firefox was already about a dillion times better than internet explorer, and now version 3 is out, so if you haven’t made the switch yet, do it right the fuck now.
then make it even better with add-ons: the ad-blocker (not just pop-ups, all ads, its revolutionary), forecast fox (unobtrusive weather bar), piclens (futuristic picture viewing like minority report), and more.
a commenter (i should say, “my favouritest commenter ever”) made my list of fav songs into a handy zip file, which is like, y’know, totally rad. here’s some more of my favs, plus the rest, in a handy seeqpod (my fav new website) playlist:
(did that work? i find it works better in ie than firefox, for some reason)
music videos are a dying art, but some mighty fine death throes in 2007
i get bug nightmares (where as my brother, as some sort of entomologist probably has wet dreams about them), and this freaked the hell out of me
and then things get complex, as they are want to do
2007 was also the year i finally took some people up on their “the wire” promise, and now i’m a megafan. buy the dvds, or download them, just watch it. you live in a city in the 21st century? then yes. and the new season, woo-eee, mcnulty’s on the sauce, omar is righteously pissed, snoop is, well, snoop. feels like history in the making.
i write this post because no one responded to my call for more sharing, so at least one of you fuckers better start using del.icio.us and then add me as a friend (or digg or last.fm or whatever). or leave your username in the comments section and i will add you… god you’re so lazy, anonymous reader.
and also i write this post because i’ve discovered the perfect metaphor for social networking sites: the reverse peep hole!
“Our policy is, we’re comfortable with our bodies. You know, if someone wants to help themselves to an eyefull, well, we say, ‘Enjoy the show.’ ”
c’mon friends (ian, jeff, biggie, brian, sioned, megs, sarah, anyone?), i wanna read what you think is worth reading, listen to music you think is worth listening to, and such and such.
had we already been e-friends, you could have read excellent essays on the age of ambition (nyt op-ed), age of consumption (nyt op-ed by jared diamond, author of guns germs and steel), and age of quirk (atlantic).
good thing ol shark eyes gives a shit. the liberals should run on just reminding canadians harper earned us the fossil award, and is an utter failure when it comes to environmental policy, just like his backwards province. they should be taxing the shit out of Sunco and Syncrude. harper’s “Climate Change Technology Fund” only takes $15 per tonne, starting in 2010, while the “National Roundtable on the Environment and the Economy” said that if canada wants to meet its pledge to reduce Canadian emissions by 45 to 65 per cent by 2050, it would have to be $190 to $240 per tonne.
i wish alberta would just leave canada, and then the only window into their country was thru a hilarious reality show based on the hills… just need some dumb young spoiled kids (hard to find in calgary, i’m sure), a theme song by a “hot new indie band”, perhaps “a lesson in crime” by tokyo police club would be appropriate… coming to cbc this summer… the tar sands…
me and the roomie are awfully lazy, it has takin us about 5 months to actually set up our living room. we finally got a tv stand and a coffee table, all our frames are filled with pictures (half of them are even hung), we wired up the tv to the computer (cable is so 20th century), and we celebrated with all this fresh food we bought at the bakery and ravioli shop: bread and deli meat and ravioli and baba ganoosh and pita and wine. so we’re like totally yuppies now. but we were high for the whole thing, so i guess we’re hippies too.
yippies. just like i feared.
also, we have a lot of wiring and 12 speakers (including shower radio) and 4 screens in our tiny apartment. so we’re kinda like techno yippies. well i am at least.
euchre is also back in our life. as usual, we think we’re the shit, only to get destroyed in almost every game. we played with my brother and his girlfriend, who are now living here, so our friend count in vancouver might be up to double digits. we also played with don and his friends, where penalty shots are involved for every 5 points lost, lone hands, or euchres. penalty shots breed more penalty shots, until both bottles of sambuca and vodka are gone, and picking up chicks at the gay bar seems like a good idea. the music is better there though.
we’re off to watch the superbowl (who’s playing?) at the legion with the oldies. in unrelated news, the terrorists have won.