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BBC News Asia is running a story on Hong Kong company Artificial Life which has developed a piece of software called Virtual Girlfriend that resides on your phone. The Virtual Girlfriend becomes more attracted to you based not upon your skills but rather how much attention she receives in addition to the gifts you buy her.

So while a far cry from being true artificial intelligence, it may be tempting to examine the sociological ramifications of such a device. But that’s just egghead bullshit. The real question is how much farther do I have to slip before this seems like a good idea? Answer: not much farther. I love you, Virtual Girlfriend.

It’s not bad enough that he fucks little boys and is a living, breathing Peter Pan complex but his fans have decided to plead for his innocence on the United Fans For Michael website. Can it get worse? Absolutely. You should hear the songs they’ve recorded. I got about halfway through “Calling Michael” before the fear set in and I had to stop. I’m afraid to listen to “We know you’re innocent”.

Calling Michael

Every time when I look into your eyes
I know the allegations are nothing but lies
Together with your fans I reach out my hand
Cause I still believe, that you’re innocent

So many times in trouble and pain
So many rumors driving insane, it´s such a shame
And they can´t go on like this
Cause we need to keep the faith
Till the day I hope those lies will disappear

Every time when I look into your eyes
I know the allegations are nothing but lies
Together with your fans I reach out my hand
Cause I still believe, that you’re innocent

I’d put the rest of the lyrics but I kind of like people visiting my website. I have standards even if they are low.

The interesting tale Leta’s Burgers. Burgers served her way or get the hell out.

Motorola is sponsoring a website that showcases images taken from cell phone cameras. Some are interesting and some are just plain stupid. Of course, it makes me want to trade in my neglected cell phone for an upgrade.

Okay, has the entire world gone fucking crazy because not only is someone marketing a fully-enclosed terrorist-proof bed but some people are going to buy it. Granted it does has some compelling features as it’s both airtight (to protect you from chemical attacks) but bulletproof as well. I’d buy it but for entirely different reasons. “Hey sweetcheeks, let’s go back to my place and protect ourselves from the terrorists.”

Hardcore Gossip is a website featuring news from what’s going on in the adult entertainment industry. The content is pretty tame; featuring content on various event and birthdays of popular adult entertainment stars as well as sex-related news stories from around the web. It isn’t really that safe for work because of the banner ads in the right hand column.

You have bad taste in music! And someone is doing something about by going to the line-ups of such artists Staind, Linkin Park, and Evanescence and telling the attendees from behind a megaphone. Surprisingly they are not as angry as I thought they would be.

My only problem is that they only focus on big-ticket artists and completely fail to focus on the glut of garbage indie music out there. I would love to a variety of gigs around town or the pacific northwest and shout from my pulpit about how irony and music and not bed-mates but rather involved in some sort self-sustaining emotionally parasitic relationship. I could also lament on the loss of the pop song as well in traditional indie circles except in the fey, developmentally-stagnated indie-pop circles and also how it is okay to not like your friends band and by proxy all indie music out a geographical location (or record label). I know this because I’m my own harshest critic of the garbage I perpetually write. Like I’m gonna let some other asshole to critique me. I know my weaknesses better than any other cockass.

I’ll be the first to admit that a lot of the music I like is out of a certain geographical region but if anyone understood the amount of total garbage I have to wade through to come up with a gem I’d get a fucking medal. No one pays me to do it. I have nothing else better to do plus I’m very excitable and obsessive. Wow. There’s some real good dating qualities.

I’ve also been accused of being very insular about my taste in music but I’ve turned over a new leaf and I feel that it’s my duty to try and steer people on the right path and away from critically-acclaimed artists of questionable talent. But honestly it’s just an excuse for me to host my own dance parties and to have exclusive control over what’s being played.

I trust very few people. Even less when it comes to music. And while I may not be able to agree with him on some of the music he like, he has always provided me with an objective opinion, cuts through the bullshit and pull no punches. Not only that, he’s turned me onto a few bands. If this man tells you something is gold, it probably is. But if it’s garbage, he’ll give you at least ten good reasons why. He also has cute friends.

And to top it off, it’s fucking raining!!

Holy fuck! Is it me or is getting people to try and listen to any music I like the hugest pain in the ass. Granted it comes off as a real pushy version of adult show-and-tell, but please humour me. Even if it is for only 3.5 minutes and write something in the comments seeing as they now work again.

That being said, today’s song is the B-side to the “Home Sweet Home” single by Yuki which just came out like two days ago or so. The song is called “Air Wave” and it is fantastic and far better than the A-side. For whatever reason, it the arrangements and songwriting remind me of Matthew Sweet off his three good albums. Obviously, the vocals are quite different but I still like that breezy slide guitar prevalent throughout. Listen for yourself.

Any technical difficulties experienced today on the site have been resolved. Did anybody notice? Anyways, I’ll forgo the regular preamble and just give everybody what they really don’t want to see; an overweight Simon Le Bon.
UPDATE: Okay, the site really works now. I got an email that posting comments was all fucky but that’s been fixed. Everything should be back to normal.
UPDATE UPDATE The comments are still fucked. When you try and post one it gives a long string of sites that I have blacklisted from posting. We know the problem and it will be fixed after dinner.
UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE Okay, for real this time. The comments actually work. I even tested them myself. So get posting and make yourself heard.

Here are the results to the More poll that appeared last month. The majority of the voters wanted more naked pictorials as well as cats. I see what I can do to full both requests in one fell swoop. The rest of the votes were split amongst music reviews, confessionals, poetry, and more of these useless polls. Well, there’s already a new poll so that’s taken care of. As far as music reviews, look for that later this evening. Yes, I’m staying in on a Friday night. I have few friends and even less cash were I wanting to drown my sorrows. Speaking of sorrows, here’s a whiny, confessional haiku that takes care of the final two choices in the poll:

My supper is soup.
Maybe I’ll add some veggies
so it’s like real food.