Posts tagged ‘gps’

August 2nd, 2010

This Lane to Exit

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Minder

Ok, it got ugly, but I made sure the fun kept rolling. Hopefully, you were following the tweets. San Diego and back on a psychic highway. There were highs and lows and real crash and burn at the end. Here’s the first installment to get you up to speed…

Later in the day, I checked in with Minder on geo-locator thing. My deal with Spiro is that I do the reviews and he sells them off into his network. I never know where they go; I just focus on getting paid. Spiro’s pretty regular getting me $ to cover my end, but I’m never sure where I am with the D he’s fronted and the D I’ve earned. He likes it that way, and that shit just clouds my day; so, as long as I’m getting covered, the arrangement works. Still, I can’t help but notice that if he’s paying me a little bit, he’s really making a lot more. As a middleman, he’s tough to see around though. I’m working on it. Middleman. That’s funny, ‘cause FatBoy’s all middle.

Minder texted me when he finally hacked the Revelation – the GPS implant Spiro’s been ragging on me about. I tooled over to M’s place. As always, he was cool about providing the spec breakdown, but I had to sweeten him with some quality time spent to get a review out of him. I convinced him we needed to go howl at the moon, so we planned to start w/ drinks later at cigar bar.

Before that, though, he dialed me in with this woman who was thinking about getting the implant put in her kid. The marketing wonk at the manufacturer mentioned her a testimonial he was greasing. Minder hooked the number and we called her up. Turns out she’s phreekshow from the ruling classes. I don’t think she was hearing me straight, but she agreed to do an interview. It had to be that afternoon because she had a Sharper Image list of ruling class shit to do. Frankly, I had my own class of shite to do and couldn’t’ve been bothered except Minder convinced me it would add value to the review we had to write. Whatever.

On the cycle over to Ivy Alley – there are some ruud phkrs on the streets, it occurred to me that because this was over and above what Spiro was expecting, maybe I could flog it on the side; maybe I could start building my exit strategy from the pocket of the greezy furball. Of course I’d have to keep it on the down low. I called up my bud, J.Frank who turned me on to a blogster who profit-shares on submissions. By the end of the ride, I had the dude agreeing to receive the audio file from the interview. Check it out here. Be warned though; Mommy Dearest is wound so tight she sees through her ears. Still, the bee-atch is a sistah, and she didn’t realize it but she dropped me some kernels of truth that I couldn’t help think would be useful down the road.

Mxoxo

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July 21st, 2010

Up for Air

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Okay, this is all messed up. I’ve managed to skip Spiro’s traces for the last few days. That’s never a good thing, except we didn’t actually have any specific plan together. Still, he’ll come down on me like a load of wet felt – especially when he finds out I was hanging with his boy Kyle. That’s a whole other story that I’ll get to. Still sifting the murk. But Spiro’s gonna twist it that us going AWOL was my fault. I don’t see it that way, and he’s gonna have a screamer on his hands when he tries it, but I’m feelin a bit delicate this morning, and I’ve got other things to deal with.

I’ve stopped off at my place for a shower and a fresh kit. Even Fractal seems on edge, poor dear. Well, I can’t help you this morning, Dude. Spiro’s been pinging me like a psycho, and I’ve been trying to track down Minder to get him to feed me some review material on that GPS tracker. Minder’s last text said he’d do it, but experience tells me I’ll have to soften his technobab with some human connection. Spiro won’t know the diff, but he’ll howl when the piece kicks back from the editor. So, as always, I cover mine by covering his. Ain’t that the way of bidneh?

This is all spinning too fast. I need some Marie time to pull this together. Ooop, there’s a ping from my sysbro, Cheree. Maybe she’s got clues as to my whereabouts over the past few nights. I shipped Kyle off as distraction flak for Spiro. Meatball promised to ping me if Furball has me staked out. K, gotta run to Minder. Gawd, my head.

