The first time I watched this 7 frame film of a girl turning into a Coke machine, I knew I was going to have to watch it again. 10 minutes later, I'm wondering why I've spent 10 minutes watching a Chinese girl turn into a Coke machine.
Tori invited me to join Friendster today (and I joined). Joining Friendster in August 2003 is akin to becoming an Ozzy fan because you saw this show on MTV, The Osbornes. I know I'm jumping onto a bandwagon that is primed to start a death spiral into suck. But I hop on anyway at least a full year after it's fashionable to join. I've already missed all the cool stuff including my chance to buy the t-shirt proving that "I heard of them first" and the right to say, "Man, I was in Friendster when there were just 3 of us".
I have been reading a book about self-organizing social structures. It's like uh ra-ah-yain on your wed-ding day.