Trust me on this.

Listen to this song. You won't regret it. (via theynow)

How to fool several million iPod nuts.

Niiiiiice...

Let us now praise the iPod.

How else could you listen to every song in your library in alphabetical order, but through an iPod (or other digital music player)? How else would you discover how many songs you own that begin with the word "surf," and what they sound like back-to-back? (Hint: "Surfin' Bird" kicks "Surfer Girl"'s ass.)

Unfortunately, all things must pass, and so I sold both of my old iPods* and got a new iPod video about a week ago.

Which means, naturally...

* Actually, a pretty good story: I bought a broken iPod off eBay, replaced the hard drive cable, and enjoyed it for a while, what with hacking Linux and stuff. Then, I sold it for a $50 profit.

My mini is supposedly sold, too, but the buyer has not sent payment, two weeks later, and is not responding to emails or eBay messages. So, methinks it will be re-listed soon.

What I'm trying to say.

Kevin Drum:

I just want to make something super clear here. If jumping on the Dubai hysteria bandwagon merely hurt George Bush politically and prompted some additional interest in port security, I'd be all for it. What do I care if the DPW/P&O deal goes through? But the whole thing feeds on a mindless anti-Arab jingoism that's genuinely dangerous, and that's why I'm not joining the fun. As liberals, we're either serious about engaging with the Muslim world in a serious, non-hysterical way or we're not. Which is it?

Damn!

I can only pass on the following from my friend Pat without comment:

Zach -

This is, without a doubt, the best use of Beatle music by anybody ever.

http://www.chrisbliss.com/videopresskit.html

Click on "The Big Finale."

Nolite te bastardes carborundorum.

I gotta say, I'm getting pretty discouraged by all the one-star reviews for my vodcast on iTunes. I mean, sure, it's probably just a bunch of 13-year-old boys--not exactly my target audience--but to click over there, as I did, after spending several days putting a vodcast together, and read that some poor person's IQ dropped by ten points after they watched my show--well, it makes me feel bad, and not just because I'm contributing to the dumbing down of America.

Maybe I just need more gross-out and bloody humor. Amputation jokes are funny, aren't they?

Sigh...

(My star rating is down to two on iTunes. I'll keep you updated as more one-star reviews come in.)

On the stupidity of vodcasting.

Next week, I'm just gonna do a bouncing ball, damn it. What was I thinking?

They Might Be Ringtones

Call connected thru the NSA
Complete transmission thru the NSA
Suspending your rights for the duration of the permanent war...

The recycling bin of history.

Another week with K in Florida, and therefore Me and The Kids alone. Yesterday was a bittersweet day--I made good progress on cleaning out a bookshelf scheduled for Goodwill, but in the process I had to Let Go Of My Youth. You see, I have a whole bunch of manuscripts from friends who, like me, fancied themselves playwrights or authors (well, in fairness, I fancied myself one--they still are), and yesterday I bit the bullet and threw them all out. (Sorry, Clarence! I'll still read your stuff, though...) I drew the line at throwing my own manuscripts away, but everything else went--old plots and scripts for lighting designs, programs from plays I've seen (except for No Man's Land signed by Harold Pinter himself) and performed in... but there comes a point where one just has to admit, one will never read or look at such things again, will one?

Will one?

Argh, what an idiot! How am I going to be remembered without any artifacts of myself? What will D and E pore over to gain clues about their tragically misunderstood father? Where will historians of the future be without papers for the Zachary F. Brewster-Geisz Reading Room at my alma mater?

Come back! Come back, recycling truck! All is forgiven!

As close as I get to live-blogging.

Is Mick Jagger really sounding like Porky Pig, or is it just me?

I can't get no
Satisfaction
I can't get no
Satisfaction
But I twy
And I twy
Lord I twy
Lord I twy...