Wedding Slideshow Tunes

Nam left for Thailand today, mostly to get things in line for the wedding. I hate coming home to a cold, empty house, so I’ve put myself to work choosing music for slideshows/videos to be shown during the wedding. I went upstairs and dug out most of my CDs and am now sorting through them – it’s been years since I’ve been through some of these binders and cartons. It’s fun, though. I’m sure it will turn out really well, too. I’m in perfectionist mode, so this might take a while.

Speaking of del.icio.us…

What’s up with this error message I’ve been getting all day?
“del.icio.us is down for maintenance. we’ll be back in one hour.”
One hour? Why so specific? Especially if it’s obviously not true? Maybe I’m being tough on them, but this has never happened before.
I just remembered why I’m so irritated at Yahoo… It was that whole turning over private information that led to one of their users in China being jailed thing. They can try and justify that by saying that’s the price of doing business, but that makes them no less responsible or morally lacking. Hmm… Back to Furl?

Reader response 12/15/2005

A recent comment from an entry on my moblog:
“I HAVE BEEN BUYING YOUR WOODPECKER CIDER FOR MANY YEARS AND RECENTLY GOT MY BOYFRIEND TO ENJOY IT WITH ME AS HE DOSENT NORMALLY LIKE CIDER BUT ENJOYS YOURS VERY MUCH!!UNTIL TODAY WHEN I BOUGHT A BOTTLE OF YOUR WOODPECKER CIDER 2 LITRES WHEN I POURED HIM A GLASS AND A HUGE FLY CAME OUT OF THE BOTTLE!!!WE WERE VERY DISSAPPOINTED AT THIS AS WE REALLY ENJOY YOUR CIDER.” – DEBORAH CLARKE
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Deborah,
That isn’t a bug, it’s a feature. PLUS, COULD YOU PLEASE STOP SHOUTING IN HERE!!HURTS MY EARS.

hootyl.icio.us

How much did Yahoo pay for your del.icio.us bookmarks?
Here is a good answer, if not a very specific one: LINK
Yahoo now owns both my photo archiving account (flickr) and bookmarking (del.icio.us) account. Google owns my main webmail account (gmail). In the future, companies will buy and trade your everything. Maybe that’s just evolution… For now though, I have a fuzzy ball of lint in my pocket that I rub when I’m nervous or stressed out, and it’s ALL FUCKING MINE, BABY!

Gyoza and Beer

It occurs to me that I haven’t gone on a manly-man food binge for a while. Manly-man food. You know, the kind you eat straight from the pan. The kind that smears on your shirt cuz you can’t be bothered to use a napkin. The kind that makes for good belching sessions, preferably in direct competition with other manly-men.
The epitome of a manly-man meal in Japan is two orders of gyoza and a draft beer at Osho. Osho is a nationwide chain of Chinese-ish greasy spoons, famous for their gyoza. In all truth, their food is strictly average at best, but their gyoza might rate a 7.5/10 stars at a really good branch, which is more than adequate for the 2 in the morning, after-a-long-night type of situation for which manly-man food was presumably created.
If you walk into an Osho, sit at the counter, ignore the baby cockroaches and the sticky floor, and order biru to yakigyoza nininmae, everyone will know you are a fucking man. The cooks will gladly fill your manly order. Bitches will bask in your radiating man-osity. )Obviously, I haven’t done this in a while, because now I’m fantasizing about it.)
Nam is going back to Thailand for a month this Thursday, and I’ll be spending the holidays with my bro and assorted homies. I’m sure somebody will help me remedy my currently gyoza/beer deficient lifestyle.