You know me, I don't like to complain

From me:

Let me tell you about the time I met Vint Cerf. It was when I lived in Fairfax Virginia, and I was pulling into the Giant Foods to buy some groceries. As I’m circling the lot I end up behind a Jag with the tags “CERFS UP” which I thought was pretty funny. “That’d be funny if that was Vint Cerf’s car,” I thought, and didn’t think much of it.Then later, in the grocery store, near the bell peppers and portabella mushrooms I saw Mr. Cerf and his wife opposite me in the aisle. “You’re Vent Cerf!” I said, and he chuckled a bit. “Yes I am,” he said, in that slightly uncomfortable “I hate that people know who I am,” kind of way.”Thanks for that Internet thing,” I said.Another chuckle from Mr. Cerf and he smiled and said: “You’re welcome.”

Vint Cerf on Flickr – Photo Sharing!

Thanks for sharing that photo, Joi. That digital back of yours kicks ass, too. /cameraenvy