I absolutely hate the word “blog”

Turns out Apple’s call center has the best hold music I’ve ever heard to date. I suppose the pioneers of modern music media wouldn’t settle for anything less… but I might start calling on during busy times just to rock out.

On that note, I’m reminded of the time when the divorce firm I worked at fought tooth and nail with their phone company to get hold with classical music. They eventually succeeded, on the condition that they supply their own CD.

No one thought to check the disc’s content. Track three: The Wedding March. Yeah, that went over well with clients.

I feel like I’m in a Volkswagen commercial. I’m sandwiched between two other bus commuters who were previously both yammering loudly.

But they finally shut up and both started listening to music. And for the past two-ish tracks, we’ve all been subtly tapping our feet/fingers/neighbors in PERFECT TIME with each other.

Aww, Loud White Tapper just got off. Way to ruin the groove, buddy.

In other news, this post was brought to you by the new-ish WordPress iPhone app. Testing, one, two…

So this iPhone thing is pretty damn cool. But I have to say, I feel pretty damn slow on the whole “über-intuitive Apple interface” thing. Given that I’ve never owned an iPod, or even a decent MP3 player or a complicated phone, I feel pretty behind. I only even touched iTunes a few months ago, and I managed to royally screw up all libraries of all music in a few short hours.

That said, I’m damn proud of how well I’ve done so far! Apple’s pedantic but clear videos helped some, and fellow iPhone owners also weighed in with some good tips. I managed to get some great apps, like a Wikipedia button and of course Bejeweled. I’m bummed to learn that the iPod version of Peggle doesn’t work on my phone, but perhaps it will someday soon.

And OH MY GOD, I can listen to MUSIC and write EMAILS and TEXTS and NOTES and APPOINTMENTS and look up DIRECTIONS and take PICTURES, ALL WITH THE SAME DEVICE. I know this is old news for many, but it’s brand-spankin-new for me, and I friggin’ love it. I can’t get over how functional and efficient I am! Read the rest…

…for BABY! I swear to God, we were the oldest people at that show by at least a decade. Okay I exaggerate a bit, but holy hell, was that a teenybopper concert! Evidenced by the next day when I was having dinner with my roommate and her 16 year old little sister and her boyfriend, and they were like “yeah, a bunch of people from our school went to that…” Anyway, it was mad fun, but also mad YOUNG. We were, like, SOOOOO glad to find SEATS we could sit in. But it was amazingly charged and energetic, and the opening band (The Stars) had good music but HORRIBLE stage antics - it was like they’d all been severely attention-deprived as children so they were making up for it with these dreadful rock-star persona antics that would be enacted at the most inappropriate of times and in the most confusing of ways - but it was hilarious, so no complaints I guess. And Death Cab was awesome, they played all the songs we were hoping for and the show had a really fun good energy to it. Plus we had fun making fun of all the little teenyboppers. A few honorable mentions are deserved:

-To the guy with the Backwards-Flock-of-Seagulls hair: we have no idea how you did that; you defied the laws of physics. Amazing. Ugly, but amazing.
- To the only other old person, aka Nipple Lady - seriously, consider a bra. I was in physical discomfort just LOOKING at you because one glance at your torso made me feel colder than Siberia.
- To the 15-year-old boy who had the EXACT same hair as my best friend does now: creepy. Cut it. She had it first.
- To all the 15-year-old girls with the Abercrombie ultra low rise distressed five-pocket couture denim, I mean jeans, and the perfectly straightened layered hair, and the too-much-eyeliner-and-lipgloss, and yada yada (you know who you are): 1) You all look identical; 2) I NEVER looked that put-together (or trashy, or cookie-cutter) in high school; and 3) Neither did anyone else at my high school, not even the cool put-together popular kids, because it just wasn’t cool when I was a kid - man, the times they are a’changin.

Okay, so aside from analyzing teenybopper fashion, do I really have anything interesting to say today? YES but it will have to wait until after I have done some actual work. Hasta pronto, lectores imaginarios!