After leaving the gym (and turning up the evil Stairmaster to ELEVEN) I opened my cell phone and I had TWO MISSED MESSAGES! Somebody needs me! No voice messages, so I checked the list of received calls and who is it? It was ME testing my new retro ringtone, from the movie Our Man Flint, a rather corny 60’s spy movie. Converting the ringtone just required me to resample the audio to use 22.050kHz sampling.

I know there was something interesting for me to kvetch about, but right now the endorphins are masking any kvetching I can imagine. Did I mention that several of us (my parents, Megan, Carolyn, and me) went in to by my undeserving sister a mini iPod. We got tired of listening to her try to figure out who else she could get to sign up on the free iPod site. Anyway, she got it early (my brother-in-law opened it last Friday and left pieces of it around the house for her to find because he’s, well, kind of peculiar) and now she’s seeing the joys of having a little MP3 player.

Speaking of which, all my music is sounding a bit off. I think my headphones might be dying. Perhaps you can only play The Pet Shop Boys so many times before they die.