The World of Stuff .com

The local news: it sucks pretty bad

One thing I’ve noticed about spending a lot of time on the computer is that it’s very easy for me to pump music into my ears for extended periods. How do people tolerate this? I’m sure it’s okay in moderation (everything is, as they say, but I think that knife wounds to the heart are an exception), but in the age of the iPod, it’s easier than ever for people to live in their wide(?) world of tunes day in and day out. How many of us Generation Y kids are going to be hard of hearing in twenty or thirty years. Too many, I say. But you know, by then they’ll probably have found a cure for hearing loss or something. If you watch the tail end of your local news program, you’ll learn that scientists(?) are making weight-loss pills and finding cures for things every day.

My sister got back from the church youth group trip today. They went snorkeling in the Florida Keys. I talked to some of the other people, and they all said they had fun, in spite of all the mosquitoes and sunburns. I don’t really regret staying here because I didn’t want to be like the youth group members who only go to the fun activities and not all the regular meetings. Actually, I don’t know if there are any of those types anymore, but there used to be a few.

I saw The Rocky Horror Picture Show the other day. It was good, and the songs were fun, but I wouldn’t watch it every week for 30 years.

This is what happens when nobody Asks Jordon for a long time:

Brian: Pelicans?

Pelicans!

I love the Internet. Now it’s easier than ever to make a complete idiot out of… well, a complete idiot. And America’s Next Top Idiot is Senator Ted Stevens (R-AK), whose poor understanding of the Internet showed last month when he said the following:

(Wikipedia has more.) Now, what better way to make fun of someone than put his statements to a techno beat? Check it out.

What would it be like to read your own obituary? Over the years, it has happened to a few people whose deaths were reported erroneously. Mark Twain put it best when he famously said, “The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated.” Here’s a long list of premature obituaries.

One year ago: “I should save that letter. It’s the last I’m ever going to get from Harvard.”
Two years ago: “Maybe next month I’ll have a reader survey. (If there’s more than one of you, that is.)”