Siri gets Existential

I read where Apple is hiring young writers to make Siri a "better conversationalist".
Well,unless they plan on exhuming Jean Paul Sartre himself for the job,they won't be beating THIS conversation:

Mark: What time is "Dish Nation" on in West Palm Beach?

Siri: I can't help you with TV

Mark: Why not?

Siri: I don't know. I've often wondered that myself.

Mark: You're a useless bitch, you know

Siri: I'm only trying to help

Mark: But you didn't

Siri: I don't know the definition of the word "I". Shall I search the web for it?


Huh?

Guess I can see where this is going. Just as one can now (for .99) choose one's GPS directives from  "Sexy Voice", "British Butler", or "Utter Fop"; Siri will now be overlaid with such options as "Henry David", "Jack" (Kerouach or Nicholson,you choose) or "50 Shades of Siri". Can't Wait!


So, obviously, we have some new toys at our disposal this trip. The personal hot spot is awesome. No more frequenting Ranger Stations or free Wi-Fi coffee joints. If only something blog worthy would occur.

I'm hesitant to dwell on the 80 degree temps, and our trips to the beach, considering what the majority of "you" (shall I search the web for it?) have recently endured temperature wise.

So, I'll just briefly run down the goings on:

Had a disappointing stay at the Kingsland Georgia Red Roof; not to fear, the Jacksonville option is a mere 40 minutes further down (and right off) 95.

Getting back into the Camping life:
     Step 1   Push Button
     Step 2   Rub hands together gently under warm air
     Step 3   Wipe hands on pants   *

Caught 5 fish so far, all different and all unidentifiable by me. The Asian gentleman fishing next to me called them all "Sardines", which only fooled me once.

Saw my brother David and wife Ann, had a nice dinner out, and set up our superbowl viewing...go 49ers!

Gordon's Prozac is working!

And finally, Dish Nation is on here at the ungodly hour of 11 pm.



*totally stole that one,sue me.

Last Calls

Well, it seems our little travel blog has outlived its title. " Swamp Loggers"  apparently aired its last episode sometime during last years action packed trip. Of course there is no dearth of quality inspiration from the same er...swamp: "Here Comes Lucy's Boo-Boo's", or, in a nod to Gabe's current place of employment,"Fish Nation--That's What We Dis-em-Bowel!" are both begging to be chosen. However,being both technologically challenged ( how DID I do that logo thing???) as well as downright lazy, and not wanting to lose EITHER of our followers, we soldier on unchanged. Call it nostalgic.

Once again,the RED ROOF gods are casting their scarlet rays upon us. We've managed to parlay their 40th Anniversary Sale into 3 nights lodging on the way down for a grand total of $72.98. Plus tax,of course.

So, after gathering a 90 day supply of all the required pills,potions and nostrums for ourselves and the dogs,we're off tomorrow!

Once again, we're toting tent and Aerobed, in case anyone wants to join in the fun for a few days.
Jan. 21-Feb.28= Hobe Sound (airport=West Palm)
Feb.28-Mar.9= Tampa area
Mar10-Mar.21=Panhandle (airport=Tallahassee or Panama City)
Mar22-Mar30= Huntington Beach State Park in South Carolina

Shoot us an e-mail or a call on Mark's cell.

We'll keep you posted when and if something bigger than a breadbox happens.