Cool, I guess someone at NPR follows us on Twitter: tr.im/vN1u
Working from the rooftop. Couldn’t get our WiFi signal, which inspired me to do a little iPhone googling. And…wow, that was easy.
It’s nice that @__ tries to make me feel like I’m just letting her win at Wii bowling. She crushed me!
12seconds - I wonder if Live on the Levee organizers fully knew what Sonic Youth sounded like. tiny12.tv/224RG
I prefer “dos & don’ts” over “do’s & don’t’s” but I believe people should be fined & maybe jailed over the most common “do’s & don’ts”
Molina’s two put-outs (vs. successful stolen bases) or the Grand Slam vs. an out, higher win % gain?
Biggest come-from-behind? RT @cardinals_fg 5-7, 5 % to Win, Bot 8, 0 Outs, 1__, Daniel Murphy walk off pitcher Todd Wellemeyer.
Got frustrated figuring out how to release the height-adjuster on a new monitor. @joshboelter said “Dude, ROTFL” which I tried & it worked!
#shortmovie “Your house landed on the witch!” “Oh dear! I want to go home.” “Oh. Ok, put on her shoes, tap 3 times & say that.”
Fave accidental mention of the night: @_ B_MITCH don’t act like u not goin nowhere (via @_celeBRiTTany)
The iPhone version of flickr is nice & all, but something they’ve done makes it so you can’t pinch-zoom photos. That feels broken.
Watching The Wiz, which sadly is not particularly good so far. Michael Jackson’s the exception. It seems he could’ve been a fine actor.
Ate a peach so juicy it clearly held more liquid than could be contained in its volume. I suspect a wormhole.
I tweeted about St. Louis & the Cardinals & ended up getting sucked into some retweet vortex by 2 auto-RT bots for each term.
I hope Rolen gets an ovation on his return. He disliked LaRussa, not the Cardinals or St. Louis, & he gave the team a lot over the years.
Interesting that on Amazon’s Snow Leopard preorder page, 100% end up ultimately pre-ordering some version of Windows 7: tr.im/vaUY
It’s odd that older films felt the need to end a minute after the climax resolution. Or that newer films feel the need to last another 30.
Remember how we thought whistle-tips were just a fad, that they were going to go away? Well, at least I’m always up to cook breakfast now.
How do you know when you’ve licked enough frosting off the mixing spatula? You involuntarily moan “Oh, I don’t think I can eat any more.”
All right, giving up on the corkball tournament and on any thoughts I had of becoming a meteorologist.