It freaks me out when I’m listening to a CD and finish a song, then click over to the radio and they’re playing the same song I was just listening to. Makes me worry that somehow the radio people are keeping tabs on me via a heretofore unknown technology. This was the song. Two fun facts: Porn star Ron Jeremy actually produced the video for this song, and a spoken Richard Pryor sample can barely be heard if you crank up the volume during the first few seconds of the tune.

My father is a longtime Houston Astros fanatic, but even he is showing signs of jadedness. I asked him what he thought of the impending strike. He said he didn’t think it was such a bad thing, because he’d get a refund on his season tickets for all the games which got cancelled.

On a lark I thought I’d update my Geek Code block. Here it is.


Version: 3.1

GL/B/IT d s++:– a C++ U P L+ E— W+++$ N+ o– K? w+++ O—- M V+ PS+++@ PE@ Y++ PGP t 5 X+ R+++ tv++ b++$ DI++ D++ G e+++ h—(—-) r+++ y+++(+++++)


Realization of the day: if our cable TV provider were to join them, we would have no utilities being serviced by a solvent company (joining phone, electric, and gas providers — all bankrupt).

The nagging pain behind tooth #23 has taken me to the dentist three times already, every time with the same diagnosis: there is nothing wrong with you. Another “I don’t see anything there” today. Now it’s off to the periodontist (gum doctor) to see if he can figure it out. Grand.

In most men’s room stalls, you’ll usually find a newspaper (or at least a section of it) left by some kind soul for entertainment purposes in an otherwise morose locale. Today I discovered not a section of the Wall Street Journal, but instead a handful of pages printed out from Is this sad? Maybe it wouldn’t have been so depressing if all the stories weren’t on politics. Print out the Lifestyle section next time, dude!