Just a quick update to say that unfortunately all my Flickr Pro gifts are gone. A little bit of giver’s remorse too, because the first guy I gave one to didn’t even say thank you…or anything.

I still have something like 34 Gmail invites to give away, though. If you’re still using Hotmail or Yahoo for mail, you don’t know what you’re missing. Gmail has about half a dozen great features the other guys don’t have, but the spam filtering capabilities alone are worth an account–it doesn’t miss a thing. It’s awesome. Sometimes people freak out about how it makes little ads from the words in your email, but I couldn’t care less and actually it’s fun the play with this concept (use your imagination). Anyway, Gmail ads are barely noticable.

The husband can’t believe I am voluntarily listening to Joni Mitchell. “When I met you, you were listening to Nine Inch Nails…what’s happened to you?” he said with an amused smile. Getting old I guess…I really have no other answer. Unless you count Napster. P2P and a broadband connection have expanded my musical tastes in ways I never would have imagined. Anyway, Bruce plopped the CD on my desk to prove he had it, but I had already downloaded the whole thing via Soulseek, because I had assumed if he did have it it would be in vinyl form. He’s old-school like that. (Or as my sister would say, “No, just OLD.”) Songs I like: “California” and “River.”

I had no idea that Beck had been sucked into the Scientologist cult. I suppose this explains some of his refusal to talk about his private life. When “Sea Change” came out, everybody was taken by surprise that he even had a girlfriend, let alone broke up with one.

So sad…as Clem wrote, “I used to want to marry this man!!” He stayed in Los Angeles too long.