I think there may be one or two people I haven’t told about this, so I am posting it in my blog about Tender Love Making. A few days ago I tried to give away an inflatable guitar on Craigslist. Check out the ad here.
I got about 20 responses ranging from “you are hilarious dude”, to “go out on a date with me”, to people thinking that I was giving away an actual guitar. Everyone that tried to make me laugh didn’t actually want the guitar, and everyone that actually wanted the guitar thought it was a real guitar.
As all of my friends know, I like to make stuff. I like making friends, cake, dinner, love….. Tonight I am watching a video about how to make a wallet out of duct tape. Also, Pam and I saw the guy in this video at Linda’s tonight. Pam dared me to talk to him, but I didn’t do it.
I just released a new version of the ruby iTunes client, Net::DAAP::Client version 0.2.1. I also released Digest::M4P as a Gem and made daapclient depend on it. I wasn’t able to release Digest::M4P as a gem until RubyGems version 0.9.0 was released because of a weird bug. But now that 0.9.0 is here, everything works! Too bad the digest code still doesn’t work on windows…….
I need to release my pure ruby MD5 so that I can make Digest::M4P pure ruby and not have to worry about this windows stuff.
The other day I went to meet Pam at the park. On the way to meet her, I stopped at the store to buy some popsicles. I got some of those Real Fruit popsicles with no sugar added. I thought “of course there is no sugar, they have real fruit!”. So I went to meet Pam, and we started eating all of the popsicles because they would have melted otherwise. When we got to the last one, Pam read the box, and it said the popsicles had Splenda in them and that people with weak constitutions that eat too many may experience a mild laxative. I thought 6 popcicles each wasn’t too many, plus I don’t have a weak constitution. No big deal, right? WRONG. Tenderly Dead Wrong. Or more like tenderized poop wrong.
About an hour later Pams stomache started hurting. Then about 20 minutes after that, mine started hurting and we started walking home. I ran home and sat on the can with explosive diarrhea for about an hour total (two half hour bursts, and I mean bursts). I was afraid to go anywhere, so I ended up watching Scarface.
Apparantly, Pam and I aren’t the only ones who got the runs.
