Sail on, Silver Girl...

I have proof. It's true. I have proof that my iPod has musical taste. And right now, Poddy (as I've elected to call him) really likes Simon & Garfunkel.

This weekend, I created three playlists, appropriately titled "Kate's Stuff," "Matt's Stuff" and "Paul's Stuff." Paul likes rock/punk/metal. Matt like trippy shit. And my tastes span the two, which makes neither Matt nor Paul happy.

So on the way into work, I loaded up Kate's Stuff and put it on shuffle. At first, it was so benign. "Cecilia, you're breaking my heart..." Okay, yeah. I can dig this. I start singing along. The song fades out, and what fades in? "I'm sitting in the railway station, got a ticket for my destination..." Hmm, weird. I check the shuffle feature and laugh it off. THEN it's "Bye bye love, bye bye happiness..." And I freak out. You've made your point, Poddy. I switch playlists to one called "Strangelove," and the rest of the commute is copacetic.

When I get in the office, I grab a pen and start calculating. I even call Paul to double check my numbers. There are 510 songs in "Kate's Stuff," of which four are sung by Simon & Garfunkel. The odds of three of them playing in a row are something like 1 in 5,527,125.

You have better odds of being struck by lightning and odds of dying by legal execution. I think I'm going to let Poddy buy a lottery ticket.

And in strangely related news ...

My workstation's in on it too. Today, a transformer blew out, causing a fan, a heater, a microwave, a Coke machine, and two computers to completely bork. When power was restored, a fan, a heater, a microwave, a Coke machine and one computer came back on.

When mine booted, I found that the majority of my sectors were dead. (Or as I was telling my tech-unsavvy coworker, "My computer is now a few fries short of a Happy Meal.") Fortunately, everything of importance was on the network, and I've managed to move some personal files there, too. It made me feel like I was playing Truth or Truth: "If you were in a burning building and could only save five items, what would you pick?" You mean you're going to make me choose between my Penny Arcade, SinFest and Venture Brothes wallpapers? You evil creature!

Eh, it was an apropos way to top off weeks of SQL work (14 of the last 22 work days have been programming instead of editing). I e-mailed my boss this afternoon: "We have reached the point in our program where the Data Goddess crumples on stage, singing a woeful aria and longing for a hero to sweep her away from her nemeses -- the Evil Database and its minions, the Numbers That Make No Sense."

What can I say? Me 'n' technology, we're tight, man. Hardcore. Anyway, peace and love. (By the way, now that it's not my anniversary anymore, nobody has to listen to Cher when they call me! w00t!)