1. I saw a guy who works in the same building I do heading into the bathroom today. He was wearing ankle weights. Yes, ankle weights. Remember, I work at a technology incubator, not a Gold's Gym or anything like that.
2. I had this writer for Thrive ask me about the age-old Mac v. PC debate for an article coming out tomorrow. I told him I thought PCs were better for work-related stuff, but if compatibility and software choices didn't enter into the equation, I'd prefer a Mac because they have better and simpler media choices, and they are sexier too (yes I called a computer sexy). Then, this weekend I saw about 5 of those Mac ads with the portly, nerdy gentleman (who was wearing a tie(!) - how lame, right?!?) trying to keep up with the condescending, smug, hoodie-wearing little hipster from Dodgeball/Ed/Waiting. Trying to make people feel like they are a nerd if they own a PC and are cool if they have a Mac is something that you have to do without it looking like you are trying to do it. Why don't you just let us decide which one we like more, okay? If they are the shit like you say they are, you won't have a problem. These commercials piss me off. Therefore, I only might buy an iMac when I can afford one, instead of definitely getting one like I was planning on.
Story of my life
Searching for the right
But it keeps avoiding me
Sorrow in my soul
cause it seems that wrong
really loves my company
He's more than a man
and this is more than love
the reason that the sky is blue
But clouds are rolling in
because I'm gone again
and to him I just can't be true
and I know that he knows I'm unfaithful
and it kills him inside
to know that I am happy with some other guy
I can see him dying
I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be...
a murderer
I feel it in the air
as I'm doing my hair
preparing for another date
A kiss up on my cheek
He's here reluctantly
as if I'm gonna be out late
I say I won't be long
Just hanging with the girls
A lie I didn't have to tell
Because we both know
where I'm about to go
and we know it very well
cause I know that he knows I'm unfaithful
and it kills him inside
to know that I am happy with some other guy
I can see him dying
I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be...
a murderer
our love
His trust
I might as well take a gun and put it to his head
Get it over with
I don't wanna do this
Anymore ( anymore)
I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
And everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be...
a murderer (a murderer)
No no no
Yeah eah eah...
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