I have a new gadget:
It is actually an old gadget, my having inherited Dingo’s old one, but it’s new to me. I am such a Luddite to own a miniature supercomputer.
For the first few days I played Peggle nonstop. Thankfully, I’ve gotten to a stage of the game that’s annoying, so I have a life again.
And frankly, I’m astounded by the amount of music that fits on this thing. My old, shabby iPod was full, so I mostly listened to the same playlists and Runrig albums over and over.
I’m having a good time redsicovering old favorites.
That Dog’s Retreat from the Sun was introduced to me by my friend Suwi (whom I miss desperately). They have a great cover of “Punk Rock Girl” on their earlier album That Dog, but Retreat from the Sun is a far better album: more consistent, more mature. The songs are funny and fun: when Dingo and I were in a long-distance relationship, “I’m Gonna See You” was my theme song. “Gagged and Tied” is a funny riff on BDSM. It’s an album full of garage bands, crushes, and misery, all at a beat fast enough to pogo to. You need a pair of Chuck Taylor high-tops and a witty, tiny t-shirt to listen to it.
I’m a little out of shape for tiny t-shirts at the moment.
Here’s “Gagged and Tied”:
The problem with having an iPhone is that, after about a year, when someone handed me a normal cell phone I had no idea how to use it anymore, and just stared at it as if they had handed me a dead sparrow.
So … it’s an alien mind-control device?
It very well could be! Or it implants hypnotic suggestions from Steve Jobs about other phones to keep their customers loyal and sedated.
Also: If you value free time it might be a good idea to give “Flight Control” a pass. Also, “Rolando.”