For St. Valentine’s Day, Gloria gave me a Nintendo Zapper, which is basically a two-handed Wii remote holder that acts like a combination light gun and thumbstick. It comes with a little demo game called Link’s Crossbow Training, in which Link shoots targets, kills monsters, and runs gauntlets. Last night, John C. asked me, “But what else would you play with that?”

I felt pretty good after cataloging what I want from a mobile phone, so I think it’ll be a good idea to do the same thing for productivity/todo software.

A million (alternately, five) years ago, when I was working at IQE, I got sick of trying to use any of our existing project tracking software to track my todo list. Instead, I started using index cards. I put the big chunks of todo into Project or Press Your Luck (the project-managing add-on to our internal helpdesk software), but all the task-level stuff became index cards instead of helpdesk tickets.

I’ve gotten some mileage out of Facebook. I caught up with a few old friends, whom I otherwise would’ve never heard from. That’s about it. I actually appreciate that a lot, but the rest of Facebook can really just go to Hell.

A few other CPAN authors have already uploaded bundles that install all the modules they want to have around before they start working. This has always seemed like a good idea, but with all the re-installing of perl I’ve been doing lately, it’s finally hit home just how much time I can save.

Ages ago, I got an Audible membership. Three days each week, I walk about half an hour to the bus and about half an hour home. For most of the year, I can spend that time reading a book. In the winter, though, it’s just too cold. My fingers freeze, even if I read with one hand in my pocket and switch back and forth. Audible sells audiobooks, and I can listen to them on my iPod while I walk. They have a subscription model where get one or two credits each month, and each credit can be exchanged for one book. Sometimes, this is an okay deal: you pay $15 per month and get a $25 copy of the abridged version of a popular novel. Sometimes, it is a great deal: you get a $40 copy of a twenty-five hour classic.

Earlier today, I shaved my face. At one point during the routine, I noticed that a lot of hair had collected under the blade and wasn’t rinsing out. Rather than wipe perpendicular to the blade, I tried to clear the razor by running my index finger across it. What was I thinking? I didn’t even draw blood, but I have a nice slice across my fingertip now.

Ugh. A while ago, I wrote about the difficulties involved in getting wasted in Pennsylvania. Normally, it only affects me as trivia. The thrice-cursed monopoly’s stores carry the brands that I’m used to buying. Their prices aren’t intolerable.

How on Earth have I not yet written anything about how good beer bread is, and how easy it is to make, and how everyone should make more of it?

About a week ago I upgraded my hard drive, which was much less simple than it might have been, largely because of an incredibly overtightened screw.