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Friday, November 12, 2004 With a Smack of the Forehead The Electric Sheep Screensaver. The collective dreaming of computers. However, I'm too paranoid to leave my computer connected to the internet all the time. Let them eat cake. An essay pondering on the reasons why French women (as opposed to British or American women) stay slim. I don't really care so much about the blabber about dieting and losing weight, but the point about enjoying food somewhat stuck with me. I don't eat frozen meals or food out of cans. I find myself just naturally staying away from the snacks/canned food/cereal aisles at the grocery store. But I don't take two hours to enjoy lunch. Most of my meals are hit and go and I don't really pay attention to what I'm eating. I suppose I'd enjoy life more if I did take two hours off for lunch, but everyone else would think I've totally bounced off my rocker. Alien Loves Predator. Heh. A webcomic. Two horror flick villains live the life of horny geekboys in the Big Apple. Except all the girls run away from them. Speaking Tonal Languages Promotes Perfect Pitch. Interesting theory. I'm the most fluent in English although I was first exposed to Cantonese and French. I always had the impression that it was innate--or maybe it was just because I read an article somewhere in which the author just made stuff up. Until one of my former cello teachers told me I had perfect pitch, I never really thought I had the ability when I tuned anything because it seemed very automatic. Sex, Weblogging, and Power. Actually, I think a good number of people command large audiences because they pander to the baser instincts (even though that's not the primary focus). At 50, TV dinner is still cookin'. This stuff is gross but people keep eating it because it's fast. I'm thinking the TV dinner might change in the future, but definitely not the concept. I don't see society slowing down at all--unless, say, something catastrophic happens. Wal-Marts in Germany Redefine The Term 'Checkout Aisle'. Picking up dates at Wal-Mart. That's just too weird for me. Whenever I go into a store, I get what I need and get the heck out. I don't want to meet anyone. Except the bookstore. But I'm checking out books, not guys. [posted by S. Y. Affolee on 8:55 AM : ]
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