Yay content free entries!

Put your iPod or iTunes or what ever you use to listen to MP3s on random or shuffle. Use the corresponding songs to answer the following questions. Don't reshuffle your songs just because you don't like them or because you don't want anyone to know you have Styx on your iPod.
( My results... )
I admit, I'm not sure how I feel about being lusted after by a zombie...

I've been going through iPhoto all evening, getting pictures posted, organizing, and so forth.

I have 4043 pictures, taking up over 4GB of disk space. Probably well over 3000 of these are of Leif.

My eventual goal is to take the best pictures, stick them into a PDF, upload them to Lulu, and then order printed copies for myself and as family Christmas presents. In theory, it should actually be cheaper than regular scrapbooking. I just have to actually get around to doing it.

I also need to go through and delete blurry shots, very similar shots of the same pose, and so forth.

The only problem is that this task gets more daunting with each picture we take.

I just get nervous about having all our pictures digital, even though intellectually I know that it's a lot safer than having only hardcopies. I mean, with under an hour's effort (and most of that devoted to learning how to work our DVD burner) and $10, I can send backup copies of the entire collection to multiple locations anywhere in the world. I have backups through February in multiple places already (actually, it's possible they all ended up here during the move. Must remedy that). But I'd still feel better having some printed copies anyways.

Leif fell asleep at 5:30PM today, and has basically been out since. He wasn't willing to stay awake another moment longer. I really hope that by some miracle he's able to sleep until a semi-reasonable hour. 6:30AM would be tolerable - I've been waking up around then anyways. I can always hope.

It's always weird listening to music you haven't bothered listening to in ages and suddenly having a very vivid flashback to another time listening to it. In this case, the DC Undernet Opermeet in 1999. How random. (Even stranger, I'm not 100% sure I even had this particular CD along on that trip.)

Note to self: Everclear (the band, not the alcohol, though the same applies to both) should be avoided for the rest of pregnancy (actually, probably the rest of my life). Too depressing.

I wish I had a Cranberries CD here, because today seems to be my day for listening to angry Irish music.

So I'm reading along on the friends page of someone who doesn't know me, and see a reference to Wil Wheaton's autoresponder.

This indicates 3 possibilities to me. 1. typical net wildfire memetic distribution; we both heard about his page from separate sources. 2. this person has read my entry where I mention his website. 3. secondhand knowledge - one of the people we mutually know read my entry or heard me babble about it on IRC and passed on the address. Or some other variation of one of these three.

Option 1 is really the most sensible, but it does lead me to wonder who exactly is reading this.

Not that it really matters. If I don't want random second-degree acquaintance type people reading stuff, I just won't post it publicly.

Anyways, if you're reading this, and I don't know you're reading it, or I don't know you at all, or something, feel free to email me or comment or whatever. Or not. I'm more interested in a statistical sampling than exact details about who is reading it :)

Of course, now I'm feeling guilty about reading the journals of people who are not aware that I am. Is it better to email them and possibly freak them out, or just continue being a voyeur? Would they rather know or not know? I can't even answer these questions for myself, really. There are some freaky stalker type persons who, if they are reading this, I'd really rather not know.

Caffeine at night sucks, btw. My stomach is hyperly bouncing around, while the rest of me feels sleepy. At least my heart has stopped beating overly fast.

My upstairs neighbors seem to also be randomly bouncing around. I swear, I've never heard people who walk so loudly.

Is it just my imagination, or does the end of Shoebox (on Born on a Pirate Ship, by BNL) sound a whole lot like Camera One by the Josh Joplin Group? I haven't heard the latter recently enough to be certain.

Must sleep. It would be bad to be overly tired tomorrow.

I really want to write up the thoughts about phonics vs. holistic teaching methods that I had while walking home. That's so much more interesting than sleep, but sleep is really more necessary at this point. Hopefully by writing this here, I'll remember to write it later.