Sleep Spent

...that Michael Phelps is hot?

Stephen has brought up an interesting point. It’s something I’ve been thinking about for awhile, but I haven’t gotten around to doing it.

What if the Song of the Week was part of the blog, so people could post comments about each song?

There are two drawbacks as I see it. One, it is currently impossible to see a list of blog posts in a certain category. “Song of the Week,” for instance. I would like to set this up, but I haven’t yet. The other problem is that it would likely be difficult to make a list as compact as the SOW table is. You can see 2.5 years of picks on one page, all at once. There are lots of people who search for something unrelated to the current SOW on Google, but stumble across the page and download the current stuff anyway. I’d like to encourage that.

Hmmm. Thinking about it now, it would be totally feasible to tack that list onto the end of the generated page, and to keep the generated content compact... I think I’ll probably be able to leverage MT to handle this feat. This would keep everything on the same page, and even (most likely) in the same place, so Google will remain happy.

Thanks for the inspiration, Stephen! I’ll see what I can do.

Today I realized that I needed to get a haircut before Rob’s wedding. And I wanted at least a couple of days for the cut to grow in, so I wanted it done right away. Of course, I decided this at 7:00, which seems to be the magic closing time of all barbers.

Having had a bad experience last time I went to the closest SuperCuts, I wanted to go somewhere else. I started calling around and got several answering machines.

Then I reached a woman at one place. She said that they closed at 7, but that she would give me a haircut if I went down there. I told her I’d be there in 15 minutes. I had an address, which I put into Mapquest, but it turned out there was a North and a South Blaney Ave. So I started at the north end and drove all the way to the south end, enduring several false positives. If I had been smart I would have written down the address and barber name, but I didn’t. By the time I’d seen 4 different salons (none of them the right one, and none of them open), the words “beauty,” “hair,” and “salon” had mixed themselves up in my mind, so I wasn’t even sure what I was looking for.

And then, success! At about 7:25 I pulled into a strip mall, and there was a woman sitting at the desk of an empty salon. The address was 10793 S. Blaney Ave. “This must be it,” I thought.

The first clue was that the sign said they closed at 7:30.

When I told her I was the one who had called, she seemed confused, but then offered to give me a haircut. I was sure this was the place; the address number was SO what I remembered! Out of ideas, and in need of a haircut, I agreed, and she did a great job. I’m very pleased. I thanked her, paid and left.

When I got back home this evening, I took a look at the reciept for the salon I went to and compared it to the Yellow Pages where I got the other address from. I went to 10793, but I had called 10791!

Don’t I feel like a schmuck.