Piles of Junk

I've just spent a hungover half hour browsing the IR Apps category in PalmGear, looking for toys for my new phone. There is some unbelieveable crap there, and people expect MONEY for said crap. Jeez. GET A GRIP, PEOPLE.

Rock God

Last night, complete strangers clapped and cheered my air-guitar rendition of Sweet Child O' Mine. I rule, you know.