A conversation, several months ago:

Me: "I got us Windows 7."

Paul: "Oh, okay, I'll install it soon.  Is there anything important we need to back up?"

Me: "I don't think so.  All the software I use is on my laptop."

Paul: "What about pictures?"

Me: "They're all backed up on my iPod."

Paul: "Oh, okay."

A text message, a few days ago:

Paul: "Installing Windows 7."

Another conversation, later that same day:

Paul: "He wanted music but I couldn't figure out how to get your iPod to work on the docking station."

Me: "It died after my trip to NY.  I thought it just lost it's charge but I plugged it in and nothing happened.  It may have bitten the dust."

A realization, later that night:

Me: Windows 7...iPod...photos...shit.

A relief, the next day:

Me: Okay, I burned CDs of all our photos from Oct 2007 to early Oct 2009...and this SD card starts at November 2009...which means we're only missing about 3 weeks worth of photos.  Oh, thank gawd.

You'd think that would be the end of the story, but that would be boring. 

An occurrence, the following day:

Paul: "FedEx delivered something."

Me: "Whee!  It's the Fisher-Price iXL learny-thingie that I won for Xander at BlogHer!  This thing is cool.  Look, you can put your own music and photos on it!  There's a SD card slot here.  That must be how you do it.  I'll just put one in so Xander can have pictures of himself!"

Me: "Hm, it doesn't seem to be working.  Maybe I should actually read the instructions.  Oh, you have to upload the photos using the USB cable.  The SD slot is just for extra memory.  It says, 'cards used for memory should not be used in other devices as they may become corrupt'."

Me: "..."

Me: "Wait, WHICH card did I just put in there?"

Paul: "Um...the one with the only remaining copy of all our photos from November of 2009 forward."

Honestly, it's like I'm TRYING to sabotage my own life for blog fodder. Even my subconscious thinks I'm in desperate need of something to write about.

(Most of the photos seem to be fine.  There are a couple that have become icons that resemble someone's scrinched-up constipated face.  I'm...sure they're fine.)

Yes, it's Tuesday.  No, I haven't re-designed the button yet.  Get off my case, geez.

*long-suffering sigh*

Anyway!  It's Tuesday.  Which, if you're new here, means it's time for Random Tuesday Thoughts.  They're thoughts that are random.  On a Tuesday.  Seems pretty straightforward to me.  Shall we begin?

This week's date night movie was Scott Pilgrim vs. the World.  I thought it was great.  But it was probably exclusively geared towards me and the other eight people who enjoy manga, music that sounds "early 90s alternative", and who played a lot of Street Fighter in their youth.

The bio-identical hormone cream that I'm taking (absorbing?) is definitely helping with the Crazy.  For instance, today I drove past the main city cemetary with no problem whatsoever.  The last time I did, I burst into tears thinking about my grandpa.

Which, y'know, would be normal, except that I hardly knew him - he died when I was two years old.  Also, I'm not entirely sure that he's even IN that graveyard.

So, yeah.  Definitely helping.

Also helping with the Lazy.  I'm definitely starting to think about getting back on a regular exercise schedule.

I'm not actually getting back on a schedule.  But thinking about it.  I may have even mentioned it aloud.

The charity kids album, Do Fun Stuff, that I posted about yesterday is the #1 selling kids album on iTunes.  Cool.

The most unfortunate logo ever.

Ever since I moved the blog I feel a little odd about it.  Like it's not quite "home".  I know, it's just fucking pixels, I'm a headcase. 

Maybe it's all those emails I'm getting with the subject line: geeeetttt ooouuuuttttt.

Eyelashes for your car.  Patent pending, you guys!

There is no auto-save on this blog interface.  Who wants to take bets on how long it takes me to lose an entire post?

GRraaaarrrggggghhhhhyaaaaaaaaaarrrrgggg.

...you heard me.

I think tomorrow I'm going to do us all a favor and just post something wordless.

Random up, you guys!

Everybody likes fun stuff, right?

Do Fun Stuff is a "kids album for parents".  If you've ever cringed at the 300th repetition of a Barney jingle or gotten a bigger kick out of Feist's appearance on Sesame Street than you rightfully should have, this album is for you.  I mean, why can't we enjoy the same music as our 3-year-old?

(My favorite is Morton the Caterpillar.  I may like it a little too much.  What?  I keep hoping that someday I'll be the beautiful butterfly, okay?)

