Flocking.

At Rachel’s suggestion, I decided to go ahead and download Flock, a new “social” web browser that goes beyond the regular protocols and travels that extra mile to consolidate a given user’s social networking universe together into a single all-in-one browsing environment. And to that end, it’s proven incredibly impressive and useful; one can incorporate most all Web 2.0 gems into their browser and connect that much quicker and easier.

Drag-and-drop file sharing, embedded blogging tool (which I’m trying out right now), and media searching/browsing capabilities the likes of which I’ve never seen. As I told her, I don’t think I really realized how much Microsoft had been dropping the ball until I decided to give Flock a try. I mean, I’ve never had any issue with IE, and haven’t so much as batted an eye in the direction of Firefox or anything else. But Flock is very impressive, and seemingly poised to make a huge dent in Intertubular browsing.

I think even users that don’t have all the social networks would benefit from the browser – it’s very simple to use. My only peeves so far? I think they might as well incorporate Myspace as well, seeing as they have most everything else. And so far it seems as though Flock doesn’t mix with Yahoo! Games. I generally play games there to kill time, and a few attempts at a couple of favourites were met with failure. Is this a Javascript support issue? Hmm…

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Ways I’ve Let Down Popular Musicians.

By John Moe | McSweeney’s Internet Tendency

Disappointed Chrissie Hynde by continuing to sob.

Permitted sun to go down on Elton John, thus failing him.

Failed to heed warning to stop in the name of love, broke Diana Ross’s heart.

Was cruel to a heart that was true, much to the chagrin of Elvis Presley.

Stopped prior to getting enough, despite urging to the contrary by Michael Jackson.

Spoke even when told not to by Gwen Stefani.

Stopped believin’, let go of the feelin’, thereby enraging Steve Perry.

Clutched it too tightly, lost control, resulting in tersely worded letter from .38 Special.

Said “never”; Romeo Void merely shook their heads sadly.

Got together with only a few people, made no effort to love one another, received awkward phone call from the Youngbloods.

Monkees left at the station with only their worries after I missed the last train to Clarksville.

Failed to feel the noize, which doesn’t seem like my fault, but Quiet Riot was still peeved.

Stayed perfectly sane, leaving Prince to go crazy by himself, which actually worked out best for everyone.

Went changing to try to please Billy Joel. Total fiasco.

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