My iPod is full. FULL. I have to take stuff off of it whenever I want to put new stuff on it.

Suckage!

Mostly women looking for stuff about pregancy symptoms, but then there’s one about a horse… View the image of search engine strings that brought people to this site in the past 24 hours. You’ll totally laugh.

Check your dialect with the Yankee or Dixie quiz.

I’ve been away from the Great Northwest for far too long; I’m “58% (Dixie). Barely into the Dixie category.” Which means I’m way far the hell away from the Yankee I used to be.

EarthCore is the world’s first podcast-only novel: you can’t find it in stores, you can’t download the full audio, and the only way to find out what happens is to subscribe to the podcast.

(Thanks, Buzzdoctor!)

Since most Podcasts totally suck:

BBC Podcast Trial.

Oh my, that’s ever so much better.

Shigeki (the condom-measuring guy) tagged me with a meme!

One of his recent posts was a list of what he happened to have in his backpack that day, and so many people thought it was amusing he turned it into a meme and tagged me.

So here’s my bag:

(Click the image to enlarge it.)

BAG – My bag is a cool, soft, large bag with a wide shoulder strap and Ganesh on it.
DEBIT RECEIPTS – I’ve resorted to clipping them together so I don’t lose any before I get them entered into my PPC.
CHECKBOOK – Filled with all my plastic and ID. And checks, obviously.
IPOD USB CABLE – I tend to download MP3s at work because the Internet connection is so much faster there.
IPOD COZY – I knitted this. Isn’t it cute?
IPOD – ‘Nuff said.
SMOKES – Additive-free American Spirit cigarettes and a Bic lighter.
POCKET PC – This little device contains in its 6 ounces almost my entire brain: my Contacts, Schedule, checkbook register, video games, password & code database, and between 3 and 15 full-length ebooks. My bag would be massive without this baby, because I’d be carrying an address book, Day Planner, and a stack of treeware instead. (I simply cannot live without something to read about my person. I read ebooks in restaurants, in lobbies, in pubs.)
EYEDROPS – I wear hard (gas permeable) contact lenses.
THUMB DRIVE – This is a 256MB external USB hard drive. I do keep graphics files and crap on it, but mostly I use it to move files from one non-networked machine to another. I love it because it’s small. Small technology turns me on.
CELL PHONE – This not only is small, but it makes calls and surfs the web, and it takes pictures too. Which makes me love it so, so much.
WALLET – This is basically my change purse. Right now it contains $6 in bills, some coins, and a few tokens for free drinks at The Dew Drop or Ned’s Place. There are also about six wrapped toothpicks in it right now, but I never use them and they’re getting on my nerves so I’ll probably throw them away soon.
SUNGLASSES – You know, to cut the glare.

I don’t really carry anything very interesting, do I. But I have more processing power than MULTIVAC what with the iPod, PPC, cell phone, and thumbdrive. Heh! (Not that the thumb drive has a processor.)

I’m tagging Cootera, 80, Amped, Jon, and Logan. So: What’s in your bag (or purse/murse, laptop case, or wallet)?

You know what’s cute?

My brother, J.P. Morgan, that’s what. He’s got a new job, and he has to wear a tie, and he totally sent me a picture about the whole thing.

We spent an hour on the phone last night, shooting the shit. It started like this:

Me: Hello!
Jay: Hey! You answered. I guess we’re not playing phone tag anymore.
Me: Whassup?
Jay: Well, see, there’s these things. Planets. And they’re up. They’re–
Me: –rotating around the sun!
Jay: *beat* Oh, I see you know about that already.

We are so related it’s not even funny. Our senses of humor are equally out; as in totally outside. Most people have no idea what we’re talking about half the time, but if we’re in the same room together and something funny transpires – funny by our weird standards – we always catch each other’s eye and raise an eyebrow, which is Morgan sibling code for “Did you fucking PERCEIVE THAT FUCKING SHIT RIGHT THERE?!?!?”

My brother is so funny it’s not even funny. Dude. And he’s a monster drummer, which is cool. MONSTER drummer. Rhythm is so his nasty little bitch.

And you know what else? Fun Chicken*, that’s what.

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*Fun Chicken was a machine in the Walmart and/or Hy-Vee foyer that had a stuffed mechanical parrot masquerading as a chicken inside it, and for two quarters it would lay a plastic egg with a prize inside it. We pronounced it “Funch Icken.” For like, ten years.

Normally I don’t link to others’ blog posts even when they make me chuckle, but this post is just so. fucking. funny. that I’ve actually read it three times, for real. For utter and total real!

If I was even half that funny myself I’d stay home and giggle and never go out at all because I’d just be too good for y’all.

Yesterday I noticed a one dollar bill in my wallet had a Where’s George? stamp on it. It’s travelled 32 miles per day for eleven days! How cute is that? Check out the Bill Tracking Report.

I love the Internet.