I've been listening to Pandora.com. It's sort of like Music Plasma where you enter a group, and it algorithmically find similar music to find what you like. Been listening to it for about a week now and liking it.
found me in Palm Springs for our company holiday party where we, teh internets group, won the coveted annual award for just kicking major ass this year. I guess there really is life east of the 5. I'd heard stories, but I'd mostly thought they were urban legends.
Anywho... I forget how many scary places there are as you leave the coast. We stopped at a McDonald's where a very nice, albeit toothless, lady took our order. We also passed a white pickup truck with a "Bush" sticker. You can't help but look to see who it is, as it really does take a special kind of person to still support him AND admit to it. Not to be disappointed, it was a pretty classic moment. Guy with a mullet, dirty t-shirt, and a mustache was behind the wheel. Intelligent design, my ass.
and... guess who's going to Hotlanta?
I think that'll be me. I've heard stories of kick ass clubs and if I get to go out and play, I have high expectations of so much hedonistic and outright debaucherous fun that after Pat Robertson calls for the city to feel the Baby Jesus' wrath.