The One Where You Show Off Your Music Knowledge

Alright, it's time to put this thing to work for me again. In preparation for this weekend's mini-road trip (more details to come in the upcoming days), I'm putting together a few playlists for the drive. One of them is entirely of covers, but unfortunately, I only have about ten songs so far. Anyone out there got any suggestions for good covers that I probably haven't found yet?

To get you started, after the jump, two covers that are already on the playlist. In addition, you'll get to hear Morgan Freeman doing spoken word Barenaked Ladies. If that doesn't get you to click "Read more," I really don't know what will.

Fun with Facebook

Recently, there have been a lot of concerns over the privacy, or lack thereof, of people's personal information on Facebook. People are worried that information they post on Facebook, even though they mean it to be private, will be shared with the world. To this I say: well....yeah. I'm not posting anything I don't want to get out there. In fact, the majority of the time, I'm just using it to post Couchwarmers updates.

I avoided signing up for Facebook for over a year after other people at my school started joining for just this reason. In all fairness, I was kind of kidding at the time when I said, "They're just gonna use this to track all of us. I'm staying off the grid." Now, I guess there's much more truth to that than I originally believed. But if random people are reading my shameless plugs, I could really give a crap.

Which brings me to the point of this post. No, I'm not here to give warnings about sharing personal info or talk about how evil Facebook is. I'm here to show you how you can benefit from other people not knowing how to set their privacy controls. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you: OpenBook.

Yes, a way to see the status updates of complete strangers. Want to see who's recently talked about a vaginal rash? Just search for it. Want more ideas for good searches? Here you go! Remember though, with great power comes great responsibilty. Unless of course, they haven't set their privacy controls. Then it's all fair game. Go nuts.

Weekend Recap, Now with Irony (But Not Really)

Welcome back for another work week, loyal readers. For those of you upset about having to start another week of work/school, and with a nod to Danica Patrick, here's something that's sure to put a smile on your face:

Yes, Danica Patrick was booed yesterday after Indy 500 qualifying when she blamed her team for her shitty driving. I believe I've already made my joke here.

Digesting LOST

The weekend recap's gonna come later today. I'm still digesting and attempting to pass the LOST finale. It was definitely a lot to handle. Right now, my Facebook news feed has varying opinions on it -- everything from that it "fucking sucked" to that it was the "best finale I've ever seen." For the record, I fall closer to the "best finale" side of the spectrum, although I'm not willing to go that far. I thought it was good. Nothing incredibly groundbreaking, but after some thought, I've realized that it left me satisfied. They definitely could have done worse.

Sure, not every single question was answered, but you can at least use a reasonable theory to explain all of the big ones, and that works for me. With all the garbage near the middle of the show, the writers kind of wrote themselves into a corner. Yeah, they probably had to walk all over a few of their words to get out, but they tread carefully and were able to leave most of their previous work undisturbed.

And yes, I've also heard several theories as to what actually happened and what everything actually meant. So as not to post any spoilers on the front page, I'm putting them after the jump. Also, more Evangeline Lilly:

LOST Finale Odds

Sunday night is the 2½-hour LOST finale. I think this calls for an Evangeline Lilly picture and some odds for how the show will end. First, the picture:

Good stuff. Now, the odds:

1:1     --  They kill the smoke monster

2:1     --  The separate timelines converge

9:2     --  Everyone dies

8:1     --  Everyone who died comes back to life

11:1   --  It was all a dream/hallucination

17:1   --  The smoke monster wins and the world ends

50:1   --  Orgy

52:1   --  Gangbang

700:1 --  Orgy/gangbang involving the smoke monster

Or as I've taken to calling it, "smokkake." I'm considering putting a dollar on it, you know....just in case. Happy watching.

UPDATE: I've just been informed that I forgot to include a "none of the above" option. Completely valid point. I'd probably set the odds for "The Field" at 1:5. But once again, if neither side dies and it's not resolved through group sex of some sort, there are gonna be a lot of disappointed viewers. And yes, as reader "JO" points out, "a lot of disappointed viewers is probably par for the course." Again, completely valid point.

A Call for Amateur Psychoanalysts

I've been having this recurring dream recently, and I have no idea what to make of it. You see, back when I was a student, I was still lazy like I am now, but I never went into a test unprepared. I hated that helpless feeling of going into an exam, looking through it, and realizing that I was screwed, so I made sure that it never happened.

Well recently, probably three or four times in the past two weeks, I've had a dream where I'm in a classroom taking a test. I open up to the first question and have no idea how to answer it. I think maybe that it's just bad luck, so I move on to the second. Same thing. I quickly look through the entire exam and realize that I can't even begin to answer a single question. I wake up all pissed off that I've failed this test, and then the realization hits me -- I don't do anything anymore. I'm unemployed. I don't have tests. I lie down and go back to sleep.

I understand that this is a perfectly normal dream to have before a big test or before finals week or something, but I haven't taken an exam in over three years. Therefore, I'm asking all of the amateur analysts and therapists out there to help me dissect this one. Is it telling me that I'm bored and I need to get back and start doing something? Is it reaffirming my decision not to do anything? Help me out here, loyal readers.

I also had a dream a few nights ago that there was a tennis ball-sized hole in my foot, but I don't think that has any relevance.

On tap for the weekend:

A Cash Cab PSA

Like most of you who have ever been to New York City, there's only one thing I can think of as I'm walking the streets, and no, it's not Empire State of Mind on repeat. I of course, am looking at all of the van cabs and trying to see if they're the Cash Cab. I would say not to pretend that you don't do it too, but I think most people are pretty forthcoming about it. If you've seen the show once, you really never look at a van cab the same way again.

I'm also sure that most of you have heard varying things about how much of a surprise Cash Cab actually is to the contestants -- I've heard everything from "it's all a surprise" to "you're pre-screened and they tell you exactly where to go to get picked up." Alright, let's get to the bottom of this.