I saw the Macbook Air Ad on the tv for the first time while i was doing the dishes one night. I heard the first few notes of the song and was immediately irritated.

I like that song…stupid Macbook….

I knew that song.

Where had I heard that song? . . . . . . So this morning it hits me; MySpace. http://www.myspace.com/yaelnaim Good music…shitty computer.

Oh and I HATE the 1st gen Macbook Air if you couldn’t tell. What a piece of garbage. Everyone that wants one needs a thorough examining by a professional. I once said that Oprah could put her seal of approval on the biggest piece of crap book…like photocopies hairy asses… and everyone would flock to it like every copy was stuffed with $100 bills. Well at this point Steve Jobs could put a single USB port on a steaming turd and the same thing would happen. The macbook air is, imho, a very thin steaming turd with a single USB port. And the people…of they are flocking and drooling and bowing and coveting…the most crippled and useless computer to come out since 1990.

The only nice thing I have to say about it? The display is mercury and arsenic free so when you bump it or sneeze near it and it flies into a million expensive pieces you can stomp on it in your driveway without getting toxic death all over your shoes. Woz is behind this, somehow. I can feel it.

Now I have to go make cookies before I have an aneurysm.

And yes, I am a fangirl.

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I unzipped my bag, opened the TiBook so it could take in the California sunshine and set it on the grass.

“You’re home now,” I said, choking up. “Go on. You’re free. Go!” I motioned for it to frolic, but it just sat there looking up at me in that cute way Apple laptops do. I dried my eyes and embraced my companion. “You’re right. We’ll be back,” I told the TiBook before packing it away and canvassing the area.

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I was organizing the storage room yesterday, which was my old bedroom here at the HQ, and I found my International Star Registry certificate box. I yanked it out of there, tossed it on my bed for me to put away later, and went about my organizing.

I sat down on my bed this morning (which I have been making on a regular basis *gasp*) and actually looked at the certificate. Nana gave it to me in 1987. The date on it says September 1st, 1987, but I don’t think she gave it to me on my birthday. Anyway, I read the paper for the first time in my life and realized what it says.

Know ye herewith that the International Star Registry doth hereby re designate star number Virgo RA 13h 14m 22sd -6* 26* to the name Rebecca Jayne. Know ye further that this star will henceforth be known by this name. This name is permanently filed in The Registry’s vault in Switzerland and recorded in a book which will be registered in the copyright office of the United States of America

All my life I thought she gave me a star (I was 5) but she named it after me. So, of course, I cry a little bit because we were so special to each other and I miss her like crazy. The only people who recognize this star as having a name is the Star Registry but it’s still a cool gift.

Nana was always giving me gifts that were a bit old for me, but now I love them so much. She had great taste and oddly enough, things she gave me when I was little and I’d think “what am I going to do with this?” are totally my style now.

I gave those registry people a call and told them I needed to order a replacement chart (I drew all over the one that came with it and then lost it…because I was 5). She asked me for the date and I told her and I could hear her thinking “Shit,” over the phone. Hehe. Their website goes back to 2002…someone is going to have a big ol fun time looking up a 20 year old star. If they had their business together, that would all be digital, she could ask me for the name and location of the star, zip it off on the laser printer, and take my money. That would be the way bug would run things, anyway.

They’re going to call me back when they can find it, and when I get it, I’ll frame the certificate and the chart then hang them up so I can look at it and remember how much someone loved a little girl named Rebecca Jayne.

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AFI
Amy Winehouse
Ani DiFranco
apoptygma berzerk
Carbon Based Lifeforms
Conjure One
Eckhart Tolle
Exit Ophelia
Fall Out Boy
Hanson
Jeff Buckley
Joan Osborne
Lamb
Peter Gabriel
Phutureprimitive
See The Poet
The Smiths
Sopor Aeternus
Tiger Army
Tool
VNV Nation
Trespassers William
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and a ton of podcasts like:
Geek.Farm.Life, Hip Tranquil Chick, Kabbalah To Go, Lance & Graal, Meditation Station, More Hip Than Hippie, My Thought Coach, Pagan Living, Thelema Coast to Coast, Vegan Radio, & Vegetarian Food For Thought

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doing

i had gotten my reading list whittled down to basically nothing and now i am back up to 5 books. ahh.

i think next weekend i am going to make apricot almond cupcakes, so if you are randomly gifted in person with cupcakes…its just because i don’t want to get hideously fat by eating them all. i wouldn’t share if they sucked. probably going to tackle that friday night. in the mean time … laundry. grocery shopping. yelling at dogs. cleaning. reading. gaming.

project

things are going well with the podcast studio. i recorded the intro to my first show and then…audacity crashed. hahaha. it sounded way too scripted anyway, which it was. whenever i get in front of the mic…i freeze and there are a lot of uhh and mmm well . . . . . . moments. my voice has changed a lot since the last time i listened to it. it’s not as grating as i remember. everyone is freaked out by their own voice in the beginning though…or so i am told.

farm

i messed up last night while playing harvest moon. i pressed the z button on the 3rd controller. someone said it reveals all hidden items. i had no idea what that meant…but what it does it puts every single item you could possibly ever have and as many of them as you could ever have in your rucksack. i ended up holding a record (vinyl, lp) that i couldn’t put away, throw away, or put down.

that was really not what i intended. i started over this morning on a new farm. i liked my names so i kept them the same. Vesu (normal female cow), Vasa (star bull), Cluck (hen), Sev(rooster), Meier(horse), Nox(puppy)… I think this time i’ll be able to get sheep. i wish there were goats. i love goats.

photo

i am weaning myself off of autofocus. i prefer the speed of AF, but it’s really not accurate sometimes, especially when i am in a hurry. i figured i might as well just stop using it and get faster at manually focusing. i am going to force myself to stop buying stupid little shit so i can save up and buy a new lens. This one is currently on my mind, but i have a whole list of others that i want just as much. i wish i could be satisfied with an inexpensive hobby…like breathing.

now i am going to the grocery store. have a good sunday, everyone.

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