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Wired is currently running a story about the strange practice known as iPod Jacking. From what I can discern, iPod jacking is where you plug your headphones into a strangers iPod headphone jack and they reciprocate. It’s kind of an odd phenomenon to say the least. As an iPod owner myself I think I would be taken aback were that to happen to me suddenly. Then again, after the initial shock wore off and I regained my composure, I think it would be interesting to be exposed to a strangers taste in music.

Eric may be alive and well and living in Vancouver but he really needs a fucking drink.

You could call it delusional fandom but that would be giving it too much credit. Someone has taken it upon themselves to draw parallels between the death of Princess Diana and the works of Morrissey with a particular focus on The Queen Is Dead album. After going through that site a little bit I’ll never listen to the album the same way again. Ranks right up there with the Paul is dead conspiracies.

Why does everybody love Tim Barnard? Is it the sheer audacity in which he enters and wins baby name contests with names like, “Roughrider Barnard”? Yes, yes, yes! What a perfect name to bequest on one of the lucky orphans that he has taken under his wing.

Not only is Tim incredibly handsome but he is also serperbly talented having on more than one occasion beaten international chess champion Garry Kasparov at checkers and then using the money from his winnings to start the Tim Barnard Foundation For The Arts.

The Tim Barnard Foundation For The Arts is an organization that helps tetraplegic children learn to paint and sculpt with the power of thought alone. Tim will be curating the exhibition in which these as well as some of his own works will be featured.

Tim can be difficult to track down at the best of times as his commitments often take him abroad. As a consequence, he is very well travelled and can speak over 20 human languages and at least 5 animal ones. However when he does come back home it’s like he’s never left at all because even while he is gone physically his influence is very pervasive. Be it the city hall that he helped design and engineer, the city park named in his honour, or the tee-ball team he sponsors. Everywhere you go, he’s there.

I’m going to hell for posting this link featuring a website that specializes in clothing for adults with Down’s syndrome. Which reminds me, do not go and see the movie Pumpkin starring the lovely Christina Ricci. I had the misfortune of watching it Saturday afternoon while nursing a hangover. Not a good idea. My penance was watching Romy and Michele’s High School Reunion later that day.

Bad for a hangover. Good for a hangover.

A friend of mine sent me an interesting article on auteur Vincent Gallo and the author’s attempt at contacting him and setting up an interview with him. There are few notable moments in the article. For instance the time Vincent heard that a confectionary maker was going to dedicate a chocolate to him.

The woman who ran the shop, Christina Markoff, thought it might be fun to have Vincent involved in the unveiling, and so contacted the great man to see if he would like to come. Gallo responded almost immediately with a raft of demands about how the chocolate should be produced: the consistency and darkness of the cocoa powder; the design and finish of the chocolate itself; and, of course, the issue of copyright. Markoff was so scared of incurring the wrath of Gallo that she shelved her homage in confectionery and went back to making coffee creams.

Despite him being a generally cantankerous son-of-a-bitch, I still want to see, The Brown Bunny when and if it ever makes it to Vancouver.

Chocolate and peanut butter. Gin and tonic. Sonny and Cher. Some things were just meant to go together. However, upon reaching this site I realized that the words “Sexy” and “Michael Jackson” do not. Granted, he was not bad looking in his “Off The Wall” and “Thriller” days. However, he’s been looking pretty rough lately. This site itemizes his sexiness into various categories based on body parts. Such categories include, ears, eyes, and yes, apparently he has a sexy crotch too. The interesting thing is that these photos span most of his solo career up into today. So I guess someone is able to look past his obvious disfigurements and see the beautiful creature inside.

Ma-ma se, ma-ma sa, ma-ma coo sa

WTOP news reports that baby names are moving from the typical to the atypical. Whereas once the little bundles of joy would be named such names as John, Mike, or Kevin. Now names are being influenced by pop culture references.

So now it’s a trip to make-believe land – a land in which I have sired many if any children. All of whom are named after pop culture references specific to my microcosm. Here are a few names that I’ve come up with based on things that influence my everyday life or things that just so happen to be in my immediate line-of-sight at the time of this writing.

• Goldstar
• Sharpie
• Gillette
• Bolskaya
• Casio

With names like these who wouldn’t want to have children. Anyways, I’m holding an informal CONTEST. All you have to do is to come up with a better name for a child than I have. Use my names and the names in the originating article as a starting point. There is NO PRIZE but I will announce the winner in their very own post on this website. Yes, your very own post. On this website. And be crowned as reader of the month or week or whatever. Plus in my posting I will write how you are such a great person for at least a paragraph or two. So there’s no reason that everybody shouldn’t enter. So get cracking. CONTEST ends in one week.

It’s good to see that other people are also using their time productively by cataloguing instances in comic books where characters say, “Unh!”.

I’ve been using the Mach 3 razor for about 5 or 6 years now having only recently upgraded to the Mach 3 Turbo. I like the Mach 3 Turbo for all the reasons that Gillette’s marketing team wants me to. I mean, c’mon the thing has three blades. So when I heard about the Schick Quattro, I could barely contain myself. Four fucking blades! I haven’t bought one yet but I know I will. I really enjoy being marketed to, especially when it comes shaving products – something I take far too seriously. As with any new razor, I expect to give up my first and second born to aquire it. However, seeing as I’d as soon sell them into slavery, it’s an even trade.

That’s right. Four fucking blades.