Mxoxo

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July 18th, 2010

Show me the Robert D

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So I meet Spiro at the agency – Phuk, what a dump. Anyway, he’s there with a protege, a towering meatcake, named Kyle who he’s grooming to appear in some Olympic demonstration sport. First time I’d seen him. Apparently Spiro’s been spinning his web for a while, ’cause he’s already conned boyo into getting a Vans logo tat. That’s pure Spiro – sell ad real estate on athletes. Demonstration sports are easy street compared to full-on Olympics. Anyway, good luck, Beefboy; our mutual manager’s shaggin’ you in your sleep.

So Spiro’s playing the heavy on this implant thing. That’s why I’m meeting him here. There’s something in his manner suggesting panic – if that’s possible in the reptilian mind. I get a sense he’s made promises that I’ve gotta keep. I keep stalling him by saying, “Just show me the Robert D(nero)”. That always sends him into a cloud of bafflegaff and bullshit. So I let him run on it while I fake a potty break to bat some texts back and forth with Minder. Seems my boy has cracked the transponder – or some shite like that – and has even got some little add-on gizzo up his sheath. I’m telling him he better crack the Beaver Buzz and jellies; it’s gonna be a late one, ’cause Spiro seems to want me under the knife by tomorrow.

On the way back down the hall, I run into meatball Kyle. He mumbled some dim flak about hanging out and seeing me around. My mind’s on my own Spiro mambo and just flash him the pearls (I work my teeth pretty good) and dish him some whatevers and tell him to say bye to furball. I hit the streets

Mxoxo

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July 9th, 2010

To Implant or not to Implant

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I shoulda known. Greezball Spiro’s playing an angle. He’s tricked out a scam with some lame zone mobile hacks to develop a location-based game with yours truly as the subject. From what I can make out from his garbled message, it’s sort of a Where’s Waldo for game girlz. He wants me to get the implant, the “Revelation” one. People – you and peepholes like you – sign up and track me round the planet for prize moolah. Sounds like a FKN-riot unless you’re me and you don’t need droolers doggin’ you. I’ve got enough of that with brokers and sales wonks down at the Martini-Q. I don’t need to be on call. Still, I’m thinking about it maybe being fun for a while. Afterall, most of y’all would have a time keeping up with me and my parkour sisbros. Down my alley I’m the queen traceuse, and my alley’s wherever I wanna run. Put it this way, PK’s in me deeper than boarding ever was with Avril.

So, I’m toying with the idea. Spiro’s always wanting to fatten up my persona for feeding, but (experience has shown) I’ve gotta cover my end first. Once Minder’s done his tests, he and I will craft some work’rounds, no doubt. Spiro’s never been one to put the “pro” in prototype, and I’m not about to embed some blinkin’ lights in my tender flesh without some assurances of the upper hand. So, we’ll see where that goes.

Mxoxo

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June 22nd, 2010

Toolin’ over to Minder’s

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Toolin' through the hood with Puss

Visited my boy Minder – rhymes with Kinder, like Kinder eggs. His real name is Mahindra, and I’ve known him from school. He’s a geek-hack. I get him to do retrofits ‘n’ shit. He also feeds me lines for product reviews that I do. Girl’s gotta work and my agent can be a real bee-atch when he wants to be. His name’s Spiro and he’s a greezy hairball muthah. Last night he called me up all respiratory in the middle of the night. Sez I’m holding out on him. Well, yeah! Whatta ya think, greezy hairball muthah?

I didn’t really say that, but he was getting’ up on my last tit at sumpin’ o’clock in the morning. The Johnny Fitz from last night’s howl, had just peeled off and I was finally swimming with the unicorns when my “Ra-Ra-Rasputin” ringtone goes off and it’s him, phukr.

Anyway, in the sober light of morning, I realized I had to get this shyte done; so, a visit to Minder was in the cards. Spiro wanted me to review some kind of GPS locator deely, the kind of thing psycho-parents get embedded under the skin of their kids so they don’t have to worry about losing them. These ones were actually used to monitor elephant migration, not because anyone cares where the elephants are, but because the gizmos were too big for other animals. Well, they came out with a miniature one, the “Revelation” series or some advo-jumbo, and Spiro wants me to do the full run down. That’s where Minder comes in. He’s my hack buddy. He says he luvs me but really I just make his life interesting, and I can get him to do things like this.

So, Minder’s working up the brief, and I’m back out on the town. Later, Deeries.

Mxoxo

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