Last.FM

So you might notice a couple of new buttons over there on the right. The one under the Flickr badge will update over the weekend with a chart of my top played songs. Then down there under the "I Power Blogger" button, you'll see a red "Last.FM" button. What is all this, you might ask? Last.FM is a music service that helps you find other users who have similar tastes, and it also recommends other artists you might enjoy. It builds a profile based on the artists you listen to, and also a custom radio station using those same statistics. It's simple and free to use. If you have a minute, you should join up and download the simple plugin that sends in the stats. Then we can have our own little group of listeners and radio stations, and we can become the rulers of the world. Or something like that.

Mad props to The Diva for directing me to this site.

Video explosion!

If you know me, you know I like to collect little odds and ends from the webternet. Funny sites, clever littles animations, and, in particular, bizarre videos. Today I present three of those to you, my beloved reader.

First up is video proof of my theory that Nature will one day eat your face; She's just looking for the right sauce.


Second is the "Proper Names" video. If the dude in this video were to move into your neighborhood, you'd probably get a postcard about it.


And finally, right in time for the Christmas season, we have Christmas lights, OCD style! (You may have seen this one; it's been passed around the webternet quite a bit lately.)


So there you have it friends. I hope you enjoyed this little video tour. And don't forget to check out the lyrics meme below, and submit your guesses.

Memetic

Yes, I know I haven't posted in almost a month. And I know it's lame to make my first post after that period a meme, but...suck it. Basically the way this thing works is I took the 25 most played songs from my iPod and wrote down the first line. I had to cheat a little and also use my iTunes top 25, since I apparently listen to a lot of lyric-less songs. You guys make guesses as to the song title and artist and post them in the comments. As correct guesses are made, I'll post the name of the person who guessed correctly at the end of the particular lines. Stolen from Boy Wonder and Phaino.

1) And if the snow buries my neighborhood. *Vic*

2) Once again, I find myself with my friends.

3) She was a lonely girl. Doesn't have a lot of something to remind you.

4) She called me up today. "Meet me down at the old cafe." *Vic*

5) Well I'm riding down Fifth Street; I'm coming down Main. I tried to bum a nickel for to buy cocaine.

6) Sleeping is giving in, no matter what they tell me. *Vic*

7) I'm thinkin' it's a sign that the freckles in our mind are mirror images, and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned. *Jamie*

8) Here I am, where I've been. I walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin.

9) Alexander, my older brother, set out for a great adventure. *Vic*

10) Hey, the street lights are all burnt out. *Vic*

11) I am waiting 'till I don't know when, 'cause I'm sure it's gonna happen then. *Vic*

12) I leapt across three or four beds into your arms, where I had hidden myself somewhere in your charms.

13) I fell in love again (all things go, all things go).

14) They say it fits if you let it.

15) Something filled up my heart with nothing. *Vic*

16) Don't admit you're sick; let your fit body bury it. The faintness that you feel is nothing permanent.

17) Dial up my number now, weaving it through the wire.

18) We met first in cafes, and later in rooms.

19) The cat calls through the night, and two chicks in the parking lot crack wise on the price of fame.

20) Sunday after, there was laughter in the air.

21) Too long 'till fall, sick summer in bed.

22) Bounds move to the boogie that be.

23) From the first time I rest my eyes on you, my heart said follow through.

24) All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces.

25) I was lying on the grass a Sunday morning of last week, indulging in my self-defeat. *J.T.*

There you go kids. Enjoy.