But thank you so much!

Phew. Off the hook.

You know what's good? Saltines. Not as good as Ritz, but still good for a quick hit of the salty.

I associate Saltines with: being out on our boat in Biscayne Bay, riding home at the end of the day. Very hungry, but only having the Saltines to eat. Becky (my next door neighbor) and I would ride on the prow of the boat and eat Saltines. Also, I liked to eat them with peanut butter.

Okay, this WMA thing? Seriously pissing me off. Fuckers! I don't want to distribute millions of copies to all my friends. I don't want to put it on the Internet where anyone can download it without giving money to the good cause the CD benefits. I just want to be able to listen to it on my own fucking iPod. And computer in general, actually, since I don't use Windows Media Player for anything anymore.

Although, god, it's tempting me to just send it around the country, letting people copy it to their hard drives willy-nilly without paying... except, I do believe in the cause, and have even given them money without any product before. Still. Argh. I spent about two hours searching the Web for information when I really wanted to be relaxing from really annoying classes and enjoying my Yay! Music!

So anyway, if anyone was thinking of buying HRC's Love Rocks compilation? Be happy with the WMP, is all I'm saying.

Eh, I'm just irritated and grumpy. I'm off to bed now. Later, y'all.

Emily, can you do rip it, burn it to a new cd, and then rip that?

Yeah. Frustrating.

On last Alias thing. Holy carp (and I do mean fish)....If they kill of Nadia, I'll be shocked but, it would be so good because Weiss was getting all happy about his prospects with her. And we know the rule: happies are to be crushed under the boot of the writer.

I associate Saltines with: being out on our boat in Biscayne Bay, riding home at the end of the day. Very hungry, but only having the Saltines to eat. Becky (my next door neighbor) and I would ride on the prow of the boat and eat Saltines. Also, I liked to eat them with peanut butter.

Huh. Weird. I also associate Saltines with Florida.

And we know the rule: happies are to be crushed under the boot of the writer.

Not so much on Alias. There, it's more like, "what's prettiest?" "What can we make explode?" And then finally, "Can we make it make sense? No? Ah, well. Can't win them all."

And happies happen. And then sometimes they just wipe out everything and start fresh.

It is not the most logical show, and crushing happies would have to be somewhat cold-bloodedly logical.

My contention has always been that events on Alias make sense with what happened immediately before. Further back than that? You're on your own. One of the things that put me, mythology's bitch, off of the show.

Can I get a word-up from night shift in the hiz-ouse?

Wrod up!

Hi, Lee!

I'm watching The 4400, as I'm not sleeping till I get on the plane. I took a nap at 7 or so.

How's the packing going?

How's the packing going?

The what now?

I need to get to bed soon, I think.