Moving right along, I'm in the process of trying to get "Google Music Beta" or whatever it's called (Danielle promises me the internal project name was much cooler) up and running. I got a perhaps not 100% legitimate invite that apparently was only supposed to go to family members of the people who worked on the thing, not family members of random Google engineers, but nonetheless my foot is wedged firmly in the door and I don't plan to remove it until it has been bludgeoned to a bloody pulp from their repeated efforts to slam the door force me to yield. The basic premise of the service is "We are Google and this is how we roll. Why don't you put 20,000 songs in the cloud and let us let you stream them from any device with an internet connection. This way you won't have to give apple $500 every two years and we will be one step closer to complete world domination." Given that my stance has and always will be that iTunes is one of the worst pieces of software ever developed (seriously, it's got to be up there with the dot net framework in terms of pure processor crushing ability, obfuscation, and seemingly simple commands that simply don't fucking do anything...synch! What happened? Nothing. Where is my shit? Here? There? On the phone? In a hidden folder? I don't like Microsoft either, but they've finally got one thing right, even if it's 5 years late. TO THE FUCKING CLOUD!!!!) I plan to adopt this paradigm as quickly as humanly possible. To the writers of Pandora I also say...tough cookies.
I was going to write some more stuff about how MikeL owned my face today like 14 times in a row, or about how apparently now I am into rap and lady gaga, but instead I guess I'm going to try to go finish staining the planter box for our transplanted rose bushes. Oh wait, one thing...I bowled a 182 last night because I am awesome. Seriously 137/157/182 La Peste said I might be the best "straight ball" bowler he's ever seen, which is sort of like saying I'm the smartest Baldwin brother or the Pirate's ace, but whatever. In all eight of us came out for bowling and Hypperprank and the Big Potato couldn't even make it. Kangster still owns pop-a-shot but my skills are improving.
TO THE CLOUD!