The Demonweasel Speaks

I think the worst thing about losing the shit on your hard drive is all of the things you take for granted that you had on there. Bookmarks to places that you found that were fun or interesting, or in my case, my list of agents that I’ve queried and what my status is with them. Of course, I’ve got it all in email and I can dig them out with great tediousness, but it’s just a pain to not have it at my fingertips anymore.

There’s the music, which means I now have to listen to internet radio again, which means juggling the same two mediocre pop stations and the 80s station that’s relatively popular. I enjoy “nostalgic” 80s music, but my probably is that I was really only down with about half of it, the latter half, and the rest is kind of just lost to me. Unlike some folks, I’m straddling two decades so I can’t just enjoy one “I Love the…” show to artificially induce memories, I have to watch two. The 90s one is always weird because when it starts I’m like “Oh yeah, high school memories” and then at the end its “Ah, Allie being born and divorce…what a decade.”

Speaking of, I finally got a chance to watch “Fletch” yesterday and today (I’ve been taking a lot of poorly timed naps), which made me happy. It’s one of those movies I’ve seen clips of forever and knew I would enjoy, but I never really got a chance to get to sit down and watch. God bless you, TiVo.

But yes, naps, meaning I get home from work, we eat dinner, maybe watch some TV together, and then when Kenzie goes over to work on the computer I end up sleeping for anywhere from 10 minutes to an hour, which plays merry hob with my sleep schedule. It’s funny because no matter how gung-ho I was to party in Chicago, I always ended up lying down and falling asleep when Travis went to make a phone call or when Lee would get in the shower or something like that. One night I woke up just enough to see that those two had gone to bed, and I just had enough energy to get up and get under the covers, still dressed.

Getting back to dodgy tastes in music and nostalgia, on the way back Travis picked out a CD that was labeled “I Loved the 90s, 1990-94″ and we were mostly pleased with the results…although I did get the disappointed head shake when “Opposites Attract” came on.

I have no excuse, ask the missus…

EDIT: The 80s station is now playing “The Greatest Love of All” (the “I believe that children are our future” song), which is funny, because I sing that softly when small children are around that annoy me. Which is most children, most times…