So, I am a rabid user of Last.fm and scrobble my songs daily. I am definitely one of those people who likes my music organization [like a meticulously groomed iTunes library with every song's tag filled out with more information than a passport] and even more so a service that will give me stats about my music listening. Last.fm does this fantastically…but I have one quibble. What can't I scrobble my tracks played from my iPhone? I mean seriously. In my mind, people who have iPhones are the kind of people who use things like Last.fm. Not really a big deal, just thought we could all use it.

I went back to my alma mater this weekend for a bit of "frat" action. See, we have this thing called Founder's Day where alumni come back once a year for a bit of drinking, golf, and crawfish. I always look forward to it every year (like a dork) but end up disappointed afterwards. Don't get me wrong, I had a decent time...I do love to swing a golf club...but every time I go back and visit old college friends, in any setting, I end up thinking, "I do not belong here." [Gets on soapbox] I have done a lot of growing apparently, personality-wise, since I graduated (unbeknownst to me) and I really don't enjoy sitting around watching people act like jackasses and drinking themselves into oblivion. Don't get me wrong, every time I drink I certainly think to myself that drinking until I cant feel my lips and the tip of my nose is a good idea, but it invariably ends up in fail. I would much rather watch basketball or employ my self-aggrandizing raconteur-ery. Srsly. I have outgrown some of my favorite pastimes (that would be the acting like a jackass part) while others, very clearly have not. I mean, it really is OK if i decide not to drink while I'm golfing. [gets down]

Worst roads in America: New Orleans. Srsly.

Listening:

Say Anything

In Defense of the Genre (totally not as good as ...Is A Real Boy)

Elvis Perkins

Ash Wednesday

Reading:

NASA Memos...ftw

CAVEAT: Now, not all of my friends are like what I described. I suppose the people I was referring to are people that are not really good friends but just regular hey-man-how-you-doing friends. This of course makes sense because I try to be friends with people I like to be around. Wow, what a novel idea. Just to clear that up.

Listening

Trespassers William
Different Stars

Reading

The Mysterious Secret of the Valuable Treasure
by Jack Pendarvis

I spent most of yesterday evening preparing my old laptop for my friend, who has purchased it from me for a nominal fee. I feel really good about this, even though I am a bit scared to go without a Windows machine for the first time ever, because this will be his 1st computer. I know, who doesn't have a computer? Well, the thing is is that he has never really been a person who is at all interested in anything tech, I mean anything. The kid bought a DVD player for the first time last year...seriously. Why does he need a computer now you say? Well, he is going back to school and need it for that. These are all good things because I was worried about him, lifestyle-wise, for a good while. But now, he seems to be back on track, which makes me very happy. All of our other mutual friends from years past have sort of abandoned him for a few bad decisions he made, one's he regrets. I consider him to be a "best" friend of mine, as far a friend classification goes. So I have rambled off topic...back to what I was saying

I wiped the HDD clean on the old lappy and set it all up for him to dive right in as soon as he gets it. No bloatware or unnecessary-ness. What I wanted to say is that I actually enjoyed doing all of this, usually it is a hassle when I am doing it for myself but the prospect of this machine being somebody's first computer, how exciting!! (<--sarcastic tones, of course) No, seriously though, it is a groovy thought. Its all finished and polished and ready to be used. I am proud, nee, filled with hubris that I can hand down this sword of technology, this staff of fulfillment and satisfaction. Ok, I'm done with that thought. I hope he enjoys it.

Listening

Panic at the Disco (no exclamation point? wha?)

Pretty. Odd.

(hey now, don't judge, its new and it needed a listen, ok?)

Just Read

Into the Wild

by John Krakauer