again with the favorite android apps

Edited April 14, 2009: I added another one…

It’s been a long while since my last list of favorite apps, so I guess it’s time to make a new one.

Let me start off by saying that I am not what you would call an early adopter.  I am not one to look for all the bleeding edge apps, and I could care less if I get the first post on the reviews.   With that said, here is a list of the apps that I am using constantly.  

my favorite g1 apps

When I first got my G1, I thought “goody for all the apps!”  Of course, not wanting to load my new toy with junk, I looked long and hard at all of the app reviews.  From what I can tell, every major review was posted shortly before the release of the G1.  Why do I say this?  Well, it seems that most of the must-have apps are also must-have-been-nice apps.  

Seems that Google did a little house cleaning before setting up the Android market.

Inasmuch as I would have liked to have a retinal scan available, I am making due with what is there.  Let me tell you, there isn’t a whole lot.  Don’t get me wrong, there are things being added every day (and believe me when I say that I am looking).  I guess I was hoping that what was there would be more… I don’t know. Useful?

Quote of the week: Keli Goff

Thank goodness for Eliot Spitzer. Or at least, I am guessing that is what the Clinton campaign is saying. With his fall from high, the news is focusing a teeny bit less attention on the comments of my former hero, Geraldine Ferraro:

If Obama was a white man, he would not be in this position. And if he was a woman (of any color), he would not be in this position. He happens to be very lucky to be who he is. And the country is caught up in the concept.

If that wasn’t bad enough, Ms. Ferraro followed it up with this:

Racism works in two different directions. I really think they’re attacking me because I’m white. How’s that?

And this:

If anybody is going to apologize, they should apologize to me for calling me a racist.

And her resignation letter:

The Obama campaign is attacking me to hurt you. I won’t let that happen.

I think that’s enough of that. With all of the commentary flying fast and furious in every which way, my favorite remark was delivered by Democratic analyst Keli Goff:

The real crime in all this was not the initial statement. It was how she behaved afterwards. You know, people tend to give the benefit of the doubt, to allow people to explain the context and what have you. And to come back and say that she’s the victim after making such… It was like she inserted one foot in her mouth, Dan, and was so hungry she had to go for the second. It’s ridiculous.

Word Keli. At some point, Hillary needs to take Gerry aside in a calm and rational manner and tell her to “SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!”

bitchslapping compliments – Part 3

Finishing up all those half-hearted entries, I bring to you a follow-up to Miss Boom Boom’s follow-up, part three of the back-handed compliment series:

do not disturb…

On occasion, those who know and love me ask why I blog. Valid question. I have boiled it down to five reasons:

1. Practice writing – Lord knows I need it.
2. Vent about politics – My nearest and dearest don’t seem to share my enthusiasm.
3. A quick word to those I heart – A little less invasive than a mass email.
4. Message in a bottle – Mostly unnecessary blather that is of little interest to anyone within my circle but outside of my brain

Which brings us to reason number five. This, perhaps more than anything else, is the true reason:

just because I can’t…

It seems that there are a lot of single people in my world these days. People are breaking up at a breakneck pace, looking for love, or just plain bored. Now, I can’t say that I really understand it. For the most part everyone is charming, cute and a wit to boot. Even more confounding, they are looking to me for a bit of help.  Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I have so many charming, cute and witty friends, I should guess.

So to all those I love and cherish, here is the deal. Tell me what you want, and I will see if I’ve got one lying around. We are working with the “take a penny, leave a penny” philosophy.

Find me on facebook, and I’ll see what I can do.

As for myself, I am off of the market.

need a little advice…

Someone’s feet stink. 

While I might be prone to hyperbole, I can honestly say that it’s the sixth worst smell I’ve ever encountered.  Literally.

We were watching TV when I first noticed it.  I thought that it might be me.  Mortified, I scrubbed my feet all the way to lemony freshness. Returning to the scene of the crime, I realized.  No.  This pungent aroma emanates from another source. 

Ugh.  The smell.  It’s the kind stench that takes up residence in your nostrils, and adds an extension throughout the rest of your nasal cavity.  No exaggeration.  Worst of all, it got in my mouth.  I gargled for a good ten minutes trying to get clean.  Nauseating.  Simply nauseating. 

I was hoping that it was a one shot deal.  I’ve said it before, and I will say it again.  If hope is a thing with feathers, my thing flew the coop.  My luck, it’s probably a chronic,  summer stink, or maybe a glandular thing.  Either way, his absolute ignorance of the tang is mind boggling.  

Can he not smell that?  I mean, really!  Does he think that I can’t?!  Did I mention that he likes to put the duo of rankness on the coffee table?  Good grief.

So how does one kindly let someone they know and love that their feet either need to be decontaminated, or hacked off and tossed in with the rest of the rotting compost?  Let me know.  Meanwhile, I’ll be waiting over here. 

Gagging.