Wow, I just searched all of my megnut posts for the word "annoy" and 0 posts were found. 0! How on earth is that possible?
OHMYGOD! ILOVEJASON!ILOVEJASON!ILOVEJASON! This is the most unbelievable thing ever ever ever I was jumping up and down in the office with glee and joy and excitement and all those things. Why? Because Jason sent me a 20" tall Iron Giant. I'll post pictures shortly or check the cam, I'm too busy playing right now.
If I were in a good mood, and by extension, a good writing mood, I'd tell you about this funny idea of combining Eminem's lyrics and Enya's angelic, organic (I mean like from an organ, not from the earth) notes to create the powerhouse sounds of Eminenya. And I'd also probably write something about how interesting I found this statement of Jessica's, "on trips, you realize that, in everyday life, you too easily lose touch with too much," and add some observations and experiences of my own. But I'm not in the mood, so I'm not going to. Instead I'm going to say: I so can't wait to fly away on Friday and so so can't wait until the plane lands and I so so so can't wait until I step off of it.
Have you seen the recent Webvan tv campaign, the one that highlights some annoying aspect of supermarket shopping, like the scanner at the checkout doesn't always work, or those plastic bags in the produce section are hard to open? Did you notice that no where in the ad do they mention the URL for Webvan, or even the *concept* of Webvan, i.e. buying your groceries online? All they say is "same groceries, no store." No wonder Americans aren't flocking to buy groceries online, how do they know that service is even available? Not from watching the Webvan ads, that's for sure.
Where in the world is Megnut Sandiego?
They don't have Webvan where I am right now.
After four days away from email, what a treat to find an Eminenya song in my Inbox from Eamon in addition to the mounds of spam and work-related junk. After a four hour flight and a time change, I found myself at 12:45 am California time giggling aloud in my chair. The blend is everything I had imagined. Let's all give it up for Eamon who thankfully has more motivation and musical mixing talent than I.
I finally saw The Matrix over the weekend (I know I know, I don't know how I can call myself a geek...) and I guess I agree with everyone who's said I look like Switch. I mean, our hair is the same color. And we're female. So I guess that's cool.
In honor of 0sil8's fourth birthday today, may I recommend an episode for your viewing pleasure? 13.013 Words is my favorite 0sil8 (I think that's kind of like picking a favorite parent or child though). What makes it my favorite? The fact that it's so simple, yet so powerful. The lush image coupled with a word creates a dichotomy which derails my brain each time. Each one leaves me staring at my screen, sometimes horrified, sometimes embarrassed, sometimes smiling, but always impressed. And inspired.
Oh gosh, it looks Michael Sippey is trying to goad us into going back to work on Pyra...which I'd love to do. And it's even more appealing when people have nice things to say about your products. Thanks Michael!
Ev posts about online education today which is something I've been thinking about a lot lately (don't ask me why, I have no idea). One of the things, in retrospect, I find so frustrating about traditional education is the virtual one-way traffic of ideas between students and teachers/professors. As an English major in college, I wrote lots of papers. I had lots of ideas and thoughts and theses I expounded which fell on very few ears, mainly my professor, and if it were a large class, a TA or two. That was it. Imagine now integrating the power of the web into the classroom: a simple app like Blogger to facilitate publishing, hang a discussion off it, require posting/commenting by students, and get people learning from each other, talking to each other. What a waste to have 20 (or 40 or 60) people pour their hearts and brains into papers that get read by one or two other people.
Words are on the brains of webloggers these days it seems, and thanks to jonno.com, I learned a new one tonight that I'd been wondering about for awhile. I love to add letters to the end of words (most often it's a y). Like for example, transforming the word drone into the adjective, "droney." Turns out it's called a paragoge.
Did you suffer as I almost did at your local IKEA? Nick sends along Tattooman's words of wisdom and advice regarding the megastore, including a special section for IKEA virgins. Hee hee. The word virgin makes me laugh.
Standing on the corner, day-dreaming, waiting for the light to change, lunch in a brown bag beneath my arm. A car pulls up the the light and stops. A man leans out the window.
man: Hey, can I get a date?
me: (glancing at lunch, thinking, I don't have dates in here, I have a veggie burger...) Huh?
man: Can I get a date?
me: (very slow and still coming out of my day dream) Huh?
man: Can I get a date?
me: (a ha! realizing what's going on) Oh no, (smile) I'm sorry.
man: (sounding disappointed) Awww...come on!
And I crossed the street.
I saw Rules of Engagement last night, and while the film itself was nothing spectacular, the end left me and Syl chuckling in our seats. As the screen faded to black, a sort of epilogue appeared, (William Sokal was indicted...etc. etc.). Huh? That was supposed to be a true story? It sure didn't seem like it, so we decided they must have just been kidding around, a la Kevin Smith at the end of Mallrats.
I'm very selective about which day's horoscope predictions I'll believe, but I love mine when it says things like this: You may be swept off your feet and feel an excitement that has been missing for some time.