I Have A Livejournal?

...rather, a computer algorithm thinks so after I fed it 800 or so words from my other livejournal posts.

Here's an explanation from the site by the person who wrote the little script:

The computational linguists behind the algorithm, Koppel and Argamon, took a bunch of fiction and looked for trends based on gender. Using complicated formulas, they determined that male writers tended to write more about specific things like an apple, a book, or the car. In contrast, female writers wrote about connections to things like my apple, your book, or our car. The nouns themselves (apple, book, car) didn't matter much but the preceding qualifier, whether an article (a, an, the) or possessive (my, your, our), did.

Further comment and analysis on this algorithm has suggested that different writing situations demand different styles, resulting in fluctuating scores from even the same writer. Which is probably why the author of the Gender Genie site says that "I [...] believe that the Genie works no better than the flip of a coin."

Not like that matters anyway, go dig out something you've written and waste some time. It's what the Internet was made for.

_{For the record, of course, this post is rated securely into the 80% "masculine" range.}

My New Best Friends, originally uploaded by Scuddr.

The great thing about convenience stores is they're right there when you're feeling sick and need some good friends to accompany you though the night.

Happy Birthday, originally uploaded by Scuddr.

Well, I don't have any cake or candles, so here's a Pocket PC. Happy Birthday, kerobaros.

I should be playing this, not posting about it on the Internet!

I have finally joined the rest of modern society and got myself a digital camera. A rather nice one, at that.

I had just turned on the automation system that plays Jazz through the whole night, and I'm about ready to take the final readings on the amplifiers and equipment on the radio station before I leave when the phone lights up.

"Could you play... uh... uhmmmmm... uh uh... Ludacris?"

Let's pause for a moment and review:

• I play "Christian music" on a Christian radio show called "The Light" every Sunday.
• The Hip-hop/Rap show is on Friday and Saturday evenings and is called "Party Lights."
• I had played some Hip-hop and an advertisement for "Party Lights"...about 45 minutes ago at this point.
• Since my show had finished, there is jazz playing in the background right now.

So I kindly tell this poor confused person that I'm about to leave and I can't play anything because it's an automated system that's playing now. She seems a little confused, but accepts my apology.

After I go to take the readings on the equipment, I burst out laughing and can't stop.

Update: After browsing around AudioScrobbler, I noticed that there was a band called "Luti-Kriss" that was linked to some other Christian metal bands. A little googling revealed that they're on the Solid State Records website, but apparently they've changed their name to Norma Jean now, probably to avoid confusion with the infamous rapper (while confusing AMG, which thinks Norma Jean is also a Country singer and a Disco vocalist). I may try to track down some recordings from their first album to appease the masses. It looks like it's time to brush up on my trivia.

Which File Extension are You?

Heck yeah! Open container formats 4 lyfe.

Which OS are You?

I might be able to live with this... Sometimes I'm a bit underwhelmed with Windows Mobile.

So, I'm watching the webcast archive of the debate between Jack Valenti and Lawernce Lessig, and while Valenti no longer is the president of the MPAA, perhaps he should accept this new title:

Things started out briskly tonight at WUEV, when I got an earful from a caller because she wanted to hear a request that she made. Unfortunately that DJ left not two minutes before the call, and either had the CD that the caller wanted to hear in her personal collection, or no one within 50 miles of the station has that CD, and the caller believed that some divine act of God would make this Holy CD appear in front of me (since the last DJ didn't make any mention of or effort to give me the CD) to fulfill her request for gospel music during the 'hard rock' hours of the show. This did not satisfy her in the least, but I was able to hang up after dismissing her with a kurt "thank you."

Smoother seas lay ahead, however, a I got down to the nuts and bolts of DJing - making lots of mistakes (okay, maybe only three mis-cues and a possible FCC violation), shying away from the microphone (I'd say I'm mastering the art of 30-second interludes), and playing some kick-ass music.