Does iTunes “Genius” add data to files?

I’m having an argument with Bryan. He insists that iTunes’ “Genius” feature screws around with metadata in files, including adding a series of numbers and other information in the “comments” field on files.

I tried to show him how none of my files that I’ve used “Genius” with have had any such information added, with only one file even selected (which had come out of an Albumwrap ages ago) had that kind of information in it. Yet he insists that Genius is fouling up his carefully manicured file metadata which he has taken months to perfect.

Does anyone know what the hell is going on with his machine, or what is not going on with mine, to do this?

“FOX YOU OBAMA!”

My Livejournal “friend” Mister Dan Kelly is spending 24 hours watching horror movies to raise money for Barack Obama. Not wishing to let him have all the fun, I’m going to do a horror marathon of my own.

From Noon, Saturday, October 18, through Noon, Sunday, October 19, 2008, I will be subjecting myself to one of the most intense forms of torture known to man. I am prepared to watch Fox “News” for 24 hours straight.

If my goal is reached by Friday the 17th, I will give up my weekend and several hours of much needed sleep that weekend subjecting myself to the horrors of whatever the Fox “News” Channel has to throw at us. I will be liveblogging and Twittering throughout the event to try and provide some comic relief for the whole mess, and if I can lay in enough SD cards, might consider taping parts of the event for posterity.

I’m willing to put my body and my sanity on the line for Barack Obama. Will you do your small part by donating to help make this possible?

Go to http://my.barackobama.com/page/outreach/view/main/foxyouobama and join in the fun. Thank you and spread the word.

Who the fuck is calling from 150622290344

I keep getting this fictitious number calling my Vonage phone claiming “this is your last chance to lower your interest rates.”

Well, they’ve offered me this “last chance” at least 12 times, and I’ve hung up each time.

Today I finally pressed the button to speak to a representative. When I asked her name, she hung up.

Anyone else getting these calls?

Oh, one more “Idiot Box” thing.

Those of you who have been watching and hopefully enjoying “The Idiot Box,” could you please go post a review on iTunes about it? I would appreciate it.

Denise E. from White Haven, Pennsylvania: Why She Sucks

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I came across this review of a recipe on Wegmans’ website:

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Then please tell me, o all knowing, all powerful, Denise E. from White Haven, Pennsylvania why the fuck you felt the need to rate something that you, in your own insane babblings, “cannot rate?”

Fine, you don’t eat red meat. Good for you. You’re less likely to die of heart disease, or have a stroke, or get morbidly obese. Hooray for you. But you know what, some of us do eat red meat, and the fact that we do is none of your fucking business. Got that?

This recipe is for one of my favorite Italian dishes growing up: Beef Braciola. (The word is prounounced “brazhole” for you medigans out there.) Basically, it’s beef stuffed with more beef. It’s delicious, too. I’m sorry that this is one pleasure you’ll never enjoy. It’s sort of like if Zeus himself came down from the firmament and had eighteen hours of wild sex with your tastebuds, it’s that good.

Maybe there’s something in red meat that dampens the “asshole” portion of your brain, because 95% of the most annoying people I’ve ever met have been vegetarians. And that figure doesn’t include Hitler because he would really fuck up the curve, so it’s cutting you militant vegitarians a ton of slack. Not all vegetarians are assholes, mind you, not even most of the vegetarians I’ve met, but all militant vegetarians are assholes. And you, Denise E. from White Haven, Pennsylvania, are obviously positioning yourself for a shot at being Big Chief Crazy Vegetarian Asshole, ruling for all eternity with an iron fist with which you will crush all animal products.

I have one friend who won’t eat pork not because of religious or health reasons but because she cried when she watched Babe and keeps picturing her bacon talking to her. Yet she doesn’t wince when I order a full rack of barbecued ribs, or her sister gets a bacon cheeseburger. She made her choice, and we respect that. Likewise, she respects our decisions to eat whatever the fuck we want as long as we’re willing to live with the possible health consequences.

You don’t like red meat. Fine. But the presence of red meat does not lessen the quality of a recipe. That’s what rating something on a website “1 star” suggests; it’s a way for users to warn others “this recipe is shit - don’t try it.” This recipe isn’t shit. Or maybe it is, I don’t know, I haven’t tried this particular recipe yet, but if it is you have no way of knowing if it is or not because you’ve never tried it.

The next time you see a recipe that has something you don’t eat in it, maybe you should just page past that recipe and shut up. It’s people like you that other people invent dirty misogynistic terms for. Shut up and go away and let me do my grocery shopping in peace.

Idiot Box Episode 2 - For those who have been patiently waiting.

At long last….

…”Dragnet” is in the can. Rendering the final product right now. This one and episode 5 have been the ones that have plagued us the most to date, but this one is finally done and I’m rather pleased with how it turned out. I think you will like it when it comes out on Friday.

Hey, Palin, learn to proofread.

This is the greatest thing since the Daily Journal printed a story with the headline “Insert 38pt headline here” years ago.

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(Kudos to Wonkette for catching this one.)

Blog/LJ icon for those so inclined.

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To my readers: I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.

To the readers of “The New Adventures Of Queen Victoria:”

I am so sorry for having inflicted, even in jest, Sarah Palin upon you for the past seven days.

After only making it about seventeen minutes into tonight’s Vice Presidential debate, I finally understand what all of you folks must have been going through reading the strip this week.

The smugness, the arrogance, the vacant stare behind the eyes as she addressed everything to the camera, the evasion, and wost of all that smirk in her voice that makes you want to rip the hammer and anvil bones out of your hed and use them to pound your eardrum until it stops tormenting you so….

I am sorry for having inflicted this woman upon you.

Saturday her head explodes, and that is the last time she will ever be seen in my strip. I apologize again for the horrors I have subjected you to, and will try to make amends.

Thank you.

Pab Sungenis.