Enjoy the Silence

So what was that 7, 11, 162 days since my last post?

Okay well I was right the first time with 7.

Seven is a great number, and a great movie. I mean not only is it a kick ass movie with a "head in a box!" but they spell it as Se7en.

Don't complain to me that I spoiled the ending of the movie. Yes there is a head in the box, don't act shocked after all the movie has been out for 13 years.

Now this post was never intended to be about Se7en, and it's awesomeness. I mean "head in a box!"

Okay I'm rambling.

I used the fabulous internet to buy myself a new car adapter for my ipod. And the verdict is, this charger is a piece of crap. It charges my ipod just fine, it transmits the music from my ipod just fine. However there's a really high pitched tone that plays over the music non-stop. As long as it's plugged in and the radio is on the station the high pitched squeel drones on.

I'm sure they use the same kind of high pitched awfulness to torture terrorists. I can't even enjoy music anymore. I hate this, give me a good ipod car adapter or give me death.

I mean Se7en. It's a number in a word! Genius!

It's Like Surround Sound, Except Awful

The car adapter for my ipod doesn't work anymore. Well it works, it just comes through in cruddy one channel sound. It's only ideal if you enjoy what sounds like somebody playing rythm guitar under water. Since I'm addicted to playing music while I drive, I'm really mourning this loss.

I feel like those idiots in that commercial. You know that one. It's for the Hyundai or Kia or some other Korean car and the people forget where to put gas into their car. Well that actually happened to me today. Nothing makes me feel more like an idiot like circling the gas station trying to figure how the hell to get gas in my car.

I'm actually going to miss President Bush, I so enjoy blaming things on him. Today I blamed the fact that I spent 3.45 a gallon on him. I mean I love blaming everything on this man. I'm out of orange juice? Blame President Bush. The batteries in my remote died? Blame President Bush. Can't find a parking spot? Blame Bush. Then I retaliate by saying, "If Gore won, remotes wouldn't even need batteries anymore."

The Pringles I bought today tasted nasty, however... what the hell was I doing buying Pringles?

I promised myself I'd write in here today. What's it been like two months? I casually look down at my previous post and yeah it's basically been two months. I really don't own any apologies if nobody really reads this right?

Well I should drink my soda before the ice cubes melt. Maybe later I'll rant about the people that call soda "pop" I mean that's hellishly ridiculous.