"Woot" Comes in 3rd

Miriam-Webster have a list of the most popular words not in the dictionary. "Woot" (an exclamation of joy or excitement) is third in the list.

It would clearly be first, in my opinion. As I very rarely use the word "ginormous" and have only heard one person say "confuzzled". Whereas, "woot" I use all the time.

For example: "Woot" is the #3 most popular word not in the dictionary! WOOOOT!

Hmmm, maybe MW didn't take into account the many spellings of Woot that are out there in the wild. Some people use 'O's some people use zeroes. Sometimes it appears with two O's, but it can have many many more.

I should write them a letter.

iPod Freedom

At least two people I know have been visibly frustrated by the limitations of the iTunes software that comes with the iPod. One of the major limitations is that there's no simple way to copy music from a friend's iPod to your own (Or from one computer to another) using the iPod.

The WinAmp plugin talked about in this Wired Article should fix that issue. Along with probably some other issues you might have encountered (but the copying files thing is the main one).

The iPod is a portable firewire/USB2-enabled hard drive. And it should be easy to use it as such, to carry around your songs and to move songs from one computer to another. But, because of the filesharing paranoia, the iTunes software doesn't allow this.

It should be noted that this plugin doesn't remove the DRM (copy-protection) from the files. But it will work with music you ripped from CDs or your MP3 collection.

Here's a direct link to the plugin Here. You will need WinAmp as well, but WinAmp (and the plugin) is free.

Happy Monthiversary

Okay, well the blog has been silent for a while. And I mean, there's a backlog of things I want to talk about. But I just don't really feel the need. And I've been BUSY.

Busy doing what? you might ask.

Busy falling in love with a girl.

Her name's Nelly. She lives in Manhattan. (A Manahattanite born and raised.) She plays ultimate. She's sweet, smart, beautiful, charming... Well, I can gush about her for a while. But I wont. You'll have to meet her.

We've been together 2 months today. So Happy Monthiversary to us!

Here's another picture

Things are good here.

Happy Monthiversary

Okay, well the blog has been silent for a while. And I mean, there's a backlog of things I want to talk about. But I just don't really feel the need. And I've been BUSY.

Busy doing what? you might ask.

Busy falling in love with a girl.

Her name's Nelly. She lives in Manhattan. (A Manahattanite born and raised.) She plays ultimate. She's sweet, smart, beautiful, charming... Well, I can gush about her for a while. But I wont. You'll have to meet her.

We've been together 2 months today. So Happy Monthiversary to us!

Here's another picture

Things are good here.

"The Interpreter" Was Okay

Some friends and I have begun something they call the "Tuesday Night Movie Club". Which, to be clear, leads me to see a new movie every tuesday (or every other tuesday, depending on the availability of quality movies).

Two tuesdays ago I saw, The Interpreter. It was just okay. Not dissapointing and not any worse than I had anticipated. Which is not to say that it was great.

It suffered from Bizarrely Winding Plot disease, where the story twists and turns for no apparent reason. Nichole Kidmann is funny looking and her accent is, well, obviously an accent. Sean Penn doesn't sizzle and the sparks between these two mega-stars do not fly at all.

The movie leaves you waiting for some engagement on the issues of brutal African dictatorships, their origins, goals and the UN's role. I'd even have settled for some sexual tension between Penn and Kidmann. But in the end, it's just an excuse to put mega-stars (and the UN) on the big screen.

Collective Intelligence

This is pretty interesting. From what I can tell it provides definitions of the specified search term using the collective and random intelligence of all us ninnies.

Of course, I am just assuming that's what it does. There aren't links to the sources for its information, just the stock phrases. Which is a shame. And it's vocabulary seems impressively deep.

- Peanut Butter
- Thailand
- The Best Game
- A Polar Bear
- God

Try it yourself!

Watch out for Turkish Food

You know, my intenstines have an interesting history. So it could be expected that they would act up when confronted with new and unusual foods. In fact, I must say, they have been, over the past year or so, very well behaved.

But last Thursday, I stepped up to the plate of impossible foods, by going to a Turkish restaurant. This is a place that was supposed to be awesome, turned out to be kinda lame. But I mean, hey, that's the city for you.

And I have been quite gassy since then.

"Gassy since last thursday?" you say incredulously. Yes! But otherwise fine. Even for me that's odd. But it's not uncomfortable, I've been feeling fine. It's as though, the Turkish shiskebob of lamb and beef that I consumed has taken a more permanent residence than other foods.

Perhaps because, like bubble-gum or laffy-taffy, it is indigestable. They really should put a warning on their menu. Though I guess that would be déclassé.

Meamwhile, it's those around me who must suffer the consequences.