18 November 2006

postulation-ary-ish-ism-esque

"i'm only happy when it rains... i'm only happy when it's complicated..."

there is a humorous so-called theory in circulation that even when you put an ipod on the random setting, it will continue to pick certain songs it tends to like more than others. living amongst geeks could have possibly made me think of this as poppycock until today. not only did my little shuffle develop affection for the garbage version of this song, but it followed up directly each time by playing the richard cheese version of the EXACT SAME THING. creepy, huh? i also have two versions of "perhaps perhaps perhaps" loaded right now and i'm waiting anxiously to see the outcome on that end. can your ipod have a personality of its own? according the the so-called theory - hell yes. love is kinda crazy with a spooky little ipod like you.

in other scooby doo, i went to see TC's production of " the pillowman" this evening. eee! quelle non-suckage! i haven't felt this freaky since i was on medication. this is reason enough for me to keep the arts in my life. who needs meds when you have culture and shit like that? i heart theatre.

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