Observation 50: It’s been a while since Facebook made any significant changes to its format.

Clearly, this is why the nation paid attention to the strife in Iran for all of a week.

And the crisis of Michael Jackson for, oh, I don’t know, however the hell long it’s been now.

Neglect of structural updates to Facebook = people bored enough to pay attention to other stuff.

Thanks, Facebook.

Observation 49: This is the best Google Maps image in the history of Google Maps images.

Prove me wrong. I dare you.

http://twitpic.com/9squ9

Observation 48: My shameless efforts at self-promotion are shamelessly behind.

In case you were really sad about my lack of shameless self-promotion, I wrote a few more reviews of the Tiny MIx Tapes:

The Factory, “Path Through the Forest”

Polvo, “Cor-Crane Secret”

Because I know your life was tragically lacking for my own lack of shameless self-promotion, I have granted you this gift of overly-verbose reviews of obscure and escoteric albums that approximately two people care about.

Please validate my existence by reading them in their entirety.

Thanks.

Observation 47: It is now July.

My last post was at the end of May.

Conclusion: I am lazy.

Observation 46: There is no proper terminology to describe the phenomenon of the female douchebag.

I propose “baguette.”

Observation 45: I don’t know when to shut up.

That’s why I’ve taken to doing a bit of freelance music writing in addition to the 60+ hours a week I spend doing salary-based advertising copywriting. Go figure.

Shameless self-promotion in 3, 2, 1…

Go read my first Delorean review for Tiny Mix Tapes of Doo Rag’s 1996 album ‘What We Do’ here:

http://www.tinymixtapes.com/Doo-Rag

You can also read an entry I wrote about them in this here blog, if you’re particularly curious:

Observation 27: This is the best use for a bunch of garbage that I have ever seen.

Thanks for stopping by, y’all.

Back to the grind now.

Observation 44: The only thing worse than the Renaissance period is people who are really into the Renaissance period.

Observation 43: The best thing about New York City is not the limitless culture or unfettered opportunity.

But instead, the complete lack of snakes indigenous to the region.

Admittedly, I really, really hate snakes.

Observation 42: Quality Meat would make a good name for a deli.

Or a classy porn magazine.

Observation 41: Sometimes the things I contemplate sound like the titles of articles from McSweeney’s.

Today’s example:

A list of plausible reasons why my former college professor may have decided to de-friend me on Facebook.

The next inevitable installment:

Uncomfortable e-mails sent by a college professor to his former student to explain his decision to de-friend her on Facebook, sent only after he realizes that she blogged about the incident.