Last week, while I was shooting around in the gym during a study break, I could hear “Rebellion (Lies)” playing on the radio in the workout room. It was pretty amusing to watch people lift weights and ride the exercise bike to The Arcade Fire.

While grabbing some lunch at a Caribbean place around the corner from work, I was treated to a Michael Jackson medley blasting from the speakers. I had to distract myself with a few football chants and some butt clenches just to keep myself from shrieking out of pain and boredom, but in the end settled for stuffing some jerk chicken in my ears. Shit burns.

Bad.

Business 2.0 tells us to Say Sayonara to VHS. Wal-Mart will no longer be selling pre-recorded VHS tapes after the christmas season.

This doesn’t surprise me: CTV: Ottawa boy alleges angry cabbie hit him. The summer I spent in Ottawa, I lived in fear for my life when in or near a blue line cab. I think it was company policy to hire maniac drivers.

Thaaaaaat’s what I like to see: Today was Toronto’s 20th smog day of the year. Tied the 2001 record and it’s not even summer.

Who’s for volleyball?

Yikes. Someone over at BlogTO is taking issue with my JS Bonbons recommendation.

I started watching DiG! today, the documentary about The Brian Jonestown Massacre and The Dandy Warhols. Already it’s reminded me of two things: how good the Dandy Warhols were for the first 2 or 3 albums, and how hot Zia McCabe is.

I occasionally forget how good It’s A Shame About Ray by The Lemonheads is. My Nomad just randomly reminded me by playing the cover of “Mrs. Robinson”.

My friend Bigfoot introduced me to The Lemonheads in university, along with getting me hooked on the Screaming Trees‘ Sweet Oblivion, so…thanks man.

Holy mother of crap. As a former database guy this freaks me out: rumour is that Wal-Mart will be gathering as much as 7.5 terabytes of data every day from their RFID operations.

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Back at work this morning. Feels like I’ve been away for a month. I forgot my Blackberry on the coffee table and left my Nomad on the bookshelf; it’s like I’ve forgotten how to get ready for work.

The prof said the exam marks should be up pretty soon. For the first time in this program I’m nervous.