My seventh grade US History teacher, Mr. Boshko, told us all if the first thing we said at the beginning of a new month was "rabbit rabbit rabbit" we would have better than average luck during the upcoming month.

I always thought Mr. Boshko just made that up, but wikipedia says otherwise. I also typically forget to recite the charm at the beginning of the month. Occasionally I'll remember, as I did an hour ago, and so I expect March to have some big dividends. And if it doesn't, I'm going to find three rabbits and take my frustration out on them. March won't be unlucky for just me then...


I purchased an iPhone yesterday. That pretty much takes me from one end of the phone spectrum to the exact opposite. Two years ago, I lost my cell while snowboarding (stupidly, I forgot to zipper my coat after I used it on the lift. If I weren't such a crappy snowboarder, I probably wouldn't have lost it, but when you take three to four big tumbles per run, there was no way to know where it had fallen) and replaced it with the absolute cheapest model I could find. I don't really need a super fancy phone, but I wanted it because I kind of really really love playing Scramble.

Ok, I really love playing it.

I see a lot of people with the facebook status "sleeping".

I doubt that.

Although, I'd be interested to see if someone were actually asleep while simultaneously on facebook. Beyond being impressed by their ability to sleeptype, I wonder what implications you could draw from someone's subconscious being able to work with facebook's interface. I don't think they're too many people out there like that anymore- I've observed people becoming less attached/OCD about facebook and using it more for specific reasons (ie sending a message or starting a group to promote an activity or just straight up stalking. It's interesting then that Gmail seems to be moving in the opposite direction- as facebook becomes more like Gmail, Gmail becomes more like facebook with Buzz and the odd duck that is Wave) as opposed to just bouncing around from page to page.

There are exceptions of course, namely the people who play Farmville. People like Missy Smith. I swear, Miss Smith, if you send me one more invite with a free chicken coop attached or start one more pillow war or whatnot with me, I will tear everything you love in half. Love your farmville accout? Your cat? Your mom? In half, Missy. In half.