Tribes, Robots, Clouds,.. and "Where the H*** are the Blogs?"

Now that I've got the iRiver set up the way I like and have a program that automatically deals with renaming files, updating the database, etc., I'm finally getting a chance to actually listen to a lot of those songs I borrowed from my ex team members. (check out RedChair Software. irivium rocks! They make versions of their software for all the major mp3 players) Now I just need to get an iSkin. The case that comes with the iRiver is very nicely made (heavy leather, high quality plastic viewing window, etc), but just *too* bulky (it's difficult to use the navigator joystick thingy with it on).

I've spent a good part of the morning listening to several "albums" from 'A Tribe Called Quest'. I like all kinds of music - from pipe organs, to country, big band/swing, jazz, rap/hip-hop, all types of pop and rock, etc.(ok, not *all* kinds, classical doesn't do much for me, opera just plain blows, and I never understood punk and death metal) .

I just do NOT understand what the fuss is/was over this band. They've got two or three basic rhythms, none of which really do anything for me, and the lead singer sounds like a lost Beastie Boy (I do however like the Beastie Boys). Oh well, at least now I know what I've been "missing".

Watched "I, Robot" last night. Overall, a very good movie. There are just *so* many holes in the story though that I wouldn't know where to start. The MV Agusta bike he rides is sweet! MV Agusta is basically a boutique builder. If ever a motorcycle I wanted, it was the original F4S. They don't make them anymore, at least not the original works of art. Speaking of a work of art... I'd gladly give up all my other bikes for the F4-1000 Tamburini. Quite possibly the sexiest beast on earth. I mean.. gold plated head bearings! Wow! The only problem is at $52,000, I'd be scared to drive it.

I had the opportunity to sit on one of these machines (I think it was a pre-production hand-built prototype) about 2 years ago. I started to drool/slober all over the tank. They made me get off of the bike, noticed the erection and told me to sit back down. I started to get back on the bike, careful not to dent the tank, and they said "No! Not on zee bike!". Bastards. Can you imagine being allowed to mount Salma or Pamela only to be told to get off of them just as you were settling in for a good ride? Argh!

Sometimes mother nature is cruel. It's Feburary, 58 degrees, but cloudy as hell and about to rain. It looks like things may be a little better tomorrow (slightly colder, but no rain).

I think I need to take a remedial grammer class. I used to write really well. I realize that I now use WAY too many parentheses. I guess it's an occupational hazard, but it does making reading a lot more difficult.

Odd, it seems that nobody is blogging this week. FeedDemon is hungry, it needs content! Feed him!