This album is the brainchild of Ryan at Pacing the Panic Room, who obviously has a lot of talented friends (all of the artists donated their time & music).  If you don't follow his blog, his oldest has Smith-Magenis Syndrome, a relatively under-researched developmental disorder.  100% of the proceeds will go to a grant fund that he's established for grad students who wish to make SMS their field of choice.  

If you click the monster below, you can preview the full album online as well as buy it on iTunes. If it's not your thing but you still want to help, there's a handy little 'donate' button.  You can also put the monster on your own blog, link to it on Facebook, or tweet using the hashtag #dofunstuff.

(Did I buy it?  Hells yes.  And I immediately put it on my kid's iXL learny-thingie to replace the obnoxious singing monkeys.  Nothing good can come of singing monkeys.)

Welcome back, class!  This week's lesson is on superheros.  Shall we go over what we've learned about our favorite hero, SuperKeely?

For instance, we've learned that in order to maintain her physical perfection she needs to:

• not eat any flour or sugar
• get enough sleep
• administer an array of supplements and weird hippie remedies
• try to exercise every once in a while
• make a huge production out of stretching out properly when she does exercise, lest she throw out her back
• keep a small army of support staff on retainer, such as hairstylists, massage therapists, chiropractors, dentists, and estheticians
• try not to, um, outgrow all her clothes

And of course, our hero needs to work all those mundane tasks in around her larger missions, which are:

• be a good mother
• be a loving and responsive partner
• be a good reasonably present employee
• be a good friend
• be a responsible housekeeper and homeowner
• be some kind of daughter, granddaughter, neice, cousin, and aunt
• nurture her creative soul in some way

And of course, in all her spare time, SuperKeely tries to do some things that count as 'fun', like reading books or gardening.  Or blogging.

How does she do all that, class?  Well, she's SUPER, of course!

She's also completely fucking fictional. 

So, I think I've managed the move to Squarespace without leaving anybody behind and with only a few handfuls of my hair ripped out. 

If you're not reading this, I've obviously screwed up somewhere, and holy crap do I not even care right now.

But!  It's Tuesday!  And Tuesdays around the square space mean the same thing they did around Blogger - it's time to dump all your random thoughts into a post & call it good!  Ready?  Have at thee!

No, I didn't manage to re-do the RTT button.  It's still ugly.  And purple.  I'll fix it eventually.  Honest.

The "create post" screen for the space that is square is just as uninspiring as the last one.

Hubby and I went and saw Inception.

Um...at least I think we did.

If historical events had Facebook pages.

If you're viewing this in Internet Explorer, there are supposed to be cute little social media icons over there on the right where those broken links are.  They're responsible for at least two handfuls of hair that are missing from my head.  They work fine in Firefox.  You should just switch to Firefox, ok?

FoN is a champion of my "let's get Keely a new job already" campaign and regularly forwards me job postings that she thinks I'd be interested in.  She sent me this posting for a "Ben & Jerry's Brand Ambassador", joking that it is her dream job:

Would you like working for the top brands in the world?  Would you like helping consumers discover new products?  Would you like having an impact on a consumer's daily decisions? Do you love Health and Beauty? Are you someone who takes great care of themselves?   If you answered yes to these questions, we have the perfect job for you, read on!

We are in search for BEN AND JERRY'S ICE CREAM lovers who will be executing various events!! 

Successful ambassadors will be responsible to visit stores within a set territory, to sell and explain the benefits of this products. You will become the client's sales ambassadors, and responsible to vehicle brand awareness.

When I actually read the listing, I wondered what the fuck being "interested in health & beauty" and "taking great care of yourself" have to do with ICE CREAM.  

Oh, right.  Thats a euphemism for "are you a hot chick?". 

Hot chicks like ice cream too, you guys.

Popsicles shaped like handguns.  Look into it, Ben & Jerry.

Poll: Color in the two gossipy bitches in the right side of my header or leave them grey?

After my disappointing 8-hour round-trip to the gyno last week, I visited my new GP and she called my naturopath and we all conferred and stood on one foot and chanted a rain dance, and the upshot is that I now have a prescription for bio-identical progesterone cream.  It's like moisturizer.  With hormones in it.  The pharmacist suggested that it absorbs better into fatty tissue.

So, if nothing else, I'll have a well-moisturized ass.  And that's important too.

That is all.  Go forth, and be random.

(Edit: DAMMIT. Bit of a learning curve here. sorry for the lack of Linky, folks.)