I saw somewhere today that a 17-year-old kid in New Jersey has figured out how to make the iPhone work on the T-Mobile network, rather than the AT&T network. I guess this is a problem for Apple and AT&T, even if it is a minor one. I don't really care one whit about iPhones, largely because I am tightwad when it comes to cellphones. All I really need them to do is make and receive calls, so a plain vanilla phone works fine for me. The main feature I look for is cheap. From a capitalist point of view, I do have an opinion though. I think that Apple whoring itself to AT&T is a bad thing for the consumer. This keeps the price artificially high for iPhones and makes a ton of money for AT&T. Neither of those is good for the consumer. This is also a classic AT&T monopoly tactic. I rank cell phone carriers with mortgage brokers and cars salesmen near the bottom of the consumer sales barrel, higher than payday loans operators and rent-to-own places, and slightly below electronics retailers. Anything the consumer can to to screw with the cell phone guys is okay by me. In other news, Son Sneed had an appointment for his therapy today. It was basically a nightmare. We arrived at 7:15 am and the poor guy wasn't done until 11:00 am. We both had high hopes that he would be the first patient for therapy, but he turned out to be last. What a way to spend half a day. After I dropped Son Sneed at home I met my friend Lonnie for lunch. We were anxious to hear how our buddy Chuck's trip to Las Vegas was. Chuck you may recall, is our 90-year-old friend. Lonnie was alone when I got there and it wasn't until 15 minutes later that Chuck rolled in. He was full of stories about his adventures in Vegas. They mostly centered on how much things cost in Vegas. Chuck couldn't stay for lunch with us because he was meeting his granddaughter and great-granddaughter for something or the other. He hurried off, but said he will give us all the scoop next week. I came home and took three mini-naps. This was supposed to be a single nap, but the phone kept ringing and waking me up. Sneedlet One's mom dropped him off at 5 o'clock today and he is busy terrorizing his grandmother. They are locked in a game of Chutes and Ladders and he is winning, because he makes up his own rules. Sneedlet has been going to daycare three days a week for the past few months. Among the behaviors he has learned is saying, "I'm not your friend", every time he doesn't get his way. I've only heard that ten times so far this evening. He has also developed this habit of barking out one-word commands. It he wants a drink, he simply shouts "water". He and I are working on improving his way of asking for things. Each time he barks at me, I have to stop and make him ask nicely and in a complete sentence. Let me tell you, it is slow going. I have to drag the little hyena to the Supercuts tomorrow to get a haircut. We are going to San Diego in two weeks and the Lovely Mrs. Sneed wants him to look his sharpest for the trip. He says he doesn't need a haircut, so this should be a hassle. Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky