There is a glob of time called the past, a glob of time called the future, and I’m walking on the sidewalk of now. At some point in the glob of past, I started listening to Pandora radio on my computer. It has introduced me to some excellent new bands. As I spend many waking hours with some sort of music on in the background, it’s nice to change the source every now and then.
Today, I had my usual cup of coffee with breakfast. I started on the travel mug ‘o coffee goodness while waiting in the typical traffic jam. I had a local radio station on which was playing the typical good music. We inched forward. More good music. And onward. Until this one seriously annoying, way overplayed song came on.
I grumped. I sipped coffee. And still the drum machine and auto-tuned music came through my speakers. I realized I was super annoyed because I’d told Pandora, probably repeatedly, that I hated this band, that I didn’t want to hear this song, and my pre-coffee-saturated brain blamed the local radio station for not respecting my mouse click. One day soon, I know it’s coming, you’ll be able to connect your favorite real-life radio station with Pandora with your iPod. It’ll probably just be easier to insert a USB port into your arm. Hmmm. My pre-coffee thoughts are a bit disturbing today.
Moral of today’s story: tires belong on cars. They should not fly off and hit the windshield of the car behind you during rush hour. I saw the aftermath: folks were looking somewhat stunned and the car was looking a little tippy.
An Erinku:
stripey socks
under boring pants
layers
I dress in sarcastic layers
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