I remember when I was younger, my parents allowed me to watch PG-13 movies before I turned 13, and Rated R movies before I turned 17. I remember hearing cuss words and seeing violence that my friends and I would talk about while waiting for our turn at tetherball. When I got home from class I’d kill King Koopa then shoot ducks with my Nintendo gun. Never once did I kill a fellow classmate, nor attempt to kill one. Watching movies and playing games were just that to me.
A recent survey has shown that parents are aware of video game ratings yet disregard them. Some may feel that it’s poor parenting to give a 15 year old child Doom 3 which is rated for 18+ year olds. But I think that it’s poor parenting when a 15 year old can’t handle playing a game rated for 18+ year olds. In this scenario the parent has 15 years to teach one simple concept of “this is a game, and it is not real life”, if they fail to do so, I cannot blame a video game for a child’s poor judgment. My optimistic view of the statistics here may be based on my personal experience only, but then again, isn’t that how everyone sees the world?
When I read articles like this I shed a small tear. For each wireless network that goes down an angel loses it’s wings, or something similar depending on your beliefs and religion. Orlando has lost it’s magic, and I’m not talking basketball.
In casual conversation about iPods (one of my few normal conversation topics) I have often been asked about wireless headphones. iPodlounge has reviewed a pair of Logitech iPod specific wireless headphones. These aren’t the first of their kind, and don’t really tickle the fancy of the iPodloungers. They do however give you a good idea what goes into wireless headphones and the other products that they’ve tested.
I live in San Francisco. There is no free parking here what so ever. Either you own a spot, rent a spot, or feed the meter. I find that between the Laundromat and the parking meters I’m always changing dollar bills for quarters. Sometimes I have to park in a vacant meter, run to a liquor store to buy a snack or soda, and ask for quarters. I fear that I could get caught one day parking in an expired meter. If only I could pay for the meter with something besides my laundry money. In Coral Gables, a Miami suburb, 4,573 parking meters allow you to
Politics in Iran make me love being in America. I get a few emails a week making fun of President Bush or decisions that the government has recently made. I’m not saying that I support or back these jokes. I do however, appreciate the fact that I can receive these and not get prosecuted. Sometimes I forget that people died in order for us to be able to joke.
In College I used to date a girl who lived about 50 miles away. We got along really well, we could talk on the phone for hours at a time. That’s what killed my pocketbook. Back in the mid-nineties only local calls were free. The fact that she was out of my area code made her call a local-toll call, which usually ended up in $100+/month in phone calls. It’s much easier nowadays with mobile phones offering free long distance throughout the country, but you still pay a flat rate for a certain number of minutes.
I never thought I’d see the day when Norton or McAfee had protection for your phone. That day still isn’t here, but 

When I was a kid, McDonald’s was a treat. I find it hilarious that my reward for good grades (my choice, not my mother’s) was dinner at McDonalds. “I worked hard and deserve a reward, how about some cheap unhealthy food!?. Gee Thanks mom.” Needless to say, happy meals made me happy. After I turned 14, I realized that McDonald’s wasn’t reward food, but more like broke college student at 2:00am food.