No that is not a bad word, Thursday by Asobi Seksu is my new drug of choice. In three days, according to iTunes I have listened to the song 105 times. I really do think I am OCD. I think there are two types of music fans: those who notice lyrics first and those who notice the music first. I am most definitely the former. But also, there is something about indie-japanese cross-over that appeals to my sense of "I am soo much better than you."
I get on kicks like this. iTunes could embarass me if it wants. I listened to Somewhere Over the Rainbow by this fat Hawaiian dude 142 times. And despite my more exclusive sensibilities, The Fray broke my top 10 most played songs.
I have decided quite possibly the most invasive thing you could do on someone's computer is to gain that play information and use it against them. Such a search would show that at some point in the past year, I not only paid money for a Celine Dione song, but listened to it twice! Shouldn't iTunes protect this info with some sort of encryption?
Blaning
Blaning of course, is the act of blogging on a plane. Fueled by three diet cokes and two laptop batteries and I am catching up on my electronic life. Emails are lined up in my outbox like thoroughbreds brimming with the newfound joy of a summer pasture. I am, however, somewhat struck by the irony that the one place I do this is quite literally the only place where I am not connected to the network in some way. Perhaps that should tell me something. If I was one to ponder such things I suppose I could draw some sort of life lesson.
Instead, my quixotry and quasi-regicidal babbling continues to flower and bubble as effulgently as ever.
In keeping with this somewhat Faulkner-cum-Seinfeld approach to communication, can I take a moment to comment about the airline on which I am traveling? They rent out a little digital video player for a handsome fee--which is fine. However, they have an ad on the big screen that shows an attractive exotic young lady (is her dad a GI?) walking along the beach in a bikini with…the digital video player.
No complaint here.
Finally, I brought a 4-oz stick of deodorant on the plane with me. Well beyond the 3-oz limit and not even in a plastic bag--unless you count my Banana Republic bag.
Yes, it's time to eat crow. You remember that line about how luggage is for suckers? Well turns out my quick trip turned into quite a long one--I had an extra day in LA with no change of clothes, no toothbrushes, and not even a cell phone charger.
Which brings me to this afternoon trying to get a cab to the airport--on absolutely no battery. It is a dicey situation to call a cab that way. And then get a call from the cab company saying that you cab just crashed and they have no more to send you (true story). I have just lost 30 minutes. Even though the airport is 8 miles from the office, it takes 45 minutes to sail the gleaming sea of cars and egos that is the 405 at rush hour.
However, the efficiency expert in me smiles a little when I walk and they close the airplane door behind me. Sure, I sold my health, my social life, my dreams, and my soul to corporate
Last Minute Blooging
Of all the days of the week, none are more recent than Sunday. I do love Sundays. Lazy mornings. Waking up to views like this. (Note this is actually at night, I meant waking up from naps.)Nothing is more beautiful, more romantic than sitting on my balcony listening to Asobi Seksu or Horse Feathers (two new favs) and catching up on a bit of Ipod surgery.
Unfortunately our patient was not so lucky. No worries. The primary Ipod is still in good condition, and there is a tertiary backup.
However, I should catch my flight. T-minus an hour to lift-off (and still at home). The beauty about only going to LA for 12 hours (red eye out and 5 PM flight back) is that I don't pack a thing. All I need is my disdain for those who actually have to use luggage. Suckers.
What to Get a Guy Who Parks Like an A-hole
Have you ever seen someone's parking job and just say to yourself: "Man that guy is an A-hole?" Well, do I have a site for you. www.youparklikeanasshole.com. Go ahead. Explore the site. My favorite part is they actually have a pdf file you can print and leave as a sitation on someone's car. Crisis! Everyone Panic! (Sort of)
Well, I originally felt like writing a very witty followup to the other post I had with this same title. But I am tired and feel about as clever as George Bush.
So here are the facts, I went to Kauai over the weekend with a college buddy (Liam). We were out to dinner and a friend of mine on Oahu called to say there was a huge earthquake off of Japan and that Hawaii is under a tsunami warning. Initial reaction was: "Balls!"Feeling like this might be our last night on earth together, Liam and I went for a romantic stroll on the beach. I checked warning updates on my Treo. Eventually we just went to bed. We woke up still alive. And in
each other's arms. So it is all good.Saturday was spent on the beach and doing some hiking along the Napali Coast (where Raiders of the Lost Ark was filmed, at least portions).
I think this array of warning signs speaks for itself. However, someone did not. They found it necessary to actually mark how many idiot tourists died at this spot. Notice the hash marks.The rest of the day was spent on the beach and trail. Highlights:
- Tropical drinks in the hot-tub looking out over the ocean.
- I fed a feral cat part of my tunafish sandwich.
- We stopped for doughnuts.
- Waves (even the ones shown above) with 15-17 ft faces.
Lowlights:
- Kauai mud: imagine motoroil that sticks to your feet in 1/2 inch layers.
- I called Princeville Resorts to see how much a hotel would be that night. What do you say when they quote an $815 nightly rate? I hung up without saying anything.
ASCII Art Farts Rule
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Imaginary Conversations
Death
A: My parents died three years ago, of course.
B: I am so sorry.
A: It's ok. It wasn't your fault…or was it?
Picking Up the Check
A: Of course I got it, don't worry.
B: Are you sure? (Feinting for wallet)
A: You're right, you should probably get this one.
An Honest Flight Attendant
A: In the event of a water landing, of course, everyone will die. According to Wikipedia, no commercial aircraft has ever made a successful water landing. Life vests are here for your placebic enjoyment…also your Ipod shuffle can bring this $100 million plane down.
An Honest State Department Official
A: Of course we support Israel. They have hot women in their military. Syria, try showing some skin…
An Honest Wall Street Analyst
A: Of course I trade on insider information.
An Honest Consultant
A: Of course there are no synergies or savings--we are working for fees.
An Honest Parent
A: Of course I have a favorite child.
An Honest Child
A: Here is your change back
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