In other news, I’m still alive.
... that two people were instrumental in my joining Twitter. First, Isha . She sent out an article on it when the application was still brand new. (And I remember thinking, "Screw that noise. Like I need more online commitments.) Second was Rebecca . She joined up just a short while ago, claiming she hadn't met a bandwidth she didn't like . (And then she disappeared entirely from the internets .) It looked nice and pretty over there on her sidebar, and then I got a little jealous. The rest: history. And for those unobservant among you ( Jorge ), the Twitter feed is right there on my sidebar, replacing the old Radio 3 player that I loved, but that I think scared the bejezus out of a lot of people. Also, everyone should join Twitter. I'm needing some diversions , people.
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My MP3 player also has a seeming pattern to its 'random' selections. I can basically predict what songs are going to come next. And the guy who wrote the random programming for mine apparently loves Montell Jordan's "This is How We Do It" and anything by Rascal Flatts.
The radio station I listen to is like that - on weekends, they seem to have an Elton John-Billy Joel lovefest goin' on. Not an hour passes when I'm not treated to the sounds of "Rocket Man" or "Piano Man".
Given that over a third of the songs on my iPod are Rufus Wainwright, he turns up pretty frequently.
When you speak about the randomizer on your iPod, it's called algorhythm.
Sheesh.
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That's what's playing on my iPod right now. Yes, I do realize that it's 3:45 am where I come from and I really should be sleeping.