Lion and Magic Boy

After TEN MONTHS of being without a functioning iTunes Music Store (can you imagine?), and countless hours of trying all sorts of things to attempt to fix the problem, including chatting with the folks at not only iTunes but also Comcast (benevolent providers of my high-speed internet connection), I actually fixed the problem myself.

It might not have taken this long had I been a user of Microsoft products, but since I refuse to use IE, I never noticed until today that it doesn’t actually work. And hasn’t since the move to Colorado ten months ago, which is precisely when I could no longer access iTunes Music Store. While chatting online with the decidedly unhelpful Rocel at Comcast, an actual lightbulb appeared over my head, illuminating the possibility that my non-functioning iTunes might be connected with my non-functioning Flickr Uploadr and my non-functioning IE. Easy fix from there.

I spent about four minutes yelling “YESSS!!” repeatedly.

But the upshoot of all this, is that I can now display these (although I can’t figure out yet how to put them WHERE I WANT THEM ARE YOU LISTENING BLOGGERPEOPLE??!).

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Flickr
techno geek

I’ve just been served with the astounding information that there are people making a living writing blogs, and doing other techie things. From their homes.

I hate them.

I want to be them.

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envy

There are (at least) 1,386,384 blogs more popular than this one, according to Technorati.

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popularity contest

So I’m sitting here at the computer with all sorts of things to do (write a letter to a psychologist; catch up on my emails/channeling; cull old emails from the horrendous pile of, ahem, 1582 read-but-not-trashed; defrag [yes I know what it is, but I can't tell you when the last time I did it was]; and several other quite-necessary but somehow not fun enough tasks), after having played several mindless games of Dynomite and otherwise squandered whole huge blocks of time, and from all that luscious list of little necessities, I choose to blog.

Huh.

Recently on an email discussion list I and a few others, mentioned by name, were encouraged to post a link to our blogs in the list files section. I politely declined, knowing as I do that this has only a few paltry entries and wouldn’t as of yet interest much of anyone. Curious as to how anyone actually knew of it, I asked the querent whether she had read my blog.

I had forgotten that I have a common first name, at least for people around my age.

The response came back was no, she hadn’t read mine, but had read the blog of a semi-famous author, also a member of the email discussion list, also named Karen.

Reminds me of high school, upon hearing my name called, when I’d turn and respond, only to have them say, “oh, not you”.