From the random files:
I'm endlessly boggled (not really, there's a visible end to my bogglitude) by the concept of ther "Party Shuffle" playlist feature of the new iTunes. I'm actually too boggled to try and play with it enough to figure it out.
It doesn't know what type of party I'm having, or what kind of music I want to play at my party. As a matter of fact, how did it even know I was HAVING a party? Because I'm not. I blame it on not having a good party shuffle playlist set up.
At the moment, all I really know is that it makes music happen, and makes me want to a hilarious, but non-existant dance called "The Party Shuffle" and frankly, that's much less boggle-riffic.
From the Not-so-Random Files.
On Monday I will rejoin the herd of the unemployed. At least I will also be out of town. Tomorrow's the last day, and I intend to pimp myself arounf to people about upcoming projects and things going on in other place (more accurately, continue to do so, with more ferver). Then Saturday is the first day of the new class, followed by a drive to Ontario airport and a red-eye to NY for the 4th, then I'll arrive back in LA on Wednesday night, when I will commence the occupational concern.
From the Hilariously True Files:
My brother called me at 5:00pm-ish today on my cell phone, telling me it was 2:00am-ish in Amsterdam. He has a wedding there, then we'll meet up in NY on Sunday.
So, he's alone in Amsterdam and freaked out because he was bored at 2am and went down to the Red Light District and was shocked to discover that all the hash-bars and sex shows close at 1 on weekdays, and was boggled (it runs in the family) by the offers from the so-called "Herd" of prostitutes in storefront display cases, and their haggling skills.
I told him I figured he could probably still find some pot somewhere, and he then told me he paid a "sketchy looking" drug dealer 20 euros for what was apparantly a plastic bag full of field grass. Hilarious, my brother was a stupid American tourist. Sucker.
-From the Secret Files of Shelby Woo:
Sucker. That show's for babies.
Dave
I'm endlessly boggled (not really, there's a visible end to my bogglitude) by the concept of ther "Party Shuffle" playlist feature of the new iTunes. I'm actually too boggled to try and play with it enough to figure it out.
It doesn't know what type of party I'm having, or what kind of music I want to play at my party. As a matter of fact, how did it even know I was HAVING a party? Because I'm not. I blame it on not having a good party shuffle playlist set up.
At the moment, all I really know is that it makes music happen, and makes me want to a hilarious, but non-existant dance called "The Party Shuffle" and frankly, that's much less boggle-riffic.
From the Not-so-Random Files.
On Monday I will rejoin the herd of the unemployed. At least I will also be out of town. Tomorrow's the last day, and I intend to pimp myself arounf to people about upcoming projects and things going on in other place (more accurately, continue to do so, with more ferver). Then Saturday is the first day of the new class, followed by a drive to Ontario airport and a red-eye to NY for the 4th, then I'll arrive back in LA on Wednesday night, when I will commence the occupational concern.
From the Hilariously True Files:
My brother called me at 5:00pm-ish today on my cell phone, telling me it was 2:00am-ish in Amsterdam. He has a wedding there, then we'll meet up in NY on Sunday.
So, he's alone in Amsterdam and freaked out because he was bored at 2am and went down to the Red Light District and was shocked to discover that all the hash-bars and sex shows close at 1 on weekdays, and was boggled (it runs in the family) by the offers from the so-called "Herd" of prostitutes in storefront display cases, and their haggling skills.
I told him I figured he could probably still find some pot somewhere, and he then told me he paid a "sketchy looking" drug dealer 20 euros for what was apparantly a plastic bag full of field grass. Hilarious, my brother was a stupid American tourist. Sucker.
-From the Secret Files of Shelby Woo:
Sucker. That show's for babies.
Dave
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in ny?
i just want to see you when you're around.
xo