HelLO, and welcome to another episode of “I’ve Reflanged the Barkolounger” with your host, Rupture Q. Throngboggle PhD, PTSD, NPC.
Tonight to change thing up not at all, I’m going to tell you about some surfing I did. One of those things I do all the time is try to figure out how to get things to connect to stuff they’re not already connected to, and this often leads me to wondering how I get popular communications device A into protractive retrogrunion B.
This evening, when I was in transit home, it occurred to me that my Blackberry has Bluetooth, and my Netbook has Bluetooth, and I’ve heard about people using their Blackberry to connect to the Internet when they’re in the middle of a field or something, so I thought to myself “Are we home yet? Did I miss my stop? Have my ears popped from coming out of the underground tube of Canada Line yet? Florence and the Machine is better than you think it’s going to be in the first four bars of any song. I wonder if I can get my Blackberry to use my Netbook’s wireless connection to get onto the ‘Net instead of the other way ’round?”
“Wait. Dude. What?”
“Yeah, no, really. Remember the Nokia N-Gage, with the totally ludicrous phone functionality? It had software that gave it a Bluetooth Internet Gateway thing, so it stands to reason that TCP/IP over the Bluetooth stack should be possible. For free. Also, I want pizza pops. Red Eyed Treefrogs are the perfect fridge magnet shape when they’re all tucked in.”
“You’re right, I should try that when I get home tonight. Or maybe Briggs would know.”
“Shh. Can’t talk. Pizza pops.”
About 45 minutes of Googling, installing, reconfiguring, de-un-re-anti-con-platifguring, and just plain looking it up in field repair guides and stuff came up snake eyes. Not even snake eyes. No dice, no table, no casino, you’re voted off the island, and Pluto sends its regards.
Probably because any of the Blackberry devices that are worth having have built-in wifi, so trying to bridge via Bluetooth across another device would be extra steps, and would mean the BB would be dependent on another device in the immediate vicinity. Goes against the grain. Causes seizures in succulents. May lead to thoughts of super-suede.
So, what else?
Stumbled across Percussion Lab tonight while looking for some information about JDilla and the mind-blowing Wonk Funk mix by KPER. They have it, but they also have not only a whole schwack of other stuff that I’ve never heard of, but lots of other world-class DJs and set that might have been around for the last ten years, but I wouldn’t know it.
Sad that radio in Vancouver just doesn’t play anything like this. Of course, if my ability to make anything I like at Body Shop be instantly removed from the shelves (they had a liquid soap that smelled EXACTLY like fresh-cut grass, and after I bought my second bottle, it was gone) applies to music, it’s probably good that I don’t hear much that I can stomach on radio.
So yeah, ignore the double chin (I come by it honestly, I assure you) but take note of the little Lemmy going on down there. That’s not a goatee, that’s my mo. It’s getting hi-…
What the hell’s going on with my hair? I know I’m shooting through my wide-angle lens at a 90°, so that’ll make weird “tall angle” shots, but still. Th’hell?
When I had long hair, it was always kinda sticky-outy on the sides, and that’d make me insane, but this little “wisp of hair at the tip of my egg-shaped noggin” is a bit much.
Everybody but me got the H1N1 shot today. Tate was asking where the “bugs” were in his arm. I’m not sure whether or not he was asking where the shot was administered, or where the pre-defeated virus was in his body now.
Duuuuude….rockin’ facial hair.