Friday Morning Emo

As I was walking (and periodically jogging as I am perpetually running late) to the train this morning I was aided, as always these days, by some tunes from my iPod. Sandwiched in between a couple of Daft Punk tracks was none other than the classic Dashboard hit Screaming Infidelities. That song always takes me back to the summer of 2003 when, for whatever reason, I was frequently listening to both that album and this one. Oh yeah, that's right. Why I brought this up in the first place however...no idea.

Of late I've taken to toting my month-pass (drumroll for irony please) in this velvety light blue pouch that normally houses well, the linked image will enlighten. The first day I did so, I am pretty sure the train conductor, a female, recognized the velvet casing as she seemed to give me a mildly disapproving frown. The frown, however, could also have been prompted by my face. So then this morning I get my ticket holster out (needlessly it turned out as tickets were not checked) and to my right I see the exact same light blue velvet case for a train pass. The woman to my right was, I would judge, a roughly 40 year-old Indian woman, and not that all shapes and sizes (and ages) don't use birth control, but it was still a bit of a shocker to me. What I wonder is, did she see that I had the same? If so, did she know what it was? And then, did she know that I knew about her and that I might know that she knew that I knew? Who knows.

Last night my television viewing took a step in the right direction when I ignored Grey's Anatomy. I am now down to Gossip Girl, and I guess Lost when it returns but I think not having shows I tune into regularly is a good thing. Anyway, that's all I've got for now. I'm intending to throw up something of some sort (or perhaps some sort of something) before my favorite holiday, Thanksgiving, but if not, have yourself a great one.

RIP iPod Shadow Man

On my way to work this morning, I was dismayed to see that one of my old standbys, iPod Shadow Man, had met his demise. I couldn't find the exact billboard with a quick google, but it kind of had this guy's hair, with a pose more like this lady, although not quite. Still, if you walked south past 30th St and 7th Ave anytime in the last well, while, you'd have caught a glimpse. He was replaced by the vastly inferior nanocrapmatic ad. To be honest though, I wouldn't have even been satisfied if he was replaced with this...that's how much I liked that iPod shadow. He was a source of comfort in what can sometimes be a judgmental city.

In other iPod related news, here is a look at the second item I might add to my home after a waffle iron.



No more will I have to crank my stereo and leave the bathroom door open to shower to tunes. Of course, I could always just have a radio in the bathroom, but I promise it just wouldn't be the same. Also, when bathroom trips are not long enough to require reading, or involve such hand-intensive activities such as the brushing of teeth (rendering page-turning difficult), music would be great. It's not so much that I always need music to fill voids. I am not afraid of silence (although I admit, sometimes it is creepy), I, like many others I am sure, just really like the idea of having a soundtrack to my life.

Also, did I mention here that I burned my left oblique type area with a pan after removing chocolate-chip cookies from the oven? That reminds me, I am long overdue to continue my very short-lived "recipe of the month" tradition. Maybe before Halloween. In the meantime, something something something, something something...

Intergalactic Planetary

After looking over the title of yesterday's entry I noted that I had entitled another recent entry "Sleepy." This may represent some form of pattern and I plan to adopt an earlier bedtime.

All I really wanted to drop down on the comp screen tonight was this crazy little proposition from Akoo International where you will be able to control what you watch on TV even in public places like bars and um, bars. This is only getting one step closer to the kind of crazy targeted ads and other nonsense portrayed in Minority Report that I feared at the time might one day come to fruition. It's like the way I joke about not getting an iPod until they devise a way to implant it directly into my body and songs can be selected based on mind-reading technology. And speaking of Minority Report, looks as if we might get a bit of the picture-touch technology we see Tom Cruise fool around with in the crime lab. Not too surprising given iPod and iPhone touch technology perhaps, but sort of nifty nonetheless.

The other thing I wanted to mention, which I think I covered in the past but can't be sure, is Virgin Galactic. Yes, everyone's favorite crazy millionaire Richard Branson has a plan to send your ass to outerspace. It's supposed to be unveiled by 2008, with commercial service to ensue 12-18 months later. I think I'll hold off for the time being.

And there it is, I got out the little silly tidbits rolling around my head. Some of them anyway.