Today...

Today at work, a man with two fingers (he only had a part of one hand) gave me a CD and said, "This will change your life." I'm now listening to four really bad punk rock songs, and the chorus is something like, "Help me fuck you, get a fuckin' clue."

I have to incorporate this into my iPod story somehow.

The new iPod update is amazing. I can copy. I can paste. I can sync notes instead of looking for a wireless connection to email them to myself. It's great fun.

That bein' said:

Help

me

fuck

you.

iPod update..

Today an iPod Touch/iPhone update came out that's supposed to let you sync notes. This would mean I don't have to keep emailing them to myself. It's a minor nuisance, but this new update would help out.

I bought the update.

Now I can't figure it out.

I'm so technologically challenged...

I'm up to 11 k words in this experiment...so far, so good? Helpppp...

HBOA.

Honey Bunches of Oats.












Don't Eff with my HONEY BUNCHES OF OATS

The unofficial cereal of all of existence.

OK, so I just really like it, and I'm not being given anything to advertise. I just wanna. I'm such a tool, you don't even need to pay me to take a picture of myself with Honey Bunches of Oats and put it on my blog. You don't have to pay me for it to be a recurring motto in my blogs, either.

That's right. Prepare to read a lot more about me eating HBOA at 3 a.m.

Maybe this is why only three people are following my blog...

Anyways, I recently found out that, within the month, iPod will have an application for syncing notes to your computer...which will be great, so I don't have to keep emailing myself and getting paranoid. I think I'll keep emailing myself the notes anyway, though. It's good to know I have backups. Ya know, just in case no one believes I actually wrote this book on my iPod.

Go eats you some HBOA.

Some early observations...

I LOVE MY IPOD SO MUCH THAT I COULD JUST EAT IT.

So I'm about 6k words into my iPod experiment. So far, a real plot has yet to form. But I've got a voice down, and a definite character. Her favorite sentence is, "It's not that serious." Sadly, it's turning out to be a sketchy version of my own self and life. But I guess I'm just another self-absorbed writer. Just the kind I profess hatred for. FML.

It's not that serious.

Some things I've noticed:
1. Spelling the names of places...especially two-word places...is highly annoying because autocorrect won't capitalize shit. Like "New York." Type it out on the iPod, and it types new York. Yep. It corrects the second word but doesn't understand they're a part of a set.

2. There's no grammar check. I hate hate HATE when Word underlines something in green squiggly, and then when I see what the problem is, it says, "LONG SENTENCE." I'm sorry, but when did a long sentence become forbidden in the English language? When did that become an error? The iPod doesn't give me such nonsense phrases, and it automatically corrects words instead of underlining them with red.

3. On the same token, the autocorrect is sometimes a huge pain in the ass, especially when it comes to small words. "On" and "in"..."I'd" and "is"...impossible for the iPod to tell the appropriate difference.

I'm sure more will come up. But so far, so...egh, I won't say it. I'll jynx myself.