I just get fed-up with agressive panhandlers who demand that I stop and talk to them. Also don't like the panhandlers who threaten to kill me because I didn't give them money.

It's cool for ca-ah-ah-ats.

Those of you who know the song are now earwormed. Squeeze rules.

Thanks, tommyrot. It's been so long since I've lived in the Mac universe, I'd forgotten what it was like. The last Mac I owned was a IIsi. I had to give up the Apple when I went to law school--Lexis/Nexis and Westlaw had little functionality on that platform. Now I'm too lazy to switch back.

Hmm, maybe I should get the Mac mini instead. I also want the new Motorola Razr v3 cell phone and a new iPaq, so I may have issues.

t /first-world whine

I may have issues.

Hey, it's not so bad. Join the club.

I have blood on my hands.

Well, more on my right thumb, but I don't know where it came from. I don't think I'm in pain. Well, not bleedy pain, anyway. And I don't think I've touched anyone else in the last twenty minutes.

ita, why do you have blood on your hands?

As I was getting out of the car at Burke Williams, I noticed I was bleeding into my shoes. Stupid cut on my ankle, forestalling me from getting a pedicure.

Protected WMAs (music purchased from Musicmatch) won't import into the iTunes library. My guess is that an iPod would play them if they were uploaded manually, but I haven't gotten around to figuring out how to test that theory.

Well, more on my right thumb, but I don't know where it came from. I don't think I'm in pain. Well, not bleedy pain, anyway. And I don't think I've touched anyone else in the last twenty minutes.

Spontaneous sanguination? Or perhaps your body no longer recognizes "normal" pain, saving its warning system for the pain that will cripple or kill you.

Stupid cut on my ankle

Every blessed time I shave, I nick my left ankle, and every blessed time I don't notice until I've tracked blood through the bathroom and onto the bedroom carpet.

I just get fed-up with agressive panhandlers who demand that I stop and talk to them. Also don't like the panhandlers who threaten to kill me because I didn't give them money.

Once I was perusing used books on the carts on the sidewalk, and this man stopped me and told me a sob story about his antihypertensive medication had run out and he had no insurance and he showed me his driver's license and the empty bottles, and did I have anything, please? He sounded sincere enough, and I was kind of trapped because I couldn't just walk away. I gave him a dollar, and he went away.

When I came home, I looked up the medicines he'd named, and I think he'd gotten them backwards, telling me the wrong one was the diuretic.

About a week later, the same guy came up to me and told me how he was from Detroit and his car was broken down and he needed some money to fix it. I couldn't believe it. This time, I gave him nothing.

The next week, I watched him pull the drug act on someone at an intersection. I tried to make some sort of motions to the victim, but he gave him money anyway.

Yesterday a panhandler hit me up for train fair from Waukegan to Chicago. It's somewhere around $6. He was asking everyone at the station. He said he had no money, but later I saw him talking on a cell phone.

Dude, learn to budget!

My guess is that an iPod would play them if they were uploaded manually, but I haven't gotten around to figuring out how to test that theory.

Could you burn the tracks to a CD, and then re-upload them? I know you can get around the seven-disc limit on burning iTunes tracks to Cds that way.

ita, blood of unknown origin is freaky. Stop bleeding.