Hey, There, Delilah, Where the F Does the Comma Go

I recently discovered Pandora Radio. Where recently discovered Pandora Radio means recently lost my earbuds and broke my iPod.

Pandora is intelligent internet radio. Where intelligent means the fucker is sure I should like the Beatles and internet means free is cheaper than a new iPod.  Here's how Pandora works. Step 1: you go to www.pandora.com and type in a song you like. Like, let's say, Hey There, Delilah.

Shut up, haters.

Fine, you type in a song you like, like, say, Banana Pancakes. And Pandora does some database mining and decides to start you off with something similar, like, um, Hey, There Delilah. Where database mining means like anyone knows what that means and starts you off with Hey There Delilah means shut up, haters.

And then, step 2: if you like Hey, There; Delilah you click the thumbs up and Pandora adjusts her playlist to give you more songs like that and if you don't like Hey, There, Delilah, Where the F Does the Comma Go you click the thumbs down and it puts you in the data mine as a hater. Just saying.

So. Anyway. I like Pandora. Most of the time. I don't like Pandora when she's all what do you mean thumbs down the Beatles? Let's try Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. And I'm all yeah, no, Pandora, thumbs down to that too. And Pandora's all wtf? Who doesn't like the Beatles? Let's try I Want to Hold Your Hand. And I'm all yeah, still no.

But I do like Pandora. Much of the time. But I don't like Pandora when she's all well, everyone likes Bob Dylan. And I'm all oh, hellza no, I don't like Bob Dylan, thumbs down. And Pandora's all fine! I give up! You get The Fray and like, Katy Perry. Loser.

Stupid intelligent internet radio.