OH Do tell right? Have I come unhinged as of late? Nope, not really.. in my estimation. [Then again I suck with numbers] Good thing its not about numbers really. Two tables refers to my turntables. In thinking though, I am party to many tables in this house and I'm beginning to go bananas over the time spent in parley with each one.
Oh to just not have time to spin would be a luxury I would gladly brag about. Right now though, I sit on one of my laptops.. carried down to the batcave... waiting for a *$#)(**Y) load of files to move over onto my external drive so I can wipe ANOTHER network drive and reformat #$*)%()#YT#) and $)(U)(%Y)(#*$ and then $()$%(*)#Q$ the damned thing.
Being IT really stinks the deeper I delve into it for personal pursuit of digital organization of old versions of everything under the sun.
Why did I begin to do this? Five pound ten pound problem brought on by the steady progress of the Intergalactic media giants that lurk within the blessed Trinity of prongs I attach to my dwindling supply of outlets. I know, I know, not all calamities have three prongs...and no one can theorize unforeseen customer service calls based on the plug.....since the advent of PORTs. I wish I had not become a harbor for such nonsensical thinking. I should chastise myself and think of the whole phone call crisis over my headphones and the three months and how it was a Jack.
Furthermore, since I'm on an electronic rant, let's discuss Apple and Jacks... not the freaking cereal. I wish I had my old iPod Classic, I had that thing for over five years, and had to tell it goodbye. My wonderful husband bought me the exact same iPod. That part is awesome. The sucky part: Its made out of cheap bullcrap. I should scratch the back and see if I can read Budweiser on it or something. Anyway, the plug in for the headphones only played one side. I was going to take it to Best Buy or something, but location stopped that from occurring plus me remembering... so on to check out the price with Apple. WHAT!? I don't think so, you punks that want to tell me my music is only movable so many times....TO THE INTERNET...and what do you know... I have a screwed up plug-in for my headphones...the solution: Kinda what my inner MacGyver wanted to do to begin with... stuff some aluminum foil in it. After about ten different sites stating to do this...WHA>>LA>> Fixed Ipod. Dammit Apple, like I'd buy anything from you after this one. I forgave you for having an update almost decide to eat the optical drive on my desktop. I sentenced you to an external storage drive as well as a portable optical.... (long story filled with stupid people I actually paid)
I cringe. Please Karma, still be good to me..
So ten minutes passed and I'm still moving crap with thirty minutes on that timer. Ten minutes on the BAM BAM BAM of the basement door and Dr. Seuss questioning my presence down here. Side note on down here. This is supposed to be my cool room with my turntables and records and all that is awesome. Its not batting 100 at the moment, since the coolest thing in here seems to be me at the moment and I think my bunny slippers just laughed at me (I'm sure I'll find a spider or something soon)... Plus I can't breathe down here... since the dust makes the Yeti upstairs seem pretty Kosher.
Kosher just knocked. I will add to this in a bit.. the dog and I have to pee, and well Dr. Dre can't block that out..
Oh to just not have time to spin would be a luxury I would gladly brag about. Right now though, I sit on one of my laptops.. carried down to the batcave... waiting for a *$#)(**Y) load of files to move over onto my external drive so I can wipe ANOTHER network drive and reformat #$*)%()#YT#) and $)(U)(%Y)(#*$ and then $()$%(*)#Q$ the damned thing.
Being IT really stinks the deeper I delve into it for personal pursuit of digital organization of old versions of everything under the sun.
Why did I begin to do this? Five pound ten pound problem brought on by the steady progress of the Intergalactic media giants that lurk within the blessed Trinity of prongs I attach to my dwindling supply of outlets. I know, I know, not all calamities have three prongs...and no one can theorize unforeseen customer service calls based on the plug.....since the advent of PORTs. I wish I had not become a harbor for such nonsensical thinking. I should chastise myself and think of the whole phone call crisis over my headphones and the three months and how it was a Jack.
Ya, da, da, Afro Circus.....
Terrible but that's us..the centering that is... but I'm being paged. Stay tuned for better quality...
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| Twotables, John & Nattie with Clown at Universoul Circus. |
I cringe. Please Karma, still be good to me..
So ten minutes passed and I'm still moving crap with thirty minutes on that timer. Ten minutes on the BAM BAM BAM of the basement door and Dr. Seuss questioning my presence down here. Side note on down here. This is supposed to be my cool room with my turntables and records and all that is awesome. Its not batting 100 at the moment, since the coolest thing in here seems to be me at the moment and I think my bunny slippers just laughed at me (I'm sure I'll find a spider or something soon)... Plus I can't breathe down here... since the dust makes the Yeti upstairs seem pretty Kosher.
Kosher just knocked. I will add to this in a bit.. the dog and I have to pee, and well Dr. Dre can't block that out..
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