HOIST THE COLOURS, MOTHERFUCKERS!

They're only a half-step away from sentient as it is.
By some extreme coaxing-and I do mean coaxing, I swear that this thing responds to being cooed at in just the appropriate decibel levels-I was able a few weeks ago to get Kermit the Can-Do iPod up to a half-charge. It's been squirrelly and wonky and recalcitrant for the fast six months or so, anyway, so I figured that it wasn't a big deal that it continued to do so for the time being. I just now tried to move it over from the desktop to Beetlejuice (yes I am that lazy).

Beetlejuice has, in the span of half an hour, sent me at least a dozen messages to the effect that Kermit is irreparable and I should back up all of my music as soon as possible. That's the extent that it recognizes it at all. Seriously, if Kermit has moods, then so does Beetlejuice, and right now Beetlejuice is seriously offended to be associated with Kermit in the first place.

I could be a good little girl and take Kermit in to be looked at, as I have to go to the Apple Store, anyway (more on that in a second), but...I also have my tax return in my hot little hands, and a Nano with double the memory of Kermit the Mini is going at Target for less money than I paid for Kermit two years ago. (I know that I said something about behaving myself. I am a liar.) Oook, oook, oook, says the material girl. I would buy it in black, at least, so that it would match Beetlejuice and not insult Kermit's memory by buying another green one.

They say that in times of economic recession (no, there is no segue) sales of lipsticks have a tendency to go up. Women feel guilty buying large luxuries for themselves, so they splurge on smaller things. This is kind of silly to mention right on the heels of new iPod talk, but: on that note, the India collection. Waaant. *paws* I think that I'm going to have to cheat on my old standby, Lincoln Park After Dark, for some of these.

Right, after that, fun tale of the day: shortly after I got Beetlejuice, I discovered that the OS that I had paid for was not included in the box. I looked high, I looked low, I could not find it anywhere. I had a thirty-day free trial, but I was also on a deadline that included much mocking if I should let it fly by me, to the effect that I could not finish a rough draft of an original novel by March 1st. (I finished in on February 15th. PWN.) I really, really needed to have word processing software at my fingertips at all times. So I trot into the Apple Store with my receipt in hand, explain that things were made of crazy on the night when I picked Beetlejuice up (it was a about a week before Christmas, so...yeah) and that at least five different people had handled my computer from start to finish, and then watched numerous and sundry managers run back and forth as they tried to figure out how to deal with this. Eventually I got my OS, but was made to promise very, very sincerely that I would bring the other copy back if I found it. (It's Apple. They're big on earnest.) I trotted back out again happy and certain that it would never come up again, because dude, I tore that house to pieces trying to figure out where it could have gone.

Yeah. Guess what I found under my mom's dresser two nights ago while looking for the keys that are in all likelihood spending eternity with Puppy. IDEK. I am, however, going to the Apple Store to fulfill my promise.

Fannish note of the day, recced to me from

demonqueen666: Origin Stories, an absolutely fantastic vid about race and gender in the Jossverse, and the way that certain stories are suppressed and others built up. I could babble on forever about it, but the summary that the authors have chosen is the truly perfect one: "It's Nikki Woods's fucking coat."

And to end with, because I am a spaz, I got my dates confused on my

ship_manifesto essays. It's Ryan/Taylor that's due on the 14th of March; Dean/Victor isn't until April 14th. As I am still very, very conflicted about how to go about that essay at the moment, this pleases me.

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