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Not How To Not Spend Money

I hear that sometimes the best way to get out of a writing slump (I dare not call it writer’s block because that would be claiming to be something I am not, namely, a writer) is to just do it. Just sit down and vomit something out onto the page/screen, knowing full well that it will be crap.

And so, as a forewarning, ahead lie some vomitous crap. Stream of consciousness crap akin to the kind of stuff I posted back when nobody read my site. Not that anyone currently reads my site. The lack of content might have something to do with that. Not to mention the lack of boobies.

My iPod is dead (how about that smooth segue!).

For really real this time, I’m pretty sure. It’s been dying for a while, but has always jumped back from the brink of death. No longer. If not plugged into anything, it will turn on and pretend to play. But when plugged into the computer it will charge, or at least it tells me it is charging, the computer refuses to recognize it, and it clicks every five seconds.

Plus? There’s this rattling piece inside, even when the thing is off. I think I might pry open the case and find whatever is rattling to see if I can, I don’t know, super glue it back on and give it a stern lecture in hopes of it working again.

My husband is adamant I need to get myself a new 60GB iPod, even though its $400 price tag gives me a small aneurysm every time I think of it.

And even though the black Nanos are the sexiest things to hit the market EVAR, I don’t think my husband is comfortable with me licking one in public all the time. He would be pretty embarrassed were I arrested for Public Vulgarity With A Nano.

I, on the other hand, would be pretty damn proud and would probably make myself a t-shirt about it.

Plus they only hold 4GB of music, which would require that I make some sort of decision of what music I put on it rather than carrying my entire music collection wherever I go. And I don’t know if it would withstand all of the licking I would force on it.

I’m also out of space on my home computer, so I’ve ordered a new 250GB drive and a DVD burner for backing up everything (read: my music collection now that I have a dead iPod which is useless for backing up anything) before I plop in a new hard drive and use the old ones as target practice.

The last few weeks I have been in Frantic Cleaning Mode. You might think this has something to do with the onset of spring, but I can assure you this is not the case. Because even though the sun is shining and it’s a whopping 17°F out right now, it was below zero this morning. Like, -15°F. I hadn’t plugged my car in last night, and the car was not happy about the starting.

So while, yes, technically it is springtime, it is not even close to shorts weather. Or sandals weather. Or even down vest over long sleeves weather. I’m still wearing a scarf, people.

(As an aside, my mother is the coolest person on the planet. Proof: she knit me an awesome black scarf and mailed it to me mere days after I whined publicly on the internets.)

Spring or no spring, I have been cleaning frantically and repetitively and, as a result, my vacuum Could Not Take It Anymore and threw a hissy fit.

By which I mean black smoke.
All over my bedroom.

B poked and prodded at it, declared it Fucked Up, and took it to a nice spacious farm where it can run and play with all of the other hissy-fit-throwing vacuum cleaner. While I search for another. And, really, I don’t even know how to choose a new one. So I’ve decided to not decide, while we live our vacuum-cleaner-less existence.

But the kitchen has never been cleaner, the bathroom literally sparkles, and you could eat off of my floors. Maybe not the floor in the bedroom, but why would you have food in there. Unless it was for, you, uh, know? Nudge, nudge, wink, wink.

In which case it shouldn’t be on the floor anyway.

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My ipod did the same thing. Told me it was fully charged, but dies half way through the first song I played. IT also sounded like something was loose inside when I shook it.
anyway, I took it to the brand new Apple store that just opened in the local mall - since it wasn’t a year old they gave me a brand new one.
How old is your ipod?

Cool ramblings and your welcome.

It’s more than a year old, Lynne. I got it for Christmas 2004. And we don’t have Apple stores in Alaska, redneck eskimos that we are. But maybe I should call Apple about it and see if they have any suggestions.

I got an Ipod for christmas that still doesn’t work. My boyfriend thought he’d be savvy and get it off of ebay, and alas we can’t make it work. But he’s so convinced that it will work, he won’t give in and see if he can get his money back. Men are soo stubborn.

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