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I’m a little late with this, but the joy of the Internet is that someone out there doesn’t know about what I’m talking about yet. I’ve been using Dropbox since the last day of their private beta. As soon as I had invites to give, they went public and my chance to look ahead of the curve went up in a tiny cloud of blue smoke.
Regardless, since using Dropbox I can only say that it does everything perfectly. If ever you could have a backup system for the lazy, the inexperienced, or the uninterested this would be it. I know that casts an odd light on Dropbox, but trust me when I say that it is probably the single most impressive piece of software/service that I have ever installed. I’ve commented on using Dropbox before, but now I’m going to get into it with more detail.
I have been waiting for a long, long time for a new album to come rolling out from this man. The album was supposed to come out a while ago, but when your house burns down due to some forest fires that are ruining the local forestry… well I can understand a delay.
Thankfully after my faithful wait, I have been rewarded with his new release: Sycamore Meadows. After giving this album a couple of listens, it has quickly become one of my favorites for all time. It’s both amazingly happy and startlingly deep, many times simultaneously.
I am not the first person to talk about this book, and I know damned well that I won’t be the last. That aside, I have little choice but to talk about The Last Lecture. I meant to talk about the original online version when I first saw it the day Randy Pausch died. I know it’s somewhat of a morbid coincidence, but it’s true and I can’t tell you how heart-broken I was when I found out this tidbit of information.
When I saw the actual lecture, I was at work. Though I told myself I would let it play in the background as I worked, that idea was quickly thrown out and I watched the 76 minute video without pause. Actually there was one pause when I went to the washroom. You get the idea.
When I found out he had a book, the only reason I didn’t buy it was because my girlfriend wanted it. So I got it for her and borrowed it when she was finished.
Where the hell do I start with Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog?
Lets start with “watch this now.” It’s just that good. Joss Whedon once again proves that he’s a god at story-telling. He manages to put such a spin on the “Bad Guy” concept and actually gets you to root for the evil dude in this one. It’s funny, it’s serious, it’s witty, it’s cute, it’s heart-breaking, it’s totally out there.
It’s also one of the greatest thing’s I’ve seen in a very, very long time.
I really do suggest that everyone purchase and play the hell out of the new Sam & Max series. Both seasons are fabiola.
That’s right, I said fabiola.
I love Butch Walker, but I’ll try and be objective with this review. I could review many of his albums that I happen to have in my possession, but as this is the newest one out and available for free (or 6 bucks if you want to) I figured I’d try and be current and edgy and what have you.
Now there are certain artists that sound good on albums but come up short in live shows. There are other artists that rock live performances like they were born to it, but fail to translate this to their recordings (Live ones aside, obviously). Then there are artists that do both exceptionally well. This is where Butch Walker falls.
The more I try and read what others are saying on the world wide interweb, the more I realize that there are a lot of people out there who are a hell of a lot smarter then myself. Jarkko Laine is one of those people. While looking around his site, I found what is deemed a “popular article“. The title alone got me to read it (Never Work Overtime Again) and after reading it I can honestly say that he nailed it perfectly. Nothing could be done to improve the statements made therein.
How to describe Douglas Coupland’s new novel “The Gum Thief?” I’m struggling for words here because I’m fairly sure I’d need too many, and probably have to create a few just for the effect to truly sink in. I think I’ll go with ‘depressing and beautiful.’ It’s sad and its magical. It’s bleak and its stunning, It’s a fire-y car crash between two massive trucks carrying nothing but bright, floaty balloons.
What happens when you take every SuperCop movie, combine it with fantastic writing and British humour so dry, you could use it as a combustible fuel? You get Hot Fuzz. I’m still new at this movie review thing, so I’m going to try to do this as best I can. This movie is for all [...]