Technology Blog

Here at the UCTMW World HQ we clearly need a better qualified CTO. I've been wearing that hat for a few months since the departure of Francois for a tour of duty as a chef in the French Foreign Legion, most recently on the Libyan front. But I think I got snookered into wasting some of our technology budget.

You may recall about two weeks ago a report that my classic black Apple Mac Book had "died". This was confirmed by a so called "Genius" at our local Apple Store, which  is now the mecca of choice for sleazy guys to park at demo computers trolling internet dating sights, who don't want their wives to go through the "history" on their home computers.  Yuck!

Anyway, the Genius took my lap top to the bowels of the store, and came back 20 minutes later with a look on his face resembling an undertaker trainee at an Arkansas funeral home. He explained that the condition of my 4 year old computer was "grave" and the problem was "inscrutible", at least by the collection of other geniuses assembled in their triage center in the back of the store. Of course, I could elect to send it into the "shop" for an indefinite period of time for a more detailed diagnosis. At a minimum charge of $280, not including any necessary repairs.

Did I want to throw that money away today?

Well, I guess not. Slave left the store with a flashy new lap top.

But somehow I had doubts. I liked my classic. Maybe an extra laptop would be nice to have. So I brought it to a local independent computer shop. A week later my computer is back, looking and acting brand new. They explained that Apple was offering a free new "face" to replace the cracked trim on my old model (no one told me that at the Apple store!)  They sold me a new battery, which I probably needed after 4 years. And they removed some RAM I didn't really need from a defective RAM slot.  Total charge: $140 for what looks like a brand new Black classic.

Lesson: Don't rely on the Apple Store to fix your computer once the warranty expires!!!!

And don't you like the way I dressed this "sex blog" up with a hot shot of Mistress with my black classic!

On the home front, Mistress has to make an overnight trip up north for work today.

I'm sure going to miss her company in bed, and watching tonight's big debate. Of course, Mistress has taken precautions to make sure i don't "misbehave".

"You're in that cage today, Slave...."

Indeed. I've already smushed into my ring, and will be going upstairs shortly for a little "bon voyage" sex before I head to work and Mistress hops into her car for the drive north.
 

Mistress Held Hostage!

It was a rather busy day here in River City for Mistress and her devoted Slave.

First, I was up at 4:30 am, to chauffeur the cute Co-Ed, and her Grandparents to the airport for spring break in the Caribbean. (These particular grandparents will splurge on first class airfare, but don't realize they actually having parking at the airport). I was home by about 6:30 am, but let Mistress sleep in a little longer. By the time I was given the "all clear" to rejoin her in the Executive Suite, I couldn't tell which of my primal needs required attention first -- sexual release, or a little more shuteye.

But knowing Mistress as you do, dear readers, I think you know what happened next. And after she was suitably pleasured and I had been given permission to cum, there was time enough for a little more sleep as Mistress waded back into the morass of her AM in-box.  It may be time to hide that profile and her hot-legs from the randy crowd there until she can complete interviewing her current list of finalists.

After a little more time in bed, we headed to our gym.  Mistress had spinning class, and I did the elliptical machine until my "dates" arrived: my daughter and two cute grandsons, who were coming to enjoy the compact indoor "water park" on one of the closer days of the winter here.

As we were splash splashing, Mistress came to kiss me goodbye, heading off to the dreaded local Apple store to deal with some strange problem with her email on her sleek and relatively new and paper thin laptop.

Of course, it was barely a week ago that Mistress and Slave had to navigate the Apple Store at Le Opera in Paris - an elegant, marble clad showplace that apparently is the pride of the Jobsian fleet these days. Not the cool moussiers in black lighting their Gallouses out front.  And the balcony and skylight inside.

In contrast our local Apple "salon" is a cramped, drop ceiling affair, stuffed into just another  midwestern mall hardly noted for its people watching. Usually it is packed with frustrated, confused and fashion challenged consumers, competing for the  attention from smug and geeky "Geniuses". (See photo below, like the shorts and sneakers look on a cold day?)


Because of my long standing mall allergy, I made some other plans-- doing a little maintenance work on our "dungeon" / rental property in the City. But as the afternoon progressed I received increasingly frustrated up-dates via cell phone from Mistress on the slow progress in "cleaning out" the mess caused when "mobile me" meets "the cloud". It actually sounds worse than the storm fronts that went through here yesterday.

It wasn't until about 5 hours later that Mistress finally got home, rejoining me in bed, where I was hoping for  a nap before our trip to the theatre last night.  Then she explained the strange events of her day.

"I was held hostage, Slave, by a retired cop who was flirting with me.... I'm convinced he kept dragging it out so I wouldn't leave."

"Was he cute, Mistress?"

"Hardly.... about my size, kind of pasty....are any genius's 'cute'?"

"Well I am never clear on your taste Mistress, as we've learned from the folks who do or do not make your AM cut...."

She explained how her genius concluded that somehow when another genius moved her data from one defective laptop to another a few weeks back, things got "confused", and her emails, photos, and contacts all began replicating like horny bunnies.  So somehow all that extra stuff had to be leached away to make things right again.... this took hours of his valuable  time, as he induced Mistress to hover over him, and attempted to entertain her with his snappy ex-cop patter.

"He kept telling me about folks he had busted, later coming on for Apple Care, and doing a double take when they learned that the undercover guy who bought pot from them was now their Genius."

"Oh, I bet those are fun stories...."

"At one point I asked whether it's true that marijuana is more expensive now than it used to be.... and he asked "how do you know what it used to cost, sweetie"...

"Great....and this is the guy who was spending the whole day sorting through your email accounts, photos and contacts?"

"Exactly.... sometime in all this he asked me what this "BigLove" email account was for...." (that's the account you can use to contact us here, dear UCTMW readers)

"And you said?"

"Oh I probably blushed, and mumbled something that made no sense. It was about that time  that he said... 'you've been gone so long, I bet your husband thinks you're having an affair'...."

"Did you tell him you have a contractual right to have affairs, Mistress?"

"NO.... I didn't want to give him any ideas, Slave."

Mistress ran some errands at the mall and had her nails done, continuing to check back with her ex-cop but without success. Finally she gave up, and arranged to pick up her lap-top later today.  I wonder if he'll be back on duty to offer further "services".

"So all the geniuses may be back there at the store nownow, grazing through your photos and emails, Mistress?  I wonder if there is a genius code of ethics we can rely on?"

And since there may well be a few stray and self-replicating photos of the WC's special occasion cock in there, let's hope we've not given a crop of geniuses deep  feelings of their own inadequacy this weekend.