FriendFeed vs Flock

I must be behind the times, because even though I had heard of FriendFeed, I only just checked it out. Now, I know a lot of people have suggested using this, but doesn’t Flock respond to this need in a much simpler fashion?

70,000 to see 1 Man. . . Amazing

How amazing is it that 70-some-odd-thousand people went to see one man tonight? They traveled thousands of miles, paid untold amounts of money to get there, and then waited for hours – potentially days – on end. . . all to see one man. When Chris Matthews says, “To hell with my critics, he inspires me,” I’m right there with him. When else has something like this happened? And, when will be the next time?

Bad Day

So, I wasn’t yelled at, but I was berated for a long time today and had to keep my mouth shut and take it. Then, I picked the worst possible way to get back to work, so instead of being out for maybe 2 hours, it turned into nearly 4. Then, we had a birthday, and I missed the festivities. Plus, there was a little party for someone, who was promoted to corporate, and while I did stay too long there as it was, it would have put me behind schedule regardless, so I ended up putting in a lot of extra time at work, and to top it all off, I’m quite a bit over budget this month and lost a bunch of money. Am I complaining? Yes, today sucked. Luckily, I like this song.

Poor Fit

I just left an audition for a band and came away thinking again about the importance of fit.  I’d have to go back to play with the whole band (this time was just with the band leader), but I’m doubting that I could continue.  The guy has some guitar skills, but is kind of bossy and made a couple major mistakes that made me worry I would be lead by someone, who knows less than me about music and is too proud to admit that if we ever butted heads.  Another thing that threw me off was that he was more concerned with the “sound” of my guitar than how I played it.  I don’t know; maybe, I’m just more laid back, but I would’ve told someone that, as long as our styles worked, the sounds of the guitars and amps could be adjusted later.  I tried to get that across to him, but I don’t think I got through.

Anyhoo, my major concern is not so much how good either of us plays, but rather if our personalities fit, and at first indication, they probably don’t.  As in any situation, I’m willing to give it another go just to find out, but my instincts say that I’ll be moving on.

Body Image

On the way to work today, I heard Janice Dickinson on the Adam Corolla show talking about some modeling show she runs (Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency maybe?).  At one point, she was apparently asked to do a modeling show for plus size models, and she said she seriously couldn’t make it through one day of auditions because she feels she can’t represent fat people.  I don’t blame her.  At the age of 52, she made a point that she was on a morning radio show and had already been to the gym that day, and to her, that seemed to be the difference between the waifish girls you see on America’s Next Top Model and those you see on the top floor of Sak’s.  Her suggestion, thin girls work out; other girls don’t.  Obviously, it’s not an adequate explanation.

Regardless, her comments got me thinking.  For the most part, who complains most about female body image?  Women, right?  And, for the most part, who watches things like America’s Next Top Model?  Women, right?  I don’t know if there’s necessarily any correlation, but it just seems to me that you shouldn’t bitch about rail thin models perpetuating an unhealthy image of beauty if you’re going to turn around and then support it by watching shows with those women on them.  If you didn’t support these negative images of beauty, Janice Dickinson wouldn’t have a show and wouldn’t be on the radio talking about it.

I don’t know.  Like I said, there may be no correlation, but this is what Janice Dickinson brought to mind.

Optical Illusion. . . #3?

This should please some of my readers.  An interesting optical illusion from our friends at Ikea. . . or so it would seem.

Where is Bob?

Came across this today.  Laughed my ass off.