Next time I consider a cellphone, I figure it will be a virginmobile. Because my stoke-had 75+ uncle can work it. Minimal fuss.

My cats are INSANE tonight. Cicaidas on the otherside of the glass. They are all quivery and mwerpy. Funny. Poor things (cats) are nearly beside themselves. Devi is emitting puffs of fur in her agitation.

Going to bed now. Must drive 40 miles to catsit and partake of free laundry and dvds and whatnot tomorrow.

I am 1 quarter short of being able to do two loads of laundry. Hrmph.

Oh dear god. My nephew is learning anatomy. And photoshop. Courtesy of this, we are all receiving photoshopped images with our eyes, mouths and nipples photoshopped in as blobs. So blackmail material when he is older. He knows not the relatives he photoshops.

I am 1 quarter short of being able to do two loads of laundry. Hrmph.

Hate that.

Sarameg, how old is your nephew?

I tend to acumulate tons of change to avoid the one-quarter-short conundrum. As a result, I have tons of non-quarters lying about.

Betsy, I've been looking at the Stacks menu. I think I will be going there. Even without the pancakes:

Mushroom caps sautéed with garlic, topped with cheddar-jack cheese

Yum

It is very cute Allyson. I understand the learning curve thing. I have a new phone and no time to read the very long manual.

So very late my time. I am watching the Woodstock marathon on VH1 Classic. Again. A mixed emotion kind of thing. So much they skipped. Like where is Janis? Not quite capturing 3 days in 3 hours. Also, I feel I must repeat my Woodstock lament.

I was 15 in 1969, and Woodstock was very close to where I was born and raised. My dear sweet lovely hippie boyfriend at the time was headed to the nice folk festival, and I debated joining him and being grounded for a very long time, and decided that it wasn't worth the price I would pay with the parents. We had no clue it would become what it became. He went; I didn't. 36 years ago and still on my very short list of regrets. By the time I realized my error there was no way to get there. Still, when I see the footage I see my kinfolk and feel the comfort of home. Stupid not being able to do over.

Allyson, cute phone.

I still haven't figured my phone out. I guess I should RTFM, but it's a fucking phone. It should be simple, damn it.

I'm finding my new phone a little daunting myself -- the old one (a Sanyo) was relatively simple to suss out the menus and what the buttons did. This new one has all these graphics and ringtones and functions.

I did get most of my numbers programmed into the little bugger, though. Bonus: the sound on calls seems way way better than the old phone.

I have named the new iPod mini "Bob". Actually, I'm finding the interface on =that= more daunting than the phone, even.

And I have the headache from hell tonight, which is why the insomnia-driven posting right now....

I can figure out most of my phone, but not how to hook it up to my computer so that I can edit the address book and download photos.

But it's not pink, so now there's really no point.

And I did RTFM, and it was way unhelpful. Like Microsoft-unhelpful.