The Internet finds me great things:
AL! One of my world's favorite people. Read this. It's awesome.
This is actually in print. With a crappy cover but oh well. OMG.
You mean this is actually finally going to come out someday? And it's CHEAP?!
Is it bad that I want all of these? It is, isn't it? OK, I'll stop now.
The Sidekick II is dead. Long live the Sidekick III.
(Longer than 11 months, I hope.)
I love my Sidekick II but it's been misbehaving for the last month. It keeps losing its signal until the day I say I'm finally going to take it in to the store, and then it behaves itself. Then I ask the dude if this is some kind of nefarious plan to get me to buy a Sidekick III and he swears no.
I LOVE my Sidekick II. I haven't even had it for year yet because I bought it to copy Jane. Well actually that after I saw hers in person and operational I was like whoa, I want one. So I was a big lame copier, but also that we don't live in the same place anymore :'( so that made it less lame. I think.
But I looooooove my Sideckick II. I don't want to get a Sidekick III because they're only updated in ways I don't need, and they're not all bulky and huge which I LIKE, and plus mine is all nice and chipped up and broken in, now I'm afraid quite literally so. I can't even justify getting one for the limited edition versions that just came out because the limited edition ones quite frankly suck.
So what happened today is my bottle of eyeglass cleaner popped open and totally soaked the LCD screen of my Sidekick II and it looks like some kind of 3D lenticular rendering of a Robert Motherwell Elegy which is kinda awesome but at the same time does not lend itself well to the cellular phone and messaging device experience.
I'll see if the hair dryer helps it but if not it'll be my least durable cell phone ever. It's only the third phone I've ever had in eight years. But it's also the only phone I've ever used nearly every single day I've had it, so I guess that counts for something.
Now if I get a new one and THAT one keeps dropping a signal, I'll be oooooooh I will be so heated.
Today was kind of a drag, because each day I work a 9-hour shift and get paid for 8 hours of it -- you know, they tell me I get a break and all that but I never take it -- and somehow I ended up working like 11.5 hours straight. And I don't get paid for that, mind, and won't. I don't get comp time, I don't get overtime, and the work I did is certainly all for nothing. And now I'm allowed a generous one-day weekend before I'm back in the office Monday morning after losing an hour to daylight savings.
The sad, sad irony of it all was wearing this T-shirt today. Someone send me back to hustla school.
The good things: Tomorrow is WrestleMania Sunday, so the house is full of WrestleMania snacks. Chris is making some kind of crazy thing in the crock pot for tomorrow and he has provided me with Dutch Crunch and Oreos. This house is LOUSY with Dutch Crunch and Oreos. Spectacular.
Another good thing is KINGS WIN KINGS WIN. WE'RE #8. PLAYOFFS BABY PLAYOFFS. Brad, once again, exhibiting signs of a playoff beard. My stress is lifting just looking at it. You can't see it in this picture, but he's standing next to ICE CUBE!
Oh, OH, and then "Liza With a Z" tonight. It was beautiful. I got to say FOSSE! a lot while watching it, which I always enjoy. AND! she had the most fabulous fake lashes and I sat mesmerized, coveting them. Obscenely long ones.
Suitably inspired, I put on my most outlandish set of lashes (Shu Uemura #79!) and now I'm sitting here in my in my slippers and crazy lashes watching Superman II. C'mon, people, where the party at?
Is it possible to be in love with a pair of sneakers?
Yes. Yes, I think so.
I know I have things to catch up on, but all I really cared about over the last couple weeks is getting some posters framed.
Tonight I surpassed 20,000 songs on my iTunes and didn't even notice it. I'm tired. Through forensic analysis, It appears song #20,000 was "Non-Stop to Brazil" by Astrud Gilberto, from The Shadow of Your Smile (1964). Yay Astrud Gilberto.
I was all set to make a big post, but then I launched ecto and it told me there was an update, so I updated and lost all will to post. UNTIL NOW.
Basically, I'm excited because there's a new Saint Etienne single coming out, and it's here. It's great. It's all about courting death while you're walking home, which is fantastic. "Got cash in my pocket to last the weekend/ And I got features I quite like and don't mind keeping." Sarah's driving a white Mini in the video. It's like some kind of sign!
See, I decided the thing to keep me working is the promise that I might make enough money to buy a Mini. A pepper white Mini Cooper S with black stripes. That is my vision and my motivation.
