.: 12″ Powerbook equipped with:
.: iPod 20GB w/Click Wheel (that’s right, I have the 4th generation iPod) with free personalization
.: iPod w/Click Wheel Dock
Lunch break, browsing through the local paper (San Jose Mercury) and found two articles that piqued my interest:
Google sets share price range of $108 to $135 and Latest version of Musicmatch is a worthy iTunes competitor.
First, “Bourne Supremacy” kicked the crap outta “Catwoman” opening with $50M while Catwoman only coughed up $17M.
Second, I think it’s a little inflated if Google plans on selling it’s IPO for $120 per share. Yes, rant and rave, Google is the greatest search engine created by man. Blah-blah-blah. It’s a freaking search engine people!! The company has redefined the way we surf the Internet, but it has not changed the way we live. It’s overhyped, inflated, and trendy, everything the average American loves. Out of spite, I hope Google’s stock plummets to a measely $3 by its fifth year. It probably won’t, but I can wish.
Third, can Musicmatch really be a match for iTunes?? Is their new feature Send to a Friend really *THAT* compelling? I think not. The author states that,
“Send to a Friend, in short, is a great way to win friends and influence people. Not to mention a brilliant piece of viral marketing. I’m betting On Demand subscribers will rush to share songs with family and friends, who will get pulled into installing Musicmatch 9.0 and just maybe into becoming On Demand subscribers themselves.”
The author becomes overly presumptuous by assuming this software will “win friends” and “influence people.” But hey, if sharing music wins him friends becuase he’s that big of a loser in the first place, then more power to him. Regardless, the additional feature requires Musicmatch Plus, which is not free and costs a one-time payment of $19.99. In addition to having Plus, you need to subscribe to On Demand (which actually gives you the Send to a Friend feature) for $9.95 a month or $95.40 up front for a full year. Apple’s iTunes costs $0.99 per song and around $10 per album. Moreover, if you were to send a playlist to your friend, he would need to use Musicmatch 9.0 to listen to the music.
The RIAA or whatever-it’s-called may be heavily patrolling illegally downloaded music, and they might be trying to supplant P2P with online music stores (such as Muiscmatch and iTunes), but there’as *ALWAYS* a way to get free music. And honestly, even though I have a powerbook and an iPod now, I’d still rather get my music ilegally. And for free.
A bus carrying only ugly people crashes into an oncoming truck, and everyone inside dies. They then get to meet their maker, and because of the grief they have experienced; He decides to grant them one wish each, before they enter Paradise.
They’re all lined up, and God asks the first one what the wish is. “I want to be gorgeous,” and so God snaps His fingers, and it is done.
The second one in line hears this and says “I want to be gorgeous too.” Another snap of His fingers and the wish is granted.
This goes on for a while but when God is halfway down the line, the last guy in line starts laughing. When there are only ten people left, this guy is rolling on the floor, laughing. Finally, God reaches this guy and asks him what his wish will be.
The guy calms down and says: “Make ‘em all ugly again.”
Ming, on preparing for his ADES final…
Ming: i talked to burchett earlier
Ming: and i ran with him yesterday
Ming: which means i gave him a blowjob
Ming: which is way more than kissing ass
Ming: :-D
I’d like to officially announce that the subprofile (powered by subprofile.com) is dead. Gone. Ceased to exist. And whatever else you’d like to call it.
Just remember, that this is *not* a real blog. I don’t know how it isn’t, but I say it isn’t.
The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A death. What’s that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you’re too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty years until you’re young enough to enjoy your retirement. You do drugs, alchohol, you party, you get ready for high school. You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend your last nine months warm, happy, and floating…you finish off as an orgasm.
Forwarded from a friend
Dear ,
I regret to inform you that you have been eliminated from further contention as Mr. Right. As you are probably aware, the competition was exceedingly tough and dozens of well-qualified candidates such as yourself also failed to make the final cut. I will, however, keep your name on file should an opening become available. So that you may find better success in your future romantic endeavors, please allow me to offer the following reason(s) you were disqualified from the competition.
___Your last name is objectionable. I can’t imagine taking it, hyphenating it, or subjecting my children to it.
___Your first name is objectionable. It’s just not something I can picture myself yelling out in a fit of passion.
___The fact that our dining experiences to date has left MY wallet a little lighter, and YOUR pants a little tighter!
___Your inadvertent admission that you “buy condoms by the truckload” indicates that you may be interested in me for something other than my personality.
___You failed the 20 Question Rule, i.e., I asked you 20 questions about yourself before you asked me more than one about myself.
___Your constant emailing shows me you have TOO much time on your hands!
___Your legs are skinnier than mine.
___You’re too short. Any son that we produced would inevitably be beaten up repeatedly at recess.
___You’re too tall. I’m developing a chronic neck condition from trying to kiss you.
___You have a hairy back.
___I find your inability to fix my car extraordinarily unappealing.
___The fact that your apartment has been condemned reveals an inherent slovenliness that I fear is unbreakable.
___The phrase “My Mother” has popped up far too often in conversation.
___You still live with your parents.
___Although I do enjoy the X-Files, I find your wardrobe of Star Trek uniforms a little disconcerting.
___Your frequent references to your ex-girlfriend lead me to suspect that you are some sort of psychotic stalker.
___Your ability to belch the alphabet is not a trait that I am seeking in a long term partner.
___Your height is out of proportion to your weight. If you should, however, happen to gain the necessary 17 vertical inches, please resubmit your application.
___Somehow I doubt those condoms I found in your overnight bag were really necessary for a successful business trip.
___I am out of your league, set your sights lower next time.
Sincerely,