Sold On Amazon, My Foot.
That's my new acronym for Son Of A Mother Fucker, and goddamn, I have had much cause to use it today. One cause, really, if you don't count the painfully boring humanities class in which I made it up. And that is: technology.
Namely: music technology. It's got me tearing my hair out, running up walls, and nearly in tears, at its worst. If I didn't love music so goddamn much, I'd say, fuck it all, and delete the software. But my slave love for melodic noise keeps it there, occupying a shitload of space on my hard drive.
First there's LimeWire. I just got it about a week ago. It slows my computer, and it's slow as motherfucking hell itself. When I play music from it, it always skips if my computer does ANYTHING else, and sometimes even if it doesn't. It's hard to find the right music, and when you do, it's horribly disorganized. And don't get me started on how many times I've had to retry downloading a song because the Sold On Amazon, My Foot told me the song "Needs More Sources." (That's not another acronym, although it induces so many curses that I ought to make one for it.) And try as I might, I cannot get it to retrieve files from the right folder, but have to be content with what IT configures to.
Then there's iTunes, which I believe has been made worse by downloading LimeWire. I hate how one program can completely slow your computer down. My biggest issue with iTunes is my blue 4GB iPod mini. It seems to keep erasing all its songs, leaving me to completely re-update it. Which doesn't work. And I try again and again and again, but nothing works. Every time I think I've gotten at least a tiny amount of progress made in the long, hard journey from no tracks to 523, from no space to 1.89GB, from no time to a day, 10 hours, and almost seven minutes... it stops. And nothing can make it start again, nothing short of clearing that stupid little machine and plugging it back in, to go back from the beginning and try once again to clear 523 little turning wheels.
How did this turn from a rant into a vignette? I suppose it's good practice, as I need to work more on vignettes. I think my weird ones would be a good writing style for my books, even if that style completely contradicts some things I've already written. And of course, as I start to write this, I turn factual again, dry and boring. And suddenly slip back into a vignette. At this rate, I'll never learn to write, never develop a style. I don't like my overly factual shit. It doesn't flow as well, sounds awkward and boring and stupid. But people tell me it's well-written. And then what can I do? Listen to them, or to the media? Am I great, or am I not good enough?
Namely: music technology. It's got me tearing my hair out, running up walls, and nearly in tears, at its worst. If I didn't love music so goddamn much, I'd say, fuck it all, and delete the software. But my slave love for melodic noise keeps it there, occupying a shitload of space on my hard drive.
First there's LimeWire. I just got it about a week ago. It slows my computer, and it's slow as motherfucking hell itself. When I play music from it, it always skips if my computer does ANYTHING else, and sometimes even if it doesn't. It's hard to find the right music, and when you do, it's horribly disorganized. And don't get me started on how many times I've had to retry downloading a song because the Sold On Amazon, My Foot told me the song "Needs More Sources." (That's not another acronym, although it induces so many curses that I ought to make one for it.) And try as I might, I cannot get it to retrieve files from the right folder, but have to be content with what IT configures to.
Then there's iTunes, which I believe has been made worse by downloading LimeWire. I hate how one program can completely slow your computer down. My biggest issue with iTunes is my blue 4GB iPod mini. It seems to keep erasing all its songs, leaving me to completely re-update it. Which doesn't work. And I try again and again and again, but nothing works. Every time I think I've gotten at least a tiny amount of progress made in the long, hard journey from no tracks to 523, from no space to 1.89GB, from no time to a day, 10 hours, and almost seven minutes... it stops. And nothing can make it start again, nothing short of clearing that stupid little machine and plugging it back in, to go back from the beginning and try once again to clear 523 little turning wheels.
How did this turn from a rant into a vignette? I suppose it's good practice, as I need to work more on vignettes. I think my weird ones would be a good writing style for my books, even if that style completely contradicts some things I've already written. And of course, as I start to write this, I turn factual again, dry and boring. And suddenly slip back into a vignette. At this rate, I'll never learn to write, never develop a style. I don't like my overly factual shit. It doesn't flow as well, sounds awkward and boring and stupid. But people tell me it's well-written. And then what can I do? Listen to them, or to the media? Am I great, or am I not good enough?
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