Also, I have no idea if there's just crazy crime around here, or maybe I just notice it more because I have to deal with it at work on a daily basis. Living in NYC I guess I never paid it much mind, because if it wasn't like completely brutal, it didn't make the news and I never heard about it? Like I'd hear about the homeless dude who smacked people over the head with bricks, or the serial hypo stabbings, or when all those people got murdered at Wendy's and Primal Scream dedicated a song to them when they played at Hammerstein Ballroom.
But here, random fondlings? Bank robberies? Dudes on BMX bikes robbing people on their front lawns at gunpoint? That's everyday stuff everywhere and I think hmm, how strange. Then again, I actually have to pay attention to local crime every day now, so I suppose my views have become a little distorted.
Anyway, this ties into the new Saint Etienne song because I was just thinking about all the dangerous-walking-home scenarios in my life, like riding home on the subway and walking back to my apartment plastered at 4 a.m., alone, and the only time I ever felt threatened was that time the sidewalk was paved with rats like I'd walked into the Secret of NIMH.
I don't feel threatened around here, but should I be? I don't know. I probably should have constantly felt threatened when I was in New York, but when you take the M96 from First Avenue to Broadway in the middle of the night enough times, you begin to think you're immune to everything.
That's kind of what the song is about, I guess. OK. That's what I was trying to get to.
Anyway, this all becomes fascinating when you take into account that some woman got sexually assaulted last week in the middle of the day around Marquette and 8th Street, which is basically the Minneapolis equivalent of raping someone in the middle of Rockefeller Center in broad daylight. It's ludicrous.
Plus double plus, who wants to go near Marquette in the first place? Every other entryway is a frigging parking garage thruway. You will get mowed the F over. Also, the sidewalk is about three feet wide. Give me a break.
Now, what makes this SUPER hilarious is that Metro Transit, or the City, or whatever, decided they're starting this new "experiment" where they're no longer running buses on Nicollet Mall between 6:30 and 11 p.m. on weekdays! Which is perfect timing, you know, because I actually like to take the bus because a) I'm lazy and b) if I walk across town I'll end up buying more shoes at Saks Off Fifth~~~. But that's my own personal problem -- just think of all the hot fun criminal opportunities opening up for everyone else to contend with.
Oh wait, here's the explanation about the bus shutdown business:
It is a test -- designed at the request of the City of Minneapolis and the downtown business community -- to see if the heart of the city could become even more livable by shifting buses to other streets.
I'm supposed to get out of work at 6, but I usually don't, or CAN'T, therefore I'm not able to hop a crosstown bus by 6:30. Therefore my options, if I'm not walking, would be to bus crosstown on Hennepin or on Marquette. Hahaha what?
It's not as bad as all that really -- I just wanted to make that map.
I really should have put little danger skulls around Gaviidae and Marshall Field's, but that would have taken too much effort. (I'm not shopping at Neiman Marcus anymore. We have "issues". You know, "Not putting merchandise in the customer's bag after the customer pays for it" issues.)
Hey look! I made my post after all.
Did you know Crow II is running again? He's right here and he says hi.
I need to do this more often. I need to start doing RBRT again. I need to keep carrying this laptop around where ever I go until all of this becomes like uh, I just sit around here in bed typing and not actually watching anything on TV.
My eMac, Crow II, he's a little unhappy right now. I guess he is jealous of SOL and he kind of stopped working for the time being. Poor Crow II. He's beyond help and I think we have to bring him to a so-called Genius Bar where all the young nerds and skinhead lesbians will say "Uhhh" and eventually figure out to try everything we've already tried, including our own patience har har. Poor Crow II though. He's too young to be going through this.
Tiger didn't do him in, incidentally. I think he just has a bad allergic reaction to something. Poor Crow II.
Do you watch "The Contender"? Love it. Love it. Love it. So awesome.
I am so bored with everyone on American Idol I can't even be bothered to say anything about it. I can't believe it's practically over already. "I'll start writing about it next week ... ohh."
It's raining out right now and it is so awesome.
Speaking of awesome, I found the awesomest thing today. Check it out check it out, National Weather Service RSS feeds for watches and warnings and forecasts and I'm obsessed.
Next we should get a NOAA Weather Radio and make Paul proud.
WTF is CBS making a fake Project Runway with eew, Tommy Hilfiger.
