August 22, 2006

I am such a consumer.

Magazines have such an effect on me (secular magazines I mean). Whenever I read a computer magazine, I’m ready to upgrade my computer or download a bunch of stuff. When I read Custom Classic Truck, I want to go work on one of the three currently decomposing in my father’s yard. I just read the latest Dwell magazine, and now I want to build a house. A nice green house. Eco-friendly green, not blue-yellow green. It probably won’t ever happen, but it is something I’d like to research a bit more. Some of the technology is neat. But really, how do magazines to that? I fall into their trap every time! Actually, I guess I don’t really, because I never act on any of it, reading a different kind of magazine can help me with that.

Alternate title for this post: I am a target market.

August 2, 2006

Sometimes I make you sad.

I’d hate to give the impression that I only write in this thing when I’m unhappy. So here I am writing when I’m not even close to a bad mood. This is very likely due to Supergrass, who I’ve been listening to almost non-stop lately. And also because I’m off work. Oh yes.