Where's Nate?

living large in the four-oh-eight. wicked large.


sounds familiar.

A great post from the Best of Craigslist: My iPod shuffle Thinks I'm Gay.

I've found that my shuffle is trying to tell me something, too. For example, last week my shuffle was informing me that I run too slow and was really pushing the System of a Down. Like, every-other-song pushing. Then, today, my shuffle was at it again, beating me over the head with Metallica and Rage Against the Machine.

What gives, iPod shuffle? Seven minute miles aren't fast enough for you? Life is random. Apparently, so is my pace.


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