This one’s been stewing a while. Here goes …
- Never buy the sugar free muffins. Even for a dollar and a half less, they’re not worth it. Go for the sugar, it’s worth it. Gak!
- Without looking at the screen, I’ve mixed up Rihanna and Justin Bieber no fewer than three times when playing music from my “Download everything and just let it fly” playlist. Included there was the first time I heard “What’s My Name?”
- The very few times I’ve gone on vacation (extraordinarily rare, because there truly is no rest for the wicked), I took the most valuable things in the house with me. Computers, family, hard drives. I never know what I might need on the road, and I can’t guard things when I’m away. I just stopped carrying everything valuable with me everywhere I went about eight or nine years ago. I followed the advice of one of my elders, “leave home as if you expect to never return.” I’ve got more reasons to return now. Still, the goodies always go with me if I’m gone any longer than a day or so, often go with me in pieces every day (my game consoles are ancient, so no worries there), and I’m considerably better prepared to defend what matters in person than I would be fortifying a position I’m leaving.
- It took me a while to come to it, since I thought they were a wash at first, but Nicki Minaj > Drake. That girl is freaking talented, no matter how much surgery she’s had or what words she uses that I wish she wouldn’t. It kind of helps if you only hear her songs and never actually see her. Kind of like Lady Gaga.
- If you’ve forgotten, He-Man and the Masters of the Universe is really, really terrible in the funniest possible way. The repeated stock footage, the simplistic plots, the goofy looks on everybody’s face, even the relentlessly racist episode where He-Man’s a gladiator. We really were much more innocent back then — you couldn’t mix weaponry and goofiness this way these days, let alone have a little female “starchild” riding on Battlecat’s saddle in front of a muscleman’s hairy panties. One night while my wife was having a “sister circle” (i.e. “lots of women in my living room talking loudly while I turn up the sound on my headphones”) I sat and watched in as a kind of counter-programming. Hilarious stuff, unintentionally.
- Theophilus London > Kid Cudi.
- Most people I know who’ve bought a smartphone say, “I hate this thing” within a year (including my wife, my barber and my home boy in Oakland). I’m a little more than half way to the one year mark on my N900 and I love it more than I did when I got it. I couldn’t FTP back then. I don’t know if I’d installed Abiword for dealing with the .doc crowd. I hadn’t replaced my iPod with this as an MP3 player (better with MussOrgSky), nor started watching any video files on it. I was still doing most of my blogs on a computer, didn’t count my steps with the pedometer, didn’t use it as an Apple Remote, didn’t track my wife’s menstrual cycles with Maegirls, didn’t live by TouchSearch (set to Google/Wikipedia/Google Maps) or enjoyed the free GPS for life mapping on the phone’s native software. I can’t believe how amazing this is. The only thing that could change my mind is if Nokia made an even fresher smartphone running their Intel/AMD collaboration MeeGo and upped the storage space (yes, I’m running into storage problems even at 48GB … blame the MP3s and videos).
Watching (Hulu) Burn Notice, “Hot Property