Pseudo-Pod

Less than 24 hours ago, I bought a fake I-Pod. And frankly? I have no idea how I've been functioning in civilized society without one all these years. Of course it's supposed to hold 1000 songs, and I choked it with 243 songs because of some "technical difficulties" in downloading. Because I was "left to my own devices" (pun intended) while attempting to download music from my seven year old computer to my pseudo-Pod (trademark pending) with no direction at all from the family tech guy. Hopefully that tech guy will do something about this situation after the YSU - OSU game today.

But here's the cool part I didn't understand: the isolation. You can just ignore the world, as well as any moran in your vicinity, while you're plugged in and going about your business. And while you're in your personal autonomous think tank? Songs that you love with your whole soul are being injected directly into your central nervous system. As loud as you want. While you live your life. While you fold laundry. While you tinkle. While you get dressed. While you stroll around in your life. While you tune out the rest of the planet.

How cool is that?

Projekt

Overheard Projekt Revolution Weekend 2007:
Recorded faithfully August 16-19:

Upon arriving in C'bus...
Me: Well, I'm here. Let's drink.
Roomate #1: How come my mom never says that to me?
D: I don't know, Mom...did you mother ever say that to you?
Me: No. But Pa did.

In the car driving to the Arena District...
Me: Did you know horses are herd animals?
D: Yeah. I knew that.
Me: Do you know what you are if you're not a herd animal?
D: Uhhh. No. What?
Me: A predator.
D: Well what about wolves and lions? They're both predators and herd animals.
Me: Well now you're just making sh*t up.

At Ted's American Grill...
Darling Young Waitress: Do you want more Coke?
D: Yeah, I'll have another one, thanks.
Me: Are you sure, baby? The movie starts in fifteen minutes.
D: Mom, I'm going to be 22. *rolls eyes*
DYW: What movie?
Me: Harry Potter.
DYW: Oh, you'll love it! I'll be right back with that Coke.
Me: You better bring me another beer.
D: Dear Lord...I'm almost 22, I'm on my way to see Harry Potter with my mother and she's calling me baby in public and limiting the amount of pop I'm allowed to have before the movie.

While getting ready to leave for the concert...
Me: Well we're off to do some head-banging.
Roomate #2: Watch out for the mosh pit.

Leaving the concert...
D: I just don't know how Linkin Park could have been any better.
Me: I do. If they started over right now and played the whole frickin thing again.

Driving back to Hooterville at 1AM, after a huge traffic snarl, with me still half baked and both of us exhausted...
D: This turnpike is so boring, it's like the same stretch of road over and over. It makes it tough to get any sleep while you're driving, ya know?
Me: I know baby.

At the first annual Put In Bay party at best freind's house, I realize I have a missed call. D has left the party to get a card game together in our garage...
Me: D?
D: Yeah.
Me: Did you call me?
D: Yeah. But never mind now. I went down to Dairy Mart and got beer.
Me: I'm confused. Why did you call me?
D: To tell you we didn't have any beer in the house.
Me: I might be half in the bag myself, but I'm failing to see how that could possibly be my problem.
D: Yeah. I realized that after I called. That's why I didn't leave a message.

Good times.