As I discovered on the flight to Toronto. All “Eagles” tracks on the beloved iPod are now classed as “Beach Boys” tracks. Makes for one very odd playlist, let me tell you!
Anyway, a teeny tiny Roast this week. I blame jet lag and my currently jaded outlook on life. It’s taking a lot to impress and/or amuse me at the moment and, as those are the criteria that must be met to gain entry into the Roast, it’s understandable only a few things make it through. Enjoy anyways 🙂
ProBlogger has a great piece on whether RSS is the downfall of building relationships on blogs? Personally, I’d rather have the option of RSS than not have the option – I just don’t have the time to check in manually on each and every blog/site I read. At the same time, I do know that reading in the RSS reader makes me even less likely to comment, so perhaps there’s a point to the argument. How about you lot – do the pros of RSS outweigh the cons? Do you even use RSS? Does using RSS make you less likely to comment? Minimize the relationship you have with a site? What does it take to make you interact? (I know there’s at least 15 of you out there who subscribe to the RSS feed, so now is the time to make yourself heard, and I am genuinely curious).
Apparently, people using search engines stop looking at the third page of results. Yeah, this feels true, unless I am looking really hard for something. I’m teaching Curly Durly how to use the Internet at the moment, and I doubt she’s even aware of the existence of a second page of results, let alone a third, or fourth, page.
A little warning for all you Windows
freaks fans who are champing at the bit to get Vista – make sure your new pc can actually cope with it. Vista is going to need a high-spec machine. From all accounts, a very high-spec machine.
And to round off the week, something from the delectable danah all about the trials and tribulations of being notable on Wikipedia. It sure is a screwed up universe when something Bill O’Reilly says is taken as more true than something the person them self says.