Man, I'm lame.
May. 20th, 2009 06:17 am(And I just typo'd that as Man, I'm male.. heh)
The Toy is 4g. I was originally worried, because I have a few hundred gigs of music. How would I ever choooooose?! Turned out to be simpler than I thought. The amount of music I have vs the amount of music I could stand to be trapped 12 hours in a car with made it clear.
I couldn't fill the Toy. I could barely half fill it. It made my purchase of an additional 2g memory card seem silly. I put videos on the card. I filled the rest of the Toy with episodes of Black Adder the Third.
Shopping last night made me realize that the underwear industry is run by men. In what world do women want underwear to be white and boring? White underwear is sacrificial underwear. Even without making it look like you've murdered Tinkerbell inside it, there's no way to keep white underwear without looking grubby besides bleaching it every wash and destroying the fabric. Also? I am not 4. I do not want geometric pastel swirlies on my underwear. I want nice, plain, BLACK underwear. It's not possible to find a package of several pairs of plain black underwear. I'm forced to go into the hell that is Walmart on a quest for it, because if anywhere has it, they will. Now that I've said that, of course, they'll pull it from the shelves as a discontinued product.
Tonight is going to be a whole lot of running around. Ugh.
We leave at ohgodsit'sdawn?! tomorrow for a nice, leisurely drive westward. The plan is for That Guy to climb the space rock for his yearly check-in with the Mothership while I explore Deadwood. Then on to Custer for more climbing and Fairburn for agate picking. Then homeward. It'll be the first real major trip Jorges has been on. I should take him in today and make sure he's all happy inside.
The Toy is 4g. I was originally worried, because I have a few hundred gigs of music. How would I ever choooooose?! Turned out to be simpler than I thought. The amount of music I have vs the amount of music I could stand to be trapped 12 hours in a car with made it clear.
I couldn't fill the Toy. I could barely half fill it. It made my purchase of an additional 2g memory card seem silly. I put videos on the card. I filled the rest of the Toy with episodes of Black Adder the Third.
Shopping last night made me realize that the underwear industry is run by men. In what world do women want underwear to be white and boring? White underwear is sacrificial underwear. Even without making it look like you've murdered Tinkerbell inside it, there's no way to keep white underwear without looking grubby besides bleaching it every wash and destroying the fabric. Also? I am not 4. I do not want geometric pastel swirlies on my underwear. I want nice, plain, BLACK underwear. It's not possible to find a package of several pairs of plain black underwear. I'm forced to go into the hell that is Walmart on a quest for it, because if anywhere has it, they will. Now that I've said that, of course, they'll pull it from the shelves as a discontinued product.
Tonight is going to be a whole lot of running around. Ugh.
We leave at ohgodsit'sdawn?! tomorrow for a nice, leisurely drive westward. The plan is for That Guy to climb the space rock for his yearly check-in with the Mothership while I explore Deadwood. Then on to Custer for more climbing and Fairburn for agate picking. Then homeward. It'll be the first real major trip Jorges has been on. I should take him in today and make sure he's all happy inside.