No, I do not refer to "the sex", or "making love (out of nothing at all)", or "making whoopee (out of a clawfoot bathtub)", or "doing Loretta's hair", or whatever it is you young people call the process of infant creation. I refer to loading music into my iPod, which I seriously took a vacation day to accomplish. Yes, that's right! Instead of saving my precious off days to visit my friends or tend to my dying parents (at least, I assume they're dying), I burn them off in order to laboriously transfer hundreds of hours of unpopular and unlistenable music from one audio format to another. Except for a short dinner break, a brief errand and about an hour of writing, I have been doing this ALL DAY. If I had a girlfriend, she'd be super pissed at me. To be honest, I'm actually pretty pissed at myself, and am thinking about breaking up with me.
Anyway, knowing how fond I am of short observations, it won't surprise you to know I made some of them. Here they are. Please do waste seconds of your precious time reading them.
- Man, if it's by some batshit Japanese person and it's painful to listen to, I sure will buy it.
- It was a very wise move making all these mix CDs of
- This sort of thing -- pointless, time-consuming organizational work with no payoff -- is what I was born to do. Can I make a living at this? Can I get forty grand a year as some rich dingbat's iPod consultant? Because let me tell you, I would tear that job a new pee slot.
- The feature of iTunes where it looks up the track info (songs, performers, albums, etc.) of any CD you plug into your machine is a huge timesaver and is also neat for big geeks like me. In fact, I've amused myself during this incredibly dull process by playing a version of "stump the band": I see if any of my albums are so obscure that the Rhapsody CD database doesn't recognize them. So far, out of about 300 CDs, it's only failed to have the info on three of them: an self-released album by Dryspell, a local band I was acquainted with back in the AZ; a symphonic adaptation of part of the Mahabarata in Urdu; and UFO or Die Live. This last one was a bit surprising, since they're usually very good at Jap-noise and the like, and it's also too bad, because the CD itself does not have track listings. Goddamnit.
- I am developing permanent back injuries just from doing this today.