This laptop business is frigging handy. No wonder Crow II is upset.
YAY! We just came back from Le Apple Store. The shipment of Tiger came yesterday so I was already using it, right. The iTunes Art screen saver is BOSS. I can sit and be hypmotized by it all day.
BUT! We went a little mental tonight to the tune of two PowerBooks and two iPods. And I already have one iPod! I love conspicuous consumption! Yay!
I got an iPod mini, 6GB. I NEEDED it. You have to have an iPod devoted just for compilations, see, otherwise when you scroll down the artists list your thumb hurts because there are so many artists who have only like one song. Singles oriented, albums oriented. It's simple really!
Can you tell I've thought about this for months?
I was trying to decide between the green and the pink and I finally settled on the pink because I like the new pink better than the new green. And then I can get one of those Acme Made mini cases in green leather to go with it, right.
I've thought about this for MONTHS!
The PowerBook was a bit of a surprise because I was just going to settle for an iBook eventually but I'm so bad with scrolling and I think the trackpad on PowerBooks is made for fumbly dyslexic people such as I. I can't just put one finger on the trackpad, that's WRONG. So when I try to use an iBook, the cursor just sits there and laughs at me.
But oh! The PowerBook! It's 12"! It's tiny and cute! It's got a SuperDrive even though I don't need it! It's got more RAM than my eMac! It's .33 Ghz faster than my eMac! Did I say it's cute?! It's still in a box and I want to go mess with it!
Then the fun part is the naming. I think I will name him Satellite of Love, because my eMac is named Crow (Crow II actually) and my storage drives are Servo and Gypsy because I am stupid. I was thinking of naming it Timmy after Crow's shadowy evil twin, but that just didn't seem right. My brother's name is Joel. Mike? No. Cambot is just misguided and Deep 13, that's for NERRRRRRRRRDS. Hahahaha irony.
My iPod, that is another case altogether. My big iPod is named Elliott so I needed to name this one after another beloved dead person, so I named him Ochs. Because he's PINK, GET IT?! Hahahahaha oh no that's really not funny. But I thought "Ochs!" and it sounded perfect and I love it.
And then we bought two 12-packs of beer and came home and I hope the Kings don't lose tonight.
Imagine me being able to sit in front of the TV and ramble like this all the time? I am going to be insufferable. YAY!
Holy OMG, we went to Staraoke tonight? WHATEVER DID I DO
"Accidents Will Happen" (Elvis Costello etc.)
"Reelin' in the Years" (Steely etc.)
"We're an American Band" (Grand Funk etc.)
One of these I did for the first time. DO YOU KNOW WHICH ONE IT IS?!
Have you seen the movie "Groupie"? If you have or you haven't you should tell me, because I got it on the DVD and it is fascinating.
Hahahah Bo Bice, who I like to call Bo Butt, hahahahaha suck it~~~~~~
I got Georgie Fame's 20 Beat Classics and Alan Price's A Price on His Head and they're like my new favorite albums. Thank you Germans! You know how to reissue.
I also got the Fantomas special edition CD with the calendar. Which if someone were to ask me what my record store purchases say about me, it would clearly be "I am a sucker."
I tend to babble when I've been drinking.
Work tomorrow? Oh man. NEWS, why can't you STOP HAPPENING.
Love,
Kim!
P.S. the new pair of shoes? Choco cupcake brown Lilly Pulitzer slip-on backless loafers with hot pink trim, 70% off at Saks off Fifth -- F-I-F Fifth -- they're moccasiny delicious.
I need to go to sleep now.
And with the Chris Webber era, so goes my printer.
It's an Epson Stylus Color 600. I got it in 1998, before USB peripherals even existed. It still uses a parallel-to-USB cable. It's beige. It's big. It's ugly. It's freakishly loud. It's served me in four apartments in three states. My ceiling caved in on it once, and I still find plaster chunks in it from time to time, but it never completely wussed out on me ... until now.
I don't think there's ever even been a proper OSX driver for this thing, but I could always rely on the good graces of open source drivers. They're just not doing it anymore. The old thing prints, but ever soooo faintly. More often I just get "printer not responding' or "printer busy" errors. It hasn't cranked out anything remotely professional-looking in months -- my resumes came out looking like Designer Republic posters, and not in a good way -- but if you needed something printed out, it got the job done. Not anymore.
