Why YES, yes I am. Lucky me. I’m sick to death of this goddam insomnia. At least it is (was) Friday and I can sleep in tomorrow (today) without feeling totally guilty about sleeping in. This shit has trashed my efforts to get up and exercise in the mornings…

Blargh.

At least there’s LJ and stuff to read, right? Right.

Well, here’s something to read over at BBC.com. This article about Digital Rights Management is spot on, at least for me it is. Just last week, I was gonna buy some tunes from iTunes but when I discovered the proprietary format of the files and the fact that you can’t use them on any computer other than the one you download to, I decided against it. Know what? I’d rather buy the whole goddamn cd or just wait to come across the MP3 somewhere. Screw the RIAA and DRM. What good is an MP3 if I can’t even put it on my server?

This is the same bullshit that we dealt with when cassette tapes came out AND when CDs came out. Remember that, kiddies? Remember when CDs came out and the music industry had a hissy fit about people reselling them used? It was EXACTLY the same arguments and tactics. Fuckers. And, um, yah, I don’t see us without a music industry like they predicted then, so…

May I suggest that everyone go now and get yerself a file sharing program and start ripping? Heh.

I’ve always wondered what the hell Gimme Shelter‘s lyrics are, so I went on a surfin’ rampage to find them the other day [It’s by the Rolling Stones, you git! If you don’t know that, then you are seriously musically deficient!]. It’s harder than one would think, actually! Nick finally rounded up the lyrics at A-Z Lyrics, which I won’t link to cuz their site is popup laden and really sucky. I couldn’t even find the damn things just now! I ended up finding the lyrics on a random site.

So, once I found the lyrics, then I was wondering who the black girl is that belts out those backup vocals that make the song worth listening to. Well, it’s Merry Clayton who was a Raelette then went on to do tons of stuff in the 60s and 70s. Here is a fabulous article all about her and other backup singers of the day.

Damn I love the availability of info on the ‘net. It’s totally the answer to info junkies like me! I’m such a geek! :-)

Ugh. It’s been a shitty weekend since about 3pm Saturday. Friday night’s party was tons of fun. It was at Spring4th and the mix of people was really great. I thought it’d be a venue full of teeny bopper rave kids – and there were rave kids there – but there were also 30 something rednecks, potheads and even what appeared to be Phish fans (!!). It was a very interesting night. We trundled Dave home and got back here at 3am. Long day!

Saturday we got up and had a bite then Caroline packed up and left at around 3pm. Then Nick and I proceeded to have a big fight and I didn’t speak to him until yesterday. And then, only after 2 movies at the theatre. Yah, I am a bit miffed. I’m still not in the mood to chat with anyone, Nick in particular, but really I don’t want contact with any humans today.

I got this pain in my left shoulder yesterday. I didn’t wake up with it, like I’d slept wrong, no, it just showed up during the day. The damn thing got worse as the day wore on and I’ve been taking naproxen for it. That’s what woke me up this morning: a stabbing pain in my freaking shoulder! Nice!

Needless to say, I am a grumpy cow today and I do not recommend interaction with me unless you really have to. My shoulder hurts, dammit, and it’s raining and I don’t even feel like going to L5P for our Monday ritual of comics and burgers.

Blargh.

I watch Missy sit in the sun every day, just like my Dickens used to and it makes me smile. Nick commented once that kitties have solar batteries and I think that is just about right. :-)

I know Missy charges her batteries so she can scamper around during playtime. She loves to play ball and bird-on-a-stick. Bernie charges hers so she can sproing after prey and scamper around the yard trying to subdue that tail of hers that mocks her openly. I’ve never seen a cat spin and jump like Bernadette when that tail starts taunting her!

Now DJ, on the other hand, does not sit in a sunbeam to charge his batteries. He believes in the sleep 20 hours a day rule, which requires very little reserve power.

I love being a Kitty Mama. It brings me much happiness! :-)