Holding onto the wagon with my fingertips

Well, sadly, it didn't take long for me to slip back into bad habits. I've had my head in the code for the last 8 days or so, and haven't given anything else a second thought. This might take some work.

Since I don't have anything else to post about, here's an update on YouTube commercials:

There's been a middle-aged Italian woman telling me that if I take her online course, I can get any woman I want to sleep with me. There's also a Yank who reckons I can increase my sperm count by washing my balls with his special soap. Like I said before, I'd love to see what my Google advertising profile actually looks like.

In any case, there is one ad I've been getting that I've found to be legitimately repulsive. It features an obese woman dancing around in her underwear while eating ice-cream, as a smooth-talking voice-over tells the audience that they should stop watching what they eat, stop exercising, and just do the things in life that make them feel good.

There was a time when I probably would have found this ad funny and charming. Now, I hate it. I hate the message. Stop trying, woman. Give up. Admit defeat, and wallow in shallow, short-term chemical pleasure. Have another drink, wino. Pop another pill, junkie. There's more happiness to be found in consuming product than there is in reaching a goal you had to work hard to reach. I dunno. Maybe I'm just getting old and grouchy.

Anyway, I never found out what that song was I was looking for. But I did discover this which has been on high rotation for the past week. I usually listen to trance music when I'm working. Usually it's just background noise, but this one's a little bit catchier than most. If you're into that sort of stuff.

I see it's now a quarter past midnight, so I'll come back and reply to comments in the morning. Pinkie swear.