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December 15, 2001

What'd you say?

Tracy is in MP3 land again. She's already burned one cd and is working on another.

The first part of it isn't all that bad. Okay....so she's doing all these downloads and using up ALLLLLLLL our bandwidth and I can't get any 0's and 1's to go anywhere... But at least she's still here with us.

Then the cd is burned and it MUST be reviewed. Loudly. I have to stop whatever the hell I'm trying to do and Spencer gets pulled away from his ever-present cartoons. She shows us her creation. The music plays....she gives us the history of the singer, the song, and her memories of it....shouting over the loudly playing music.... while Spencer dances. She shouts. I shout back. Spencer dances. (The animals look at us like we're retarded.)

But this is the post-burn review. She's finally stopped talking (shouting) and I've stopped answering (shouting) and Spencer's deep in the throes of some strange imitation of "dancing" that he's seen on tv. The track is changed. Mid-note. The process is repeated. The songs get shorter and shorter until it's like watching tv with a remote-control maniac. Spencer pulls something trying to go from the split he does for song A into the twirl that's required for song B. My eye starts to twitch. Then it's over. The last 3 seconds of the last song. We're dispatched and dismissed. (okay, now don't bother me)

She twirls around in her computer chair. The cd is ceremoniously relocated .... and the headphones go on. She's gone. She's somewhere inside her mind and online. HERE she listens to the whole song. I know. I can hear it seeping out through the headphones.

She begins shouting again..."go to www...." I shout back (knowing she can't hear with the headphones on). She's moving closer and closer to the monitor...she's getting sucked in... [It gets like that here...sometimes I have to email her to find out what she wants for dinner....]

She spins to the left again... "did you see yadda yadda yadda...." I move my lips. Literally. I'm not actually saying anything. I'm just pretending. She spins back around to the monitor - satisfied that I've answered. [When she's not looking, I giggle about this.] She goes to another site.

She spins to the left again... "look at what's on Hoopty's site...did you see that yet?" I move my lips. This time I'm saying something, but no sound is coming out. She spins back around to the monitor - again satisfied that I've answered. I giggle. Know what I said?

"We thought you was a toad."

Do not seek the treasure.........it's bushwhacked.

Posted by BlueWolf on December 15, 2001 05:13 PM