scenario the impact occured, producing an incredible physical shock and loud noise that made her start to the point that she completely lost track of her refreshing pause and found completely interrupted her morning wa.
The driver and his rig had neatly clipped one of the recycled 1970's era light poles that fill the main intersection in the center of Springfield, Vermont, City of Lights and Official Home of the Simpsons, and flipped it, sending it's base flying smartly several feet towards the Comptu Falls, missing the witness and the corner storefront window by about eleven degrees of arc, and causing the upper lamp to come to rest on the roof of the unfortunately misdirected trailer.
How it is that such an accident hasn't happened before or more often, and how it is that on this occasion the damage was confined to just one light post among the gathering of different utility poles on each of the four corners, is a question that will challenge great minds for years and years to come, but the fact is that no one was injured (beyond the wicked start suffered by the witness and the embarrassment suffered by Alex, the driver), and not one of the fine modern traffic lights was damaged.
Most significantly, the odious and mindlessly repetetive bleating of the taunting audio "alert", (designed to confuse/entrap the blind and drive mad the local office workers and nearby residents), didn't miss a single mindless beat, beat, beat.
When asked, the driver offered, with a truely charming Canadian accent redolent of the North Woods of Further Canuckia, that he had been driving rigs for about a year now. He also offered that he felt shock, consternation and dismay to think that the town of Springfield, Vermont, City of Lights and Official Home of the Simpsons, had posted woefully inadequate signage that attempted to apprise drivers of road conditions in town, signage thoroughly ambiguous in it's directions to truck drivers and confusing to anyone not familiar with the thinking behind it, and he felt he should have never been led to such a close intersection.
Perhaps it is just as well that the unfortunate driver didn't have to also struggle through the horrid little flyer inflicted on the citizens announcing a meeting to explain the traffic changes, handed out last week at the last minute by the local Chamber of Commerce (who said "dead wood and old logs"?), a flyer that appeared to have been composed as an afterthought, and which certainly was printed and distributed without even the most basic cursory editing (this flyer was too unprofessionally produced to bear a second read, or to even preserve at all, and it is not reproduced here out of respect for literate people everywhere).
The driver and his rig had neatly clipped one of the recycled 1970's era light poles that fill the main intersection in the center of Springfield, Vermont, City of Lights and Official Home of the Simpsons, and flipped it, sending it's base flying smartly several feet towards the Comptu Falls, missing the witness and the corner storefront window by about eleven degrees of arc, and causing the upper lamp to come to rest on the roof of the unfortunately misdirected trailer.
How it is that such an accident hasn't happened before or more often, and how it is that on this occasion the damage was confined to just one light post among the gathering of different utility poles on each of the four corners, is a question that will challenge great minds for years and years to come, but the fact is that no one was injured (beyond the wicked start suffered by the witness and the embarrassment suffered by Alex, the driver), and not one of the fine modern traffic lights was damaged.
Most significantly, the odious and mindlessly repetetive bleating of the taunting audio "alert", (designed to confuse/entrap the blind and drive mad the local office workers and nearby residents), didn't miss a single mindless beat, beat, beat.
When asked, the driver offered, with a truely charming Canadian accent redolent of the North Woods of Further Canuckia, that he had been driving rigs for about a year now. He also offered that he felt shock, consternation and dismay to think that the town of Springfield, Vermont, City of Lights and Official Home of the Simpsons, had posted woefully inadequate signage that attempted to apprise drivers of road conditions in town, signage thoroughly ambiguous in it's directions to truck drivers and confusing to anyone not familiar with the thinking behind it, and he felt he should have never been led to such a close intersection.
Perhaps it is just as well that the unfortunate driver didn't have to also struggle through the horrid little flyer inflicted on the citizens announcing a meeting to explain the traffic changes, handed out last week at the last minute by the local Chamber of Commerce (who said "dead wood and old logs"?), a flyer that appeared to have been composed as an afterthought, and which certainly was printed and distributed without even the most basic cursory editing (this flyer was too unprofessionally produced to bear a second read, or to even preserve at all, and it is not reproduced here out of respect for literate people everywhere).
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Springtime is for Horses in Springfield Vermont
Risha is out and about, enjoying the by-ways of the Official Home of the Simpsons. Here he is, taking the air in a brisk promenade along a wooded road in sunny downtown Springfield, Vermont, along with a friend who is more than pleased and proud with Risha's descretion in dealing with motor cars in this, his first outing in harness.
Este caballete se llama Risha. Aqui lo vemos paseando con su amiga, por una de las vias publicas de Springfield, Vermont, en lo que ha sido un dia perfecto de Primavera. La amiga queda pero muy orgullosa al ver que Risha mantiene su confianza ante los automóviles en esta, su primera vez llevando un traje con adornos y arreglos tan complicados.
[The brand spankin' new Official www.springfieldvermont.org Mac will arrive next week from Blessed Cupertino, California, a process neatly expedited by "A" in clever and mysterious ways that are a delight to behold in operation. Meanwhile, the original Official www.springfieldvermont.org Mac hovers between two worlds, and during today's episode of lucidity it has been possible to uncover some recent data and actually make this post.]
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