It's Friday, I'm in Love

with turning the reins over to (18 year old and recent high school graduate! it was a close one.) brother bee-spot. He's usually a good writer (emphasize "usually") and I'm lazy so I thought guest blogging would be a fantastic idea. He's acting like he doesn't want to do it or that I had to bribe him to lower his standards to this pile, but don't believe him.

Guest Blog Thingy…
Ehh… so I’m Blythe’s younger (i.e. better) brother Josh, and I’m “guest blogging” as a trade off for food —I’m a simple person, it seems. Since I’ve no idea what a conventional guest blogger writes about, I’m just going to rant about something random. I’ll just look around this drab computer room for a moment… ahh there. All right, so video iPods: convenience personified or The Man’s wet dream? I would contend the second. Who the hell in their right mind actually needs every goddamn Scrubs episode ready to watch on a 1.5 by 1.5 inch screen? No one, damn it, no one. And yet I feel supremely confident that NBC (Christ, those keys are close together—coincidence…?) has made kazillions, which, by the way, is a real number, of dollars selling “convenience” for $1.99 a pop. Bastards. Not to mention the film industry, who probably blew their collective loads at the iPod video’s unveiling. A measly credit/debit card number is all you need to pump dollar after useless dollar into their accounts, and for what? So you can watch a pathetically miniature version of the 40 Year Old Virgin? Though it must be said that the 99-cent music situation is a similar racket, at least music doesn’t rely on its medium near as much as video. A song sounds the same coming out of your headphones or a stereo, whereas Zach Braff manages to look even smaller on the iPod’s screen than a TV. Goddamn you Apple. Goddamn you.

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