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I was browsing the internets the other day when I happened upon the news that Nintendo’s releasing new colors of their mega-sized DSi XL in Japan. They look pretty fantastic (I’m especially diggin’ on that yellow one).

The video reminded me how much I love the smurf blue DSi. It kinda reflects my odd taste, and I dig that. Sadly the digital tool that reflects my odd digital tastes the most is boring on the outside. My smartphone. The 2010 smartphone is a decidedly black, white, and grey affair. Well consider this my call to arms. For color. My call for color if you will (clever, right?).

Call me crazy or perhaps too innocent, but I get a kick out of riding the CTA trains. There’s something about public transportation that makes me feel so important. It’s 7:10am on a weekday morning, and there I am, standing on a platform scattered with yuppies and working folk. With my coffee thermos in one hand (insert shameless plug for @betacup here) and scrolling my iPod playlist with the other, I try to contain my excitement as the Purple Line train to the Loop screeches to a halt and the humdrum, two-tone “L”-bell greets me. But I get the feeling that I am a part of the minority, as evident by these cantankerous Chicagoans. (See: “The CTA sucks my left ass cheek.”)

It got me wondering: how do the always-candid employees here at Denuo feel about the “L”? And, being the creative innovators they are, what kind of ideas do they have for improving the ride? I began my research by asking everyone to give me three adjectives that describe their relationship with the “L”.  Below are the top six adjectives:

No one else did it. So we had to.

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I try really really hard on Sunday’s not to think about work, at all.  It’s my day for sleeping in, Yoga and catching up on the DVR.  It is also the only night that I actually watch television programing in close to real-time.  I’m a die hard Amazing Race fan and literally get a little sick to my stomach with anticipation of each new episode.

That is important to know only because it so happens that I extended the record time on Amazing Race this season and have by default, also been recoding and watching Undercover Boss.  Now before you judge, please take solace in the fact that I’m not an American Idol fan.  My reality television viewing has only included two shows up till now (Deadliest Catch premiers tomorrow night, don’t miss it!).  That said, I failed miserably last night at separating church and state by finding inspiration and crying real tears while watching the final episode of the season of Undercover Boss–now you can judge.

I knew I was late to the game on Hoarders, A&E’s  “look inside the lives of two different people whose inability to part with their belongings is so out of control that they are on the verge of a personal crisis,” so I watched it over the weekend. I was smirking as the show came up and the initial interviews with the subjects began.  Initial shots of their homes revealed stacked up boxes, stuffed animals, guns in open cases, and– in one home– a computer tucked away down a meandering walk-lane made of detritus.  I happened to have my laptop open and glanced at my screen.

And then I became afraid.