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The Sneeze 2007-10-18 06:54:21 It’s not like I didn’t brace for it. After all, I’ve been pregnant a few times over the last six or seven years, so I know what to expect. I was walking into Loblaws when I felt it coming on, and I even paused and braced for it. It didn’t help.
I sneezed, and to my utter dismay, I squirted.
What the hell? I’m barely six months pregnant, and I didn’t even have a full bladder. I’ve even been doing my kegels.
Speaking of kegels, after birthing 9 lbs and 10 lbs of boy, I take my kegels very seriously. If I didn’t, I imagine my uterus may end up dangling somewhere between my knees by the time I whelp this one. I remember from our prenatal classes, way back when I was pregnant with Tristan, that the nurse said you should find an activity that you do every day and use that activity as a reminder to do your kegels. I could have maybe chosen when I’m standing in my private kitchen making dinner, maybe chosen my private bathroom w
The one where she bans Star Wars from the house 2007-10-17 06:59:12 We were having dinner last night. Spaghetti and garlic bread, a simple and favourite family