Pandora on my phone is a pasta-send. It’s what’s playing when I don’t have my usual music around or when I don’t really care what to listen to, but still want it to be good.
I surround myself with music almost constantly. At work, if I’m not watching Netflix, it’s gotta be some Pink Floyd or Bob Dylan or Bon Jovi that’s resonating in my head. In the car, it’s something old but fast, like select Rolling Stones tracks, or some version of “All Along the Watchtower”, or simply Joe Cocker. At home, when I’m reading or editing photos and need some background music that isn’t intrusive but at the same time it’s something I like, there’s Pandora, with a station where I rarely ever have to skip a song. (OK, I just had to skip the Beach Boys. But Pandora should learn from this. Ughh, Beach Boys.)
Finally having a non-Fischer Price phone, a phone that can actually hold a charge, I find myself starting up Pandora almost constantly. It’s an app that runs more on my phone than the Google Maps application. (And I use that fairly regularly, having just moved to a brand-new office building downtown.) I listen to it at home when doing housework, or loafing around in bed on a Sunday morning while catching up on comics or some random blog psot, or while out on a walk through the Kirkland waterfront.
Even the silly ads aren’t much of a distraction. Uhh, that is, until I actually bother to listen what they’re saying. A few minutes back they played a commercial where an excited consumer calls up the Rosetta Stone people and asks if the ads are true, that they’re offering a “free demo” of their product, and what the “catch” is. (Insert some witty pun about being that Rosetta Stone costs an arm and a leg and doesn’t actually teach you the language in question.) The helpful representative replies that the ads are true, there is no catch, that Rosetta Stone is so confident in their product, they’re offering a “free demo” of it! Yay! That means I can get a trial version for FREE! That’s quite different from all those other places that make me pay for a partial product. If only I could remember any of those instances…
Well, since I couldn’t recall one, I had to Google for something that stupid… and stumbled onto this made-of-win post: “Capcom Is Charging for a 3DS Demo”. Seems Capcom is selling the first chapter of a game. Unless the model is chapter-by-chapter, this amounts to a paid demo. Ok, so the article itself is kinda thing, but actually it’s the comments that make it a win:
Capcom touched my wife inappropriately and got my kids hooked on crack.
Capcom punched my mom down a flight of stairs and sent me the tape.
Capcom bundled AAA investments with garbage housing loans into premium packages sold to 401k managers, artificially inflating the financial market and causing an economic disaster following the collapse of the housing market.
Capcom swapped my office chair with someone else’s.
Capcom gave long-term financial advice to Greece back in 2000, leading to an unsustainable level of debt that has them teetering on the edge of a bankruptcy that would greatly harm the value of the Euro.
And many more…
Now, having no idea how I’ve arrived at this point, here’s something relevant*:
*In the totally irrelevant sense of the word