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Today, it rained a bit. I look upon that as a sign of cleansing and the hope that this next few weeks will be focused and productive. I say this as I pop wasabi-coated macadamia nuts into my mouth with a gusto that can only be described as “chain munching.” Clearly, I am in trouble. Nothing should be this addictive. I had better stop before I gum up the keys with wasabi powder. Well, maybe just a few more…
Okay, I’ve tucked them away. I’m free, for a while. *shakes head sadly* I am weak. *hangs head*
Speaking of addictions… I have to confess my love for Yahoo’s My Station. I decided to make a station of my own styles of music and I have been lovingly honing it to become my ultimate listening experience. I absolutely love it. It has eaten my brain. I am okay with this. I gladly gave it my brain and asked if it wanted green or black tea to wash down the gray matter. But now I am sad. I am sad because not only has Yahoo My Station eaten my brain, it has bitten me in the backside. A couple of days ago, it stopped working. Apparently, I have exceeded the allowed listening time and it cast me out like last year’s fashion. *pout* I was okay with this, sort of, as I still have my iPod speakers. But last night was the limit! Last night, Yahoo My Station kicked me when I was down and then spit on my brainless, arse-bitten body.
Back story: When I encounter a period of insomnia, my best defense is to listen to books on cd. Before I left home, I copied The Odyssey onto my iPod so I could bring it to bed. I don’t have a cd player nor any of my cds here in Au. Just the iPod. But, my iPod’s earphone speaker hole has ceased to function. It works great when cradled on the speaker stand, but then G would be subjected to Homer.
Last night, both of us were inflicted with the insomnia. I came out into the living room, turned on my computer and tried to persuade Yahoo to allow me to listen to the comedy station or something so I could distract my mind into sleep. Yahoo explained I needed to pay $35 per year for this pleasure. I was sleep deprived and desperate. I clicked on the button to pay for something that, in my waking, rational hours, I had consciously decided against. Again, I am weak.
But wait, allow me to show you the depth of the iceberg that sank my trans-Atlantic sleep ship.
The next screen to pop onto my computer explained that feature of LaunchCast was only available in the U.S. at this time. Try again later.
*boggles*
You see, despite the fact that I’m American, with an American Yahoo account, an American credit card, and the misguided willingness to pay $35 for this service in a weak moment, I am logged on from Australia and the silly system knows this and won’t allow me to throw money at it so I can listen to someone talk so I can fall asleep. *takes deep breath after that run-on sentence*
Weak moment.
Nevertheless, how silly is that? I was so frustrated last night that I almost wept. All I kept thinking was how silly it would sound if I had to call one of my friends in the US at 6am PNW time and ask them to buy me access to my own American account because I’m geographically misplaced. Can you imagine receiving a phone call from me weeping about how Yahoo was mean to me and won’t allow me to fall asleep? Pathetic.
I ended up listening to Fresh Air for a couple hours to no avail. Well, I learned interesting stuff, but the sleep was not forthcoming. *heavy sigh*
I managed to stay awake this evening while G, Paul, Dale and I worked on our DingoDaddy venture. At this point, I am perfectly drained and want nothing more than to curl up in bed for the rest of the night. I just wanted to share my pain with you and to squeal on G who had a grand time laughing at me when I told him that Yahoo won’t play nicely with me. I guess I may forgive him as he was sleep deprived, too. *mutters something about sleep deprived meanie under breath and snorts*
I strongly suspect that Yahoo runs with scissors when no one is watching. Tricksy Yahoo. *juts out bottom lip*
Okay, I’ve tucked them away. I’m free, for a while. *shakes head sadly* I am weak. *hangs head*
Speaking of addictions… I have to confess my love for Yahoo’s My Station. I decided to make a station of my own styles of music and I have been lovingly honing it to become my ultimate listening experience. I absolutely love it. It has eaten my brain. I am okay with this. I gladly gave it my brain and asked if it wanted green or black tea to wash down the gray matter. But now I am sad. I am sad because not only has Yahoo My Station eaten my brain, it has bitten me in the backside. A couple of days ago, it stopped working. Apparently, I have exceeded the allowed listening time and it cast me out like last year’s fashion. *pout* I was okay with this, sort of, as I still have my iPod speakers. But last night was the limit! Last night, Yahoo My Station kicked me when I was down and then spit on my brainless, arse-bitten body.
Back story: When I encounter a period of insomnia, my best defense is to listen to books on cd. Before I left home, I copied The Odyssey onto my iPod so I could bring it to bed. I don’t have a cd player nor any of my cds here in Au. Just the iPod. But, my iPod’s earphone speaker hole has ceased to function. It works great when cradled on the speaker stand, but then G would be subjected to Homer.
Last night, both of us were inflicted with the insomnia. I came out into the living room, turned on my computer and tried to persuade Yahoo to allow me to listen to the comedy station or something so I could distract my mind into sleep. Yahoo explained I needed to pay $35 per year for this pleasure. I was sleep deprived and desperate. I clicked on the button to pay for something that, in my waking, rational hours, I had consciously decided against. Again, I am weak.
But wait, allow me to show you the depth of the iceberg that sank my trans-Atlantic sleep ship.
The next screen to pop onto my computer explained that feature of LaunchCast was only available in the U.S. at this time. Try again later.
*boggles*
You see, despite the fact that I’m American, with an American Yahoo account, an American credit card, and the misguided willingness to pay $35 for this service in a weak moment, I am logged on from Australia and the silly system knows this and won’t allow me to throw money at it so I can listen to someone talk so I can fall asleep. *takes deep breath after that run-on sentence*
Weak moment.
Nevertheless, how silly is that? I was so frustrated last night that I almost wept. All I kept thinking was how silly it would sound if I had to call one of my friends in the US at 6am PNW time and ask them to buy me access to my own American account because I’m geographically misplaced. Can you imagine receiving a phone call from me weeping about how Yahoo was mean to me and won’t allow me to fall asleep? Pathetic.
I ended up listening to Fresh Air for a couple hours to no avail. Well, I learned interesting stuff, but the sleep was not forthcoming. *heavy sigh*
I managed to stay awake this evening while G, Paul, Dale and I worked on our DingoDaddy venture. At this point, I am perfectly drained and want nothing more than to curl up in bed for the rest of the night. I just wanted to share my pain with you and to squeal on G who had a grand time laughing at me when I told him that Yahoo won’t play nicely with me. I guess I may forgive him as he was sleep deprived, too. *mutters something about sleep deprived meanie under breath and snorts*
I strongly suspect that Yahoo runs with scissors when no one is watching. Tricksy Yahoo. *juts out bottom lip*
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But I could be wrong.
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Insomnia sucks.
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So ridiculous they won't let you have it :(
Did they at least give you a refund? $35 is a lot of money for a music service!
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