I’ve spent much of the past several hours at Apple Discussions – iTunes for Windows digging through the posts for info on how to make my downloading life easier. The FAQs I read today imply that iPods can’t happily sync with two copies of iTunes, so I guess downloading purchased material at work will always mean I have to bring the files home and import them before I can get them on the damn iPod.

Earlier today, I bought about 10 random tracks from iTunes – mostly old R&B/soul and jazz stuff I used to have on vinyl way back in the day and couldn’t not buy the minute I saw it: Tell Me Something Good (Rufus & Chaka Khan), I’ll Be Around (The Spinners), Skylark (George Benson), It’s Your Thing (The Isley Brothers), You’re Still A Young Man (Tower Of Power). And so on.

Anyway. It’s icy out, so my phone line’s pissed off and I’m connected at 26.4 Kbps. It takes a LONG damn time to download an entire song at 26.4 Kbps. The reason I’m trolling the boards at Apple is simply so that that I’m sitting here and I know the instant I get disconnected.

Sigh.

Brett and Joe are downstairs playing GTA and saying foul things to each other. (They talk SO dirty to each other, it’s all penis stuff I try not to listen to. If I didn’t know for an Absolute Fact that they both like girls I’d seriously wonder! I mean, really, how much can you talk about someone else’s dick? I don’t believe I’ve ever threatened to smack a girlfriend’s… nether region… with a flyswatter during the course of normal Sunday afternoon banter!) They’re drinking Budweisers and Joe’s been eating the leftover holiday fudge from a tupperware in the fridge.

Around noon, I made those red headed boys some breakfast. Steak and eggs. No biggie, eh? Apparently I created a culinary MASTERPIECE and had the great satisfaction and joy of listening to them both moan and carry on about HOW FUCKING GOOD this STEAK IS!!! for about ten minutes. (I sauteed, over high heat, a whole sliced onion in butter, then threw in two steaks covered in salt & pepper and slapped a lid on. Later I turned the steaks. Finally I threw in a quarter cup of cheap-ass salted cooking wine and let the liquid boil off, and served this miracle of dead flesh with hash browns and eggs sunnyside up.) You’d think I was the goddess of breakfast steaks! They BOTH offered me a bite so I’d know what I’d made them!

How fucking cute is that? Seriously. Dude.

Ooh, Skylark is almost downloaded. I should be able to listen to it, oh, FORTY MINUTES or so. *rolling eyes*

I think I’m gonna abandon my watch on the ol’ dial-up connection and go see what there is to make those boys for dinner.
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