There currently is a bug I encountered with the Last.FM Android app in which it causes the current music player to only play the first few seconds of tracks as it skips through them, scrobbling away. This is not only annoying; it renders your music player unusable and results in tracks getting scrobbled that you would not scrobble normally. Fortunately there is a solution to this, found in the Android app A Simple Last.FM Scrobbler. This application serves one purpose and serves it well: adding scrobbling functionality to your favorite music player. It doesn't mess with the playing of tracks and it doesn't scrobble tracks you don't want it to scrobble (assuming of course you do not listen to these tracks all the way through.
When going through the archives of this website, pay attention to the blog author. There are posts here by me, Jonquil, and there are some old posts here by FreeTrafficSystem from when I was trying out their automatic content system. The articles I got from them were mostly junk, and when you flame me for them all you do is get laughter from me because while you're flaming me for "my" stupidity I'm laughing at you for your stupidity in not paying attention to who the author of the article was.
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"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."
-St. Augustine
Image by lionpro2006 via Flickr"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."
-St. Augustine
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An angel crashes
Feathers all abound
And burns
Down to grey ash on the ground
An angel once cast from heaven
Is now reborn
Awaiting her grand return
The eternal phoenix
As the master has created
The virgin Venusian mother smiles again
A new creation awakes with the sun
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Feathers all abound
And burns
Down to grey ash on the ground
An angel once cast from heaven
Is now reborn
Awaiting her grand return
The eternal phoenix
As the master has created
The virgin Venusian mother smiles again
A new creation awakes with the sun
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