Birthday invite is out; if you didn't get it it's probably because I don't like you. Or because I fucked up. But more likely the first thing.

So now my iPod doesn't work. Something about the transition to the Mac (of course) completely fucked its inards straight out to the outards. So now I'm thinking that it would be really nice if Macintosh bought me a new iPod as a little signing bonus given that I've just given them three thousand damn dollars and all I got for my trouble is a busted-ass iPod that can only hold 43 songs. But I seriously doubt they've got the stats to pull off that kind of CS.

It's been on my mind for the last four hours, so here's the Vader Sessions again. It makes a lot of things a whole lot better.