Scuttlebleep

I read some scuttlebutt online recently - can't recall the site - but the gal who wrote the article had some pretty good evidence that there's something suspicious about iTunes programming and her iPod - namely, her iPod "is playing songs it wants me to buy more of".

With her 'all songs' playlist running on random shuffle, more than a random amount of the band Paramore was playing. Next, she opens iTunes to discover on the main page that the new Paramore album is now available for pre-order.

Only 50 out of 1,136 songs on the iPod were Paramore, yet the band came up one-in-ten times across 100 attempts when skipping to the next song. Hmm.

It certainly seems do-able that a 'random' function could be easily tweaked based on marketing decisions. Would that be underhanded on Apple's part? Or just another way advertizing has infiltrated our lives?

Breakfasty Quips

"Are you eating cereal, or calling the parish to Mass?"

Real Life Conversation #44

There you are! What took you so long? I was yelling for you while you were in the bathroom!

I heard you. I was in mid-stream, all right?

Hexed Text #1

(When text messages go awry)


Mike: Safe at work, love you! Jugs!

Cindy: ?

Mike: That should have said 'Hugs!'

Cindy: By all means, let's celebrate the bosom - just not at work, k?

EtchCo! You've Done it Again!

You can convert a typical bicycle into a stationary / exercise bike with one of these:

This has the benefit of making your typical bike more multi-purpose, since you don't need to buy a separate exercise bike for working out - great.

But you would need a dedicated spot for this - it's not a very portable setup - you probably wouldn't take it from room to room with you.

How about this? Hook the bike converter into a unicycle. It has a smaller footprint, and it a lot more portable. Granted, there would be no handlebars to slump over and lean on, but as a benefit, there would be no handlebars to slump over and lean on - you're working your core muscles to keep yourself upright.

It might be argued that a unicycle isn't very useful beyond the home workout, but aside from the fact that you might look silly using it in public (get over it - admit that you always look silly, stop fighting), the unicycle would be a lot easier to take on the bus with you, or even into your cubicle at work.

With speeds of 8-9 miles per hour, a unicycle is something you could use pretty much as a typical bike.

The Frog has arrived. To Stay.

This trailer showed up one weekend, and I figured it was like one of those inflatable-jumpy-ball-playzone rentals for some kid's birthday party. But it's been living at the apartment complex for about a month now, so I guess it moved in. Odd. It's not just loitering either - it's doing business.

Maybe I should start an apartment-complex-based business of my own... I've always wondered how profitable a convenience store run out of a truck would be. 800-1000 people live in our complex, and it's about three or four miles to the nearest gas station, so I bet I could make a lot of dough on diapers, cigarettes, beer, chips and etc.

Maybe it's just me

Is it just me, or is there something creepy about these flex-arms? I worry about all the varied, questionable attachments that might be in the box. It looks as if it would come alive in the night, slither around in the bed and violate my nether regions...

Also, who needs a table to hold a magazine for them? War and Peace, yes - Entertainment Weekly, no.

Living Room Treadmill

So is it tacky to have a treadmill in your living room?

Or does it show dedication?

How weird is this?

Somehow, all of the text except for the newest post is all lower-case. Weird.

Must be something I did in the new template.

Real Life Conversation #43

I don't think anyone believes me!

Huh?

There was a zebra! He was just hanging out with the horses.

Well, this is a horse-breeding area after all.

So you believe me?

I believe you saw a zebra, sure.

Saw? How about, 'I believe there IS a zebra' ?

Wow. No, I'm not going to say that... I don't want to encourage your tenuous grip on reality.

Hypothetically

How much time is too much time to spend fantasizing about suicide?

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Mmn... 5 Seconds. Why?

No reason.

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