I had to print out a return label the other day and it took five tries and extreme contrast noodling in Photoshop to get the thing to look like something other than a big gray wash. Now I'm trying to get some name-change documents filled out and printed with a copy of my marriage license (I still have an active NYC bank account with actual cash in it, like I figured it would magically close itself and send me my money sometime in the last two years) but hahahaha, no. I could send these things to TDR and they'd proclaim me Graphic Designer of the Future. They're completely illegible and I can't keep wasting paper on stuff I can't use.
I probably would have gone ahead and splurged on a new printer ages ago but I love this crappy old mess. Look at all the stickers on it! You can't even see the secret hidden *NSYNC stickers on the inside. I've printed out glorious job resignation letters on this thing. Ten-page-long e-mails from the boyfriend who is now the husband. A letter to Eliot Spitzer ratting out my former place of employment for its illegal COBRA procedures. We've been through too much together. My heart can't let it go.
But being able to print things again, that'd be pretty nice. Sigh. I fear the time has come, and I must move on.
Me on December 1, 2004: "When exactly did the whole Victorian/pioneer blouse come back in style? I anxiously await the return of boatneck sweaters with dolman sleeves and shoulder pads up to the ears."
Keira Knightley on January 22, 2005:
I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.
Now that we're both working and flush with cash, obviously this is the vehicle by which we should enjoy the fruits of our labors.
This is your chance to own the house that former owner Terry Lewis, the Grammy-winning music producer who helped make Janet Jackson and others famous, built in 1993.
The house, which is on 82 feet of Lake Minnetonka shoreline, has 27-foot ceilings in some rooms. Its more than 25,000 square feet includes 13 bathrooms, two kitchens, nine fireplaces and an elevator, plus a movie theater, recording studio, hair salon, an indoor basketball court, grill room and swimming pool with sauna and spa.
Price: $12 million (startribune.com)
A hair salon? That's the deal-sealer right there.
Polo crests. The deep-V-neck cardigan. GENERRA. This is truly the greatest thing I have seen in many weeks spent ... looking at things.
My friend Kevin recently cleaned out his wardrobe, which, due to his pack rat nature, was crammed with clothes he hadn't worn in more than a decade. Among the discarded were 25 sweaters that can generously be described as "hideous." ... Kevin's defense? "I worked at Marshalls in North Olmsted, Ohio, during high school and got a 15 percent discount. It was cold. It was the late '80s."
Hey I redesigned a little. The title display still keeps coming up a little too slow for my liking but it could be stuff I'm running elsewhere on my computer. I'll try it again. But if it takes a while to come up for you, let me know and I'll F that B up.
You know what I want is one of these. Or maybe I'll just get a cardboard playhouse like I got for Christmas when I was five? One of those Eames Management Chairs would spruce it up nicely. Although if I could afford one of those, I'm sure I could afford my own portable soundproof office. Oh man. I'm gonna DREAM about it.
Karaoke last night. WHAT DID I DO. You bet I did it.
The Sox/Yankees game ended while my brother was singing "Karma Police." Hmm.
I was up all night watching "SCTV" Vol. 2 so now I think I'm ready to take a nap. BYE
The painter has finally come to paint our stairway. This is a very exciting development. In the duplex we have a big, big stairwell leading from the front door up to our apartment, and we have it all to ourselves. This means we have a great expanse of wall space for hanging things, not the least of which is a giant wood-framed beveled mirror that we got from my mom and dad and which is currently taking up a ton of space in a box on our porch. I can't wait to finally get that up. I can't wait I can't wait.
Now if only I was rolling in the chips, I could get a bunch of my one-sheets restored and backed with linen like I've been itching to do for years, and then we could hang those up there too. My folks are in good with the local shop. I'm dying to get my Compulsion and Blonde Bait posters shored up. Can you believe Posteritati is charging $350 for their Compulsion one-sheet? WTF, they are out of their gourds. I paid $20. Good gracious.
There was a KSTP news truck out at the end of our block today. Turns out they did a live remote to talk about Dutch elm and how there are still almost 5,000 trees that need to be taken down. One of those trees is in front of our house. The giant beautiful place at the end of the block has three, I think. That's where they were broadcasting from. All the trees lining the street in front of that house have orange rings painted around them. It's so depressing. I remember bringing home our little baby evergreen rosemary tree a few weeks back, and the city was taking an elm out of our neighbors' back yard. I tried to shield it from the trauma while I brought it in the house, like I was trying to cover its eyes or something. "Don't look! It'll be OK! Don't look!" Poor little trees.
