Today, I learned QuickBooks. I also re-learned why I both detest and admire Intuit. That was the first half of the day. The last half of the day, as counted by hours since awakening and expected to increase percentage-wise, has been spent entering mundane administrivia into Quickbooks. If I had to guess, I’d say that between government regulations and accounting, there are about 100 billion reasons not to ever even consider starting your own business. From scratch. In your garage. Nope, keep working for The Man, draw that salary, suck up those benes. It is fantastically easier.

I’m taking a break by looking at Toughbooks and their ilk. The state of ruggedized touch-screen technology is very sad. The mobile PC market has been practically abandoned, a virtual ghost town, with the advent (and adoption) of smartphones and telephonic PDAs. So these producers get ginormous margins on their stuff. And it’s stuff I need. Can I get net-30 on that, Mr. Panasonic? I’d suggest a ruggedized PDA, but I cringe at the thought of the price of such a beast.

If I do that, too, I’m thinking of going back to the enormous desktop tower PC as the TFG Mainframe, but this time running Linux. They’re now much quieter, somehow, and cloud computing has changed the game completely. I can almost run any operation from a Treo (and you iPhone nerds can just go worship Little Stevie some more and not comment here) these days.

I did get in a brief nap during the rain-delayed and rain-shortened Bristol Busch race. I’m tired of all the Cup drivers hogging up the limelight over there and in the trucks. I understand why they do it…if they ran lawnmower races on those tracks, I’d sure do it so I’d know the track felt. Still, I kinda want to see some new faces and hear some new stories. This will tell you how much my teevee diet consists of SpeedTV, too…can we let Kenny Wallace into the circus somewhere? There’s never been a more boring ‘personality’ consistently taking up air-time, and that guy wants nothing but an Audience. I reckon six-years olds and their parents will be acceptable to him.

There’s Tejano music wafting in through the window - welcome to Bexar Co. Or as I like to call it, Mexico Jr.