pocketsnacks

I recently become one of the sheeple who got his hands on an iPhone.
Within a day or two I was searching for interesting apps, and I Googled “trippy iPhone apps” and the main thing that came up were a few links for RjDj.
It is trippy and it is great and is one of the most inventive uses of the huge waste of time in my pocket that is the iPhone.
I’m not sure I can even describe it very good, but essentially what it does is, using your earbuds w/ the mic on it, it takes in sounds from your surrounding area, and remixes it.
It’s delays it, loops it, pitch bends it, and more.
There are multiple “albums” that all do different things to the sounds.

Personally, I love it. I think it is fun as hell, but it seems to fall into to camps with different people. Some people really dig it, and some people throw off the earbuds in an instant because it just freaks them out. They think it is what “crazy” people must hear.

Whatever. Those people are living in some booring comfy world. Screw em.

Anyhow, if you have an iPhone, at the very least, install the free version.

This evening I took a bus to go and see the “Australian Pink Floyd” at the Fillmore (easily one of my favorite music venues anywhere) but much to my dismay, it was sold out by the time I got there.
I stood around with a bunch of other sad sacks trying to score a ticket. Most guys did, a few resorting to paying an ass load from some scalpers. But not me. After some time, I gave up and hopped back on a bus and headed home.

I got off near union square and stopped and listened to some band on the corner. They were kinda jammy but pretty good.

After it all I ended up buying some new Godzilla slippers.
New? Yeah well I have had another pair for almost, cripes, 15 years? I have worn the hell out of them, mainly at parties, while wearing a whole lizard costume (which everyone assumes is a dinosaur costume). The new ones aren’t as cool, but I had to get them because as I have discovered, these things don’t come around often!

This is sad and nerdy. But fun.

So… much to the probable dismay from Mister Jason over at Braintoast, I have, for the time being, opted to slap on a Word Press template. I can probably come up with something better (that is debatable), but it will take me a while and I’d rather get some things rolling on here now, and I am less likely to do that if the whole thing is still sitting in that default word press theme.

So we’ll see what happens here now. Possibly some mobile posting. More than likely mostly pointless posts that will interest mainly me. But that really is the main purpose of blogs really isn’t it? I mean, obviously there is a thought that it would be nice to have some readers and like minded opinions, but really it is a place to verbally wank off about some weird video, or app, or something odd seen on the way to work.

Anyhow. Here is to trying once more to keep this thing active and alive.

So this is just a little test to see what posting is like via the iPhone.

after years of bitching about them and avoiding them and being somewhat of a luddite about them, i finally gave in the intense, mounting peer pressure and got myself a cell fone.
pretty fuckin’ wild huh?

yeah. not really.
it is not proving that exciting though because i get zero reception in my apartment.
none.
not even enough to call someone and come out sounding like a cheap robot underwater.
but whatever. it has all these special extra features that are pretty helpful.

it does my taxes.
when i talk into it, it tells me if i need to brush my teeth.
it counts calories and helps me avoid carbs.
and it keeps my pocket warm on breezy winter nights.

the future rules!

back in the 80’s i really wanted a men without hats t-shirt but was never able to find one. i’m sure i would have impressed everyone in my junior high if i had such a shirt and wore it. i did find a small button with the mwh logo on it at a weird little rock & roll collectables type shop in manhattan, somewhere on west 8th street. but that was already into the early 90’s - i was in college, and well, i couldn’t go around college in the 90’s wearing an oversized suit coat with various buttons on the lapel now could i?

so believe it or not, men without hats are still around (sort of) and still making music. so i bought their latest cd and a t-shirt featuring the latest rendidtion of their logo, from their website. in an ironic twist, i now wear a bowler hat quite often. when both the hat and the t-shirt are worn at the same time, they effectivly cancel each other out, ripping a small hole in the fabric of space and time, simply causing me to implode for a brief period of time!

so i seem to have this re-occurring dream.
well, it is only one “thing” that has happened in a bunch of my dreams, not a whole dream re-occurring.
it goes like this…
i am chewing on something - most recently it was gum - and at some point i encounter someone and wish to talk to them, but when i open my mouth, i find it is full of whatever i am chewing. full to the point where i can’t just spit it out, but have to reach in my mouth and yank out a hunk, and toss it away. however, that doesn’t do the trick. my mouth is still full and i cannot talk and it almost seems as if what i am chewing on is almost back to its original size.
kinda weird huh?
sometimes i yank and rip and yank and get enough out that i can spit it out and can talk, but it often takes a while and is very frustrating.
it almost always seems like there is far more in my mouth that what should be there.

now if i could only train myself to know that when that happens, i am dreaming!

the future starts in just a few moments. please stand by.