The things in my head:
Is everyone watching American Idol? Right now? Do you hate the Jonas Bros. as much as I do?
Or do you love them as much as The Princess does?
Seal did not sound as good as I have heard before. But that song that he did was a favorite.
Just a few of the things going ’round and ’round in my head.
I was writing about the Apple Ipod here, what do you think about it?
Namaste.
Both MLW and The Princess have Ipods. MlW has the Shuffle, and The Princess has a Nano.
Both of them love me dearly, and don’t want me to feel left out, so they are trying to convince me to buy my own Ipod.
You see, I have an hours commute both ways to and from work. And hour there, and hour back. Two hours worth of driving, and the radio stations are enough to make me want to gouge my eyeballs out on a good day. I am also not sold as of yet on Sirius, though I have friends who love it.
More on that later.
I am on the fence with the whole Ipod thing. But I like to jump around too much in my tastes. What I want to listen to now, may not be what I want to listen to later. And then there is the whole backing up of the music that you bought in that one chance your hard drive on your computer dies. Then were are you? With nothing.
And I bought a smokin’ cd player for the truck last summer. It has a Ipod dock, but….
So you see my dilemma.
What do you think? For those of you who have Ipods, let me know the bennies. For those of you who think that it is a waste of money, chime in and appeal to the cheap bastard that resides in my wallet.
Namaste.
I am a piece of work.
By my own admission. Given the chance, I would have my hair down to my ass with a beard to match. Unfortunately work gets in the way. It is rather difficult running a cash register when you have to keep tossing your beard over your shoulder.
And not everyone is understanding when they come across a long hair in their freshly ground hamburger.
Which is another question. After 28 years in retail food, I still don’t know why they call ground beef “hamburger”, or “hamburg”. There is no pork in it. It is only beef.
Whatever.
Driving up to the school the other night to pick up The Princess from her last volleyball game, I whipped the truck into a parking place and sat back to watch the parents. You have the Mom’s with their cutesy cars who are always talking on their phones. You have the Mom’s with their vans who are always staring off into space. And you have the Dad’s with their humungoid vehicles that could be used for world dominiation.
And then you have my faded red 12 year old Toyota with a stereo that is worth more than the truck. Blasting out Linkin Park.
Not many of the parents talk to me.
I think that I like it like that.
Namaste.
