Saturday, July 3, 2010

My Life, Chapter DXLIX

(or, for those of you who can't read Archaic, 549. I just picked the number out of thin air)

I finally got fed up with my iPod mini (tm, C and all that other nonsense) and finally upgraded to a nano. So I was up early this morning to put all my old songs on it. This took considerably less time than I thought it would, so I went on the internet, only to find that the internet is just as dead on a Saturday morning in the summer as it is on a Saturday morning during the school year.

So I'd like to know who decided that the internet could just die on weekends? Some of us need to be entertained, you know. It's not like we can go to bed Friday night, wake up in time for Doctor Who on Saturday evening, and then sleep until Monday (which reminds me that Who's on hiatus this weekend...)

In the plus column, there's more coming out of the "Who Review" vaults in the near future. And probably some ranting about the 4th of July as well.

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