Message in an iPhone

I found a way to become even more antisocial with my new DirecTV DVR because now there are lots of ways to kill time and hide inside without being bored at home. It’s not about what’s on right now, it’s about what’s on the recorder. I even see ads on TV for movies and wonder how long I have to wait to see them on my HUGE 23″ HDTV. I can be a special kind of hermit. Not too different than the kind of hermit I am already but now I can use a SATELLITE.

Technology is speaking to me. I know it’s just a coincidence but both of my iPods played the same song last night. My iPhone on shuffle played Lovin’, Touchin’, Squeezin’ by Journey as I was finishing up my mopping. When I got to my car, the next song on my iPod mini was Lovin’, Touchin’, Squeezin’. If I were a believing man, I’d take this as some kind of sign, but what sign is it? Maybe I’m supposed to count the number of “Na’s” in the “Na, na, na nah, nana”, etc, and use that as some sort of numerical goal, but what goal would that be? The number of pull-ups I can do in a 24-hour period? I’d rewind the song and start counting but there are a BOATLOAD of “na”s in that song.

I think my back is feeling better, too. I didn’t have a sharp stabbing back pain — a good sign — but it was kind of sore all day long. I went to the gym anyway and did lighter weight for the workouts and now it’s feeling better. I may be deluding myself, but I’m hoping it all resolves itself soon.

In case you were wondering, I counted 154 “na”s in that song. I’m up late because my buddy Il told me I had to watch the episode of House I have on my DVR. I think it could have waited a couple of days, but it was good.