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If they only knew how much I suck at this

And it’s not getting any better

Thursday Jul 24, 2008

Okay so it’s pretty obvious that I’m new to this whole Vista thing (I miss and used to LOVE XP). I’m trying to get this project done and I’m spending more time looking through folders trying to find files that I saved than I am doing the actual work. Is it really necessary to have a “Downloads”, “Documents”, “Pictures”, and all of these other folders? Why not just a “My Documents” like previous Windows versions?? Stupid lack of Windows orginizational skills, I feel like I’m trying to arrange my dorm room.

You would think it would just be easy for me to tell my boss that this PC is a hunk of crap and I would like to downgrade to XP, but then he’ll probably find out that I’ve been looking at pictures of that hot pole vaulter from Cal every fifteen minutes and fire me. Allison Stokke.

In other news, I better not get too hungover for the Gnarls Barkley, Youssou N’Dour, and Deerhoof at Hollywood Bowl on Sunday. Who remembers this Cee-Lo video before he and Danger Mouse? He’s on some other ish.

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Band Names (Convo With My Buddy Josh On Our Porch Last Night)

Monday May 5, 2008

In my experience with modern music, I have come across some pretty amazing band names. Five For Fighting, Wu Tang Clan and TV on the Radio are great. Bands like these have great names, and they are very open about where their names come from. But there are some bands that I just have no idea what the deal is.

For example: Ben Fold’s Five. There are three of them. Or, is it a typo and “Fold’s” should not be the possessive apostrophe s, and should be the verb “folds” as in “to fold”. Was he playing a poker game, and folded? Or, was he making his and 4 other roommates’ beds and thus was folding five sheets? Huh? Either way, Mr. Folds, if you’re out there, you owe us an explanation.

Bowling For Soup? I mean, that’s just silly. Unless you’re hungry or have a cold, you should really be bowling for money; or at least a big trophy.

Barenaked Ladies. Well, I bought a ticket and, um… was very disappointed.