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inspect her gadget
08/06/2006 = 11:00 AM

I love putting a dirty-sounding title on a post with clean content. I imagine myself stimulating imagination and debate. I feel like I'm contributing to society.

I feel like I'm messing with the masses.

Heh.

I just got paid (not "promised" payments, but actual deposits into my Paypal account) fifteen dollars for writing two posts for http://www.payperpost.com. I don't care if I am a big ol' sellout. PayPerPost says, "You're writing anyway, and we are willing to hook you up." I like that. Fifteen dollars isn't going to pay off my mortgage, but it's fifteen dollars more than I earned from writing in here last year. And fifteen dollars would get me a gold membership on Diaryland if I wanted to go back there and be ignored some more when I need tech support, which I don’t. Think I’ll just buy me something pretty instead.

The Pampered Chef Party is almost under way. My biggest problem right now is that Amy's website is still not set up, so no one can order anything online and this catalog is only valid through the end of August. If I can't help Amy get up and running soon, I'll give those of you who want to order stuff her email address, but she's in Maine this weekend.

On the upside, I am having male strippers. Those seem to be working just fine.

I got nothing. As in: No. Thing.

The only amusing item this week was the fact that the other day, I finally got up from my desk, for my lunch break, and decided I'd go to the Ladies' first, since I'd been sucking down coffee and energy beverages fizzy-lifting drinks all morning and it was high time to make a return.

On the way back from the Ladies', I ran into my boss, we started talking about a few things, I went back to my desk with a couple of spreadsheets from him, I got those squared away, took a few phone calls and answered a few emails in the meantime, followed up and finished that stuff ...

...

... All I know is that, from the time I decided to take my break and the time I actually got said break, I had to go back and pee again.

And yes, I did have soup for lunch, because if you're going to be The Walking Bladder™, you have to apply yourself.

Don't think I'm not grateful. Everything's in working order and, by golly, I didn't have to change my tribal name to Dances in Puddles.

But anyway, I'm rolling my own meme, 'cos of not having anything else to talk about. This is based very loosely on a writing prompt by Michael Martone.

1. Google™ or Blingo a device or gadget of your choice. Review articles and information particularly focusing on the social and historical elements motivating its invention.
2. Now think of something, either introspective, funny, nostalgic, meaningful, whatever, to you, that having this information reminds you of, and write your perspective.

How to pass on this meme: just do it and invite others to help themselves if they are so inclined.

How not to pass on this meme: don't tag anyone who doesn't actually like being tagged.

From Toasters to Thoughts: The Gadget Meme

The iPod is a brand of portable media players designed and marketed by Apple Computer. Devices in the iPod family are designed around a central scroll wheel (except for the iPod shuffle) and provide a simple user interface. The full-sized model stores media on a built-in hard drive, while the smaller iPod nano and iPod shuffle use flash memory. Like many digital audio players, iPods can serve as external data storage devices when connected to a computer.

As of July 2006, the lineup consists of the 5th generation iPod, with a video player; the iPod nano, with a color screen; and the iPod shuffle. All three models were released in 2005. Discontinued versions include two generations of the iPod mini and four generations of the full-sized iPod, all of which had monochrome screens (except for the iPod photo).

— Wikipedia

And now: My Prayer of Thanksgiving.

Heavenly Lowered, I thank Thee for my iPod, even if it is one of the second-generation Minis. I love it and have neither need nor desire to upgrade.

I Thank Thee for giving me music to comfort me, to inspire me, to enlighten me, and, most importantly, to make me shake my groove thang or do Travolta Arms (or Roxbury Guys Head) at inappropriate times.

Bless my Mini, and bless Dixie for bestowing its sweet tiny pink wonderfulness upon me, and bless Mel for giving me its most holy little Coach iPod cozy to keep it warm and safe. (The coordinating pink heart charm was a nice bonus too, Lowered.)

I thank Thee for these and all of Thy blessings, and pray only for the time to be left alone to listen to all four gigs of music and spoken-word files upon my precious iPod.

And a little longer battery life wouldn't hurt either.

I also thank Thee for not bestowing upon me the sixty gig model of my original desire, because not only do I not have time to listen to everything that would fill one of those, I don't have time to fill one.

Amen.

New podcast up. I have done away with the cheesy sound-effects. Please give me another chance.

http://golfwidow.podomatic.com

Also, if you open your iTunes music store and do a search for Golf Widow (or brain confetti), my 'cast comes up. You could write a review.

So far, I've only got one review, but it's five stars.

And no, I didn't write it, so shut up. (Bud wrote it. Roman numeral one, less than three, Bud.)

Tags: Pampered Chef, meme, podcast

drinking: iced coffee
listening to: Triumph, Spellbound
side dish of the day: spinach with garlic and mushrooms