We originally thought the news truck was on our block to show off the hot fall foliage we've suddenly got rolling around here during the weather report, or whatever, but alas, it was for far less happy reasons. I took a picture through our porch window to commemorate it anyway. Pretty pretty pretty.
You could see Christopher's car in the background during the remote, incidentally. Exciting! I should have waved out the window or something, but then I remember how much I hate it when people do that. Yahoos.
Whoa. It's 43º out. It's been this way for hours. When did this happen? It was 70º yesterday, and it was raining like crazy today. I'm gonna have to bring the plants in tonight or else they'll be flash-frozen.
So hey guess what? I got my new phone and my new OGO. Ogooooooooooo. Everything works beautifully. Bless you AT&T Wireless. It's like a lovely miracle. I've been spending the last few hours getting everything activated and SIM-carded and inputting my contacts and all that. You know what I love is not having to input all my old work contacts into anything anymore. That, too, is like a lovely miracle.
Why am I cursed to love gadgets so much. It's terrible. A quick look around my desk and I see my Palm Tungsten, my digital camera, my Ogo, my new phone, the iPod and the DV camera. And a sweet Pablo Pardo desk lamp that I swear I got a good price on, I swear I swear I swear. It matches my eMac. How could I not get it?
So anyway, I need to get locked up for a while, at least until I make enough money to support my bad habits. On a related note, did you know that eLuxury is selling Pucci now? Is someone out there trying to kill me?
I'm eating Froot Loops out of the box. I can't stop it. I think I'll go play with my Ogo for a while and try to calm down. Ogoooooooooooo
So against what will probably turn out to have been my better judgment, I went ahead and switched from AT&T Digital One Rate to AT&T GSM National, or whatever. People across this great nation of ours really seem to hate it, but all the reviews I've read of it locally have been really positive. Also, I've always gotten good reception off of AT&T around here in places where my Sprint and Verizon-carrying family members get like none, so we'll see.
I'm Forever Nokia's Girl so I got one of these. My poor ancient 3360 has been acting up ever since I, uh, dropped it on the concrete repeatedly the day we were getting moved out of California, breaking it into two, three and six different pieces each time. It still works, but it's just a little angry at me. I'm going to miss my bitchin' paisley cover though. Thank goodness this new phone has switchable covers (XPRESS-ON!) — I don't know what I'd do without them. And no camera or video or any of that crap. It does have exciting FLASHING LIGHTS however.
I did the whole thing online since I abhor having to interact with actual humans. I hope that won't turn out to be a Big Mistake. I've been a customer since 1999 and I've been month-to-month for over a year. You'd think that would inspire them to give me a big fat incentive or something. Oh well. It's incentive enough that I'll be paying $20 less per month for the same minutes/free roaming/free long distance as I was getting before with free night and weekend minutes on top of that.
Of course, maybe I'll wind up hating GSM and giving it back before my 30-day trial is up.
Or maybe they'll decide to kill off my 917 number and give me a local one without warning me first.
And maybe they'll keep charging me for two different plans in the meantime. Or forever.
OK, now I'm worried.
I'm still in mourning over this whole Vlade scandal (thank you all for your concern by the way), but if there is one thing that can take my mind off of tragedy and loss momentarily, it is shopping. Check out my badass new sneakers!
$14.99 at Ross ("Dress for Less"), baby. OH HELL YEAH
So last week we broke open two of the Sofia Minis and drank them during Aqua Teen reruns. I think it might have even been right after I made my last post. Also, we ate the matching chocolates. Everything was pretty great! So great that I'm like, I can't even begin to talk about it. But the Sofia is indeed surprisingly delicious, especially considering that it's in a can for goodness sake. And that you drink it through a straw, which is really the best part, because then it hits you like, whoa. I like to think I haven't recovered from it until now.
I kept the can on my desk because I needed to take pictures that illustrate this amazing innovation in straw technology, which is that not only do the Sofia Mini straws coordinate with the can's design, but they are also telescoping straws. They even lock in place. It's crazy. Witness fore and aft pictures on my messy desk below! (Click to enlarge.)
Dude it's frickin' awesome and I'm like 8-)
Maybe these telescoping straws are old hat and have been sold with juice boxes for years or something, but I wouldn't know this. All I know is that I'm awesomely impressed at their awesome outrageousness.
Sofia Minis come with their own little straws. Their own little baby bendy straws in a matching red. I'm having a cuteness attack. I want to drink these all the time, every day. (Note: We have not opened a can yet, but we did finally open the box to peek.) Click to enlarge below. DEVELOPING!
MINI FEVER. You know that the day I can actually get a car, it will be a Mini, right? Now this makes me want one even more. If it's an iPod accessory, I have to have it. The conceptual cuteness is overpowering.
I'm not going to explain exactly why I was trying to look this up in the first place, but oh man, New York Trash: Greek-Motif Coffee Cups totally made my morning. The Web can be so awesome sometimes. FLASHBACK
If you enjoy that, be sure to check out Cardhouse's bitchin' page of candy cigarettes. Lucky Strikes, those were totally my jam.
This is perfect! Or, as some assbutt who writes crappy DVD synopses for Barnes & Noble``` would say, it "couldn't be more perfect."
What's your Pantone birthday color?
You have an uncanny ability to build and persevere once you decide where you are going and what you want in life. You were born under the master number of 22 so security and material success is something that needs to be addressed and cultivated. Manifesting your ideas is an important part of your evolution. Trust and patience will be two of your strongest allies. Evergreen reminds you that nature is vital to your well-being. The green in this color helps you align with healthy energy and prosperity.
That really is my favorite color. I'm amazed.
Is it weird of me to be all excited for Usher and his superlative first-week sales? I guess it's weird of me. I mean I figured he would do OK this time around, but dame.
So I guess I'm now an official elderly person, because we went out to the Best Buy so's Christopher could get his DM box sets all shiny and new on release day, and the hot new fresh jams I ended up with were a) Bob's Bootleg Series Vol. 6: Live 1964 and b) the Who's Then and Now. I had been resisting the thought of getting the latter since it's just greatest hits anyway, but it does have the two new songs on it and everything. And Vol. 6? I was right, Bob does look adorable in that booklet.
As if there were any doubt. I mean stop it???
If they could have gone back in time and gotten him looking like that in those Victoria's Secret ads, forget it.
I also got this magical work of art. Yeah you know, you know you want it too, yeah you know.
WOOO. Although the finished cover substitutes Karen Black for the creepy moustachioed Jack Lemmon (a wise decision) and spells "Concorde" correctly (a slight improvement). Slipcased, embossed foil-like finish, a very tasteful presentation. Now I've got eight hours of Airport movies and over 15 hours of Berlin Alexanderplatz sitting here waiting for me to watch them, and it's not even my birthday! How did I get this lucky? Thank goodness I don't have to work again until next week.
Oh! So I got a bee in my bonnet (and a tiger in my tank) for finding Intaferon and Simon F songs online, because all the ones I have are on cassette. Although I do have "Baby Pain" on 12", which is actually credited to Intaferon though it wound up on the Simon F album, blah blah, I guess it's all the same anyway.
Oh man, the Simon F album, by which I mean Gun, because apparently he put out another one that I don't know anything about? I LOVE IT. I only found a couple of reviews of it online and oof, people hate it and hate him. Why? It's a great album! I LOVE IT. I wish I had an actual copy of it instead of the one I taped off my brother. A) Gun and B) Strawberry Switchblade, it's like the greatest tape ever. I couldn't remember what the cover of Gun looked like until I saw that one single solitary generous soul had a really crappy image up online.
Thank you, whoever you were, I went ahead and took the image without thinking to thank you proper. It was like buddy icon size anyway and at least I'm not stealing your bandwidth. So! This got me thinking how I want to scan the tape, because it's just a very potent image in my mind, but all my cassettes are in storage. So I tried searching for a picture of the kind of tape it's on, and I ended up finding one that far surpasses even my wildest dreams.
That even sums up how I feel about the Simon F/Strawberry Switchblade pairing, come to think of it. Although to be specific it's on an XL-II, which is more gold looking, instead of an XL-II-S, which is more bronzey. I saved those for like Robyn Hitchcock and stuff, you know, the things I really wanted to preserve for archival posterity. Little did I know the Simon F album would vanish off the face of the earth. (I did find a sweet Japanese reissue of Strawberry Switchblade, however. The Japanese, they're so wise.)
While I was searching for the Maxell image, I found a whole bunch of other awesome cassette-related stuff that I'll have to get to later, as they're trying to make me work right now. Bleah.
It's another slow work day today, which gives me ample opportunity to finally get all my Dylan other than Blonde on Blonde and Blood on the Tracks into iTunes. So far I'm up to ... Highway 61 Revisited. I just got started, obviously.
This task reminded me that I never told you everything I got for Christmas, did I? Oh no, I need to remedy that right now. And since my birthday's right before Xmas, I'll just put it all here. Oh man, look what a lucky girl I am.
This is ... I don't know if I'd say "cute," and yet I did find it to be awfully cute. Warning: Occasionally there's cartoon people doing it. Thanks Boogity!
New DVDs today! Lost in Translation and CURB! Thanks Husbandy!
I was going to add the latest installment of my struggles with Panther font management but I didn't even add my last one which was that we got us a hot hot double-pack of my beloved Alsoft Disk Warrior and the mysterious unknown Alsoft Master Juggler at Macworld last month.
(I didn't mention we went to Macworld either? I'm sorry, I've been distracted. I got to play with an iPod Mini. It's adorable and all but dame, 4 GB? That's like for people who don't even like music. I gots over 21 GB of stuff on my 40 GB (his name is Elliott and he is cute) without even hardly trying. My latest adds are Stereolab's Margerine Eclipse, Air's Talkie Walkie and the Franz Ferdinand album. Ooh, Franz Ferdinand, I'll have to talk about them more later. What was that I said about being distracted?)
So Master Juggler, that's font management, though you'd never tell by the name of it. It's a pretty hot setup. It works in the background and doesn't have to be up and active and loaded simply to get the system to cooperate with the system fonts (hey Suitcase 'sup). I can throw a lot of crap in it and it doesn't die? And I can check out samples like in two seconds? What what is it for real? It doesn't make tons of copies of my font files all over the place (I'm telling you, FONT RESERVE, I'm sure I've got at least 2 GB of unnecessary space taken up on my HD from duplicate font files). The only problem is that it's really supersensitive to corrupt fonts which is, naturally, the point and all, except adding one won't necessarily kill it? Yet it will F business up big time if you do something stupid like, say, accidentally click "temporarily activate" when your entire library option is highlighted in the menu. I couldn't get THAT mess sorted out until about 4 a.m. But hey, the interface is delicious (suck it Font Reserve).
Oh! So anyway, the point is that Font Reserve, which I'd actually bought and paid for a few years ago and dearly beloved until it went haywire with Panther, finally put out a Panther-compatible update, which I've been whining about since November. I should say "purportedly compatible" because I gave the upgraded Suitcase a trial shot and that don't work for crap either. I downloaded it for the sake of having it but I don't think I'll be using it. What do you mean this isn't interesting? Hmm you're probably right. Anyway, that was my followup. And Alsoft makes good things for Mac users. Yay!
Another thing I never followed up on was my plaintive plea on December 14 for a Saint Etienne Christmas 2003 EP. Not only does Christopher manage to finagle me a real live copy in beautiful pristine unplayed condition, but he got it here, from the U.K., in time to give it to me on Christmas Day. Breathtaking genius. I don't know how he does it, but how awesome is it that he does.
It looks like this
and it's great.
Apropos of that last entry, I have GOT to read this book.
So I was minding my own business searching around on Yahoo! news to get the latest on a certain B.S. who has clearly lost her mind (well, I guess that means I was minding someone else's business) and this horribly inappropriate banner just LEAPS off the page at me.
What what now?
This of course reminded me that I was at one time collecting print ads in which whitish substances are smeared haphazardly across peoples' faces, usually children's faces honestly, because over the last couple of years there have been just waaay too many ads with that going on, and I was planning on putting them up online and whatnot but of course, the laziness set in. Also, it's totally vile. I mean, all those ranch dressing ads alone, come on people, how stupid do we look to you? Pretty stupid I guess, because there's that one with the little Asian kid in the cowboy hat and not only does he have ranch dressing smeared all over his face, but he is also holding a CARROT. Yes.
At least this one is a bit more "adult" which is almost refreshing in the canon of Ads Featuring Models Smeared With Ejaculate Substitutes. It reminded me of this one, which I'd of course been saving lo these many years.
The model's eyeline is the key here, I think. What's it an ad for? Al Italia Airlines. Of course! Ooh, fly me.
