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apocalypsosSo my poor mini-disc player is on its last legs (the cover's hanging on by an itty bitty screw or two), and today I went out shopping to replace it. I would have had a better time shopping for the Ark of the Covenant, apparently, as both FYE and Sears didn't have mini-disc players in stock. For good measure, both stores taunted me with accessories. Damn them both, and their black fiery hearts to boot.
Now, any normal person in my situation would just buy a CD player and get over it. But any normal person is not my father's daughter. Carrying my father's genetic material means that not only do I have to have the neatest, coolest toy on the playground, but I have to be the only one who has it. Which is why I bought myself a smaller MP3-CD player that plays 8cm CDs. It's so cute! It wants to be a big CD player when it grows up! I think I was mostly intrigued that someone was finally making electronic equipment small enough to stop overwhelming and terrifying people like me, and maybe the Munchkins.
I also bought a copy of "Underworld" to feed the muses, because I watch and my original characters mock like mad.
Then later on, I called my mom to wish her and my dad a happy anniversary, and she was all cheerful because my dad, who's a big dopey hopeless romantic, bought her a whole bunch of pirate's booty, like a necklace and a couple of stuffed moose. (And yes, stuffed moose count as pirate's booty to my mom. She's weird like that.) According to her, Dad bought her the moose for her "moose room", which, as it turns out, means the bedroom in her crazy vernacular. As euphemisms go, I suppose there are worse ones.
He also had a dozen roses sent to her, which is why I got to hear the following delightful exchange on the other end of the phone --
Mom: Look, Mary! Mike sent me roses.
Mom's Co-Worker: Oh, really? Did you earn those?
Mom: *giggles* Not yet.
I'd be skeeved, but come on, it's their anniversary and she was all cute and giddy.
Never mind. Still skeeved. And I can't begin to describe how happy I am that the answer to my cousin's once-asked question, "Have you ever heard your parents having sex in the next room?" is still "Augh, NO! My eyes, they burn! *BBQ forks in eyes*" instead of, "Augh, YES! My eyes, they burn! *BBQ forks in eyes*"
But then I got the news from home update, which included the following ...
... my brother is still an academic schmuck, as he didn't do a hell of a lot to fix the English paper he copied off the Internet. However, proving once again that he got all the bloody luck in the family, he went to court to contest his speeding ticket, and the cop didn't show. Which, quite frankly, is a good thing, because it means he can still drive my scrawny butt around northeastern PA in two weeks.
... my dad's cat Rudy is still alive and kicking, even though he's got a tumor in his stomach and he's been losing weight. He wasn't even supposed to make it until Christmas, yet there he is, and according to the vet, his heart's still going strong. (To be a complete sap for a minute, that's so totally Rudy. He's awesome, beyond adorable, incredibly friendly, and just for good measure, he looks exactly like Emmet Otter.) He may not last much longer, but I really hope he does, if only because he's my dad's favorite cat ever and it would break his heart.
... my uncle the music critic got a book deal. (Granted, to write a book about the history of blue jeans, but still, a book deal.) You know how when you're growing up, and you realize you're really good at something you love doing, and you always have someone you can point to in your gene pool and say, "That's where I get it from." *points* See? That's where I get it from.
Now, any normal person in my situation would just buy a CD player and get over it. But any normal person is not my father's daughter. Carrying my father's genetic material means that not only do I have to have the neatest, coolest toy on the playground, but I have to be the only one who has it. Which is why I bought myself a smaller MP3-CD player that plays 8cm CDs. It's so cute! It wants to be a big CD player when it grows up! I think I was mostly intrigued that someone was finally making electronic equipment small enough to stop overwhelming and terrifying people like me, and maybe the Munchkins.
I also bought a copy of "Underworld" to feed the muses, because I watch and my original characters mock like mad.
Then later on, I called my mom to wish her and my dad a happy anniversary, and she was all cheerful because my dad, who's a big dopey hopeless romantic, bought her a whole bunch of pirate's booty, like a necklace and a couple of stuffed moose. (And yes, stuffed moose count as pirate's booty to my mom. She's weird like that.) According to her, Dad bought her the moose for her "moose room", which, as it turns out, means the bedroom in her crazy vernacular. As euphemisms go, I suppose there are worse ones.
He also had a dozen roses sent to her, which is why I got to hear the following delightful exchange on the other end of the phone --
Mom: Look, Mary! Mike sent me roses.
Mom's Co-Worker: Oh, really? Did you earn those?
Mom: *giggles* Not yet.
I'd be skeeved, but come on, it's their anniversary and she was all cute and giddy.
Never mind. Still skeeved. And I can't begin to describe how happy I am that the answer to my cousin's once-asked question, "Have you ever heard your parents having sex in the next room?" is still "Augh, NO! My eyes, they burn! *BBQ forks in eyes*" instead of, "Augh, YES! My eyes, they burn! *BBQ forks in eyes*"
But then I got the news from home update, which included the following ...
... my brother is still an academic schmuck, as he didn't do a hell of a lot to fix the English paper he copied off the Internet. However, proving once again that he got all the bloody luck in the family, he went to court to contest his speeding ticket, and the cop didn't show. Which, quite frankly, is a good thing, because it means he can still drive my scrawny butt around northeastern PA in two weeks.
... my dad's cat Rudy is still alive and kicking, even though he's got a tumor in his stomach and he's been losing weight. He wasn't even supposed to make it until Christmas, yet there he is, and according to the vet, his heart's still going strong. (To be a complete sap for a minute, that's so totally Rudy. He's awesome, beyond adorable, incredibly friendly, and just for good measure, he looks exactly like Emmet Otter.) He may not last much longer, but I really hope he does, if only because he's my dad's favorite cat ever and it would break his heart.
... my uncle the music critic got a book deal. (Granted, to write a book about the history of blue jeans, but still, a book deal.) You know how when you're growing up, and you realize you're really good at something you love doing, and you always have someone you can point to in your gene pool and say, "That's where I get it from." *points* See? That's where I get it from.
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Date: 2004-04-02 08:19 pm (UTC)It's the sort of movie that you MST, mercilessly.
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Date: 2004-04-02 08:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-03 05:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-02 08:26 pm (UTC)wheee!!
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Date: 2004-04-02 09:26 pm (UTC)I live in fear that someday they will stop making minidiscs and I will no longer be able to dub my CD's onto them. Therefore I hoard.
*wibble*
Viva le Minidisc!
*pumps fist in the air*
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Date: 2004-04-02 09:45 pm (UTC)Parents are dirty
Date: 2004-04-03 12:00 am (UTC)"When was the last time they actually did something together, just the two of them," I asked.
Then my mom busted in. "If you must know, last night."
My sister started moaning immediately. Me being slightly slower, it was a few more seconds before my brain translated. Then I fell on the ground and started twitching.
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Date: 2004-04-03 06:23 am (UTC)My mini disc is treated like a precious holy relic, encased in a foamy camera case. SAFE. grrr.
I can't belive the ammount of people who wont buy one because they don't want to "replace all their CDs with miniCDs". ?