You know, every time I suspect that the Internets may be swirling in to a homogenized gray porridge of corporate sites, pay-per-use subscriptions, and left-right yelling matches, a delicious raisin of pure weirdness coated in the sweet sweet brown sugar of wonderful pointless effort bubbles to the top.
WITNESS!
I was playing this game on my walk in to work this morning. There's one house that always, every garbage day, has at least two big clear garbage bags of empty cartons of skim and 1% milk. What's going on there? Bakery? Crazy cat lady? Sinister plot to kill the lactose intolerant? Then there's the sad house that has the 14 identical nested TV-dinner trays. I feel like I should leave a basket of fresh fruits and vegetables on their stoop in the dead of night, like a baby at a nunnery. Also, I am forced to ask what conclusions others draw about me from my recycling.
Are you a gentleman between the ages of say, 27 and 35? If so, you should probably see this:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/bonniegrrl/515645459/
I've added a feed of my recently played musics from last.fm over on the right there.
I downloaded a pre-release version of Spiderman 3, but something about it doesn't seem quite right, check it out.
I am worried that I have not been paying enough attention to the issue of single cup systems in the workplace, and cartridge based solutions.
http://www.amonline.com/print/Automatic-Merchandiser/As-Specialty-Coffee-Grows--Single-cup-Follows-in-Japan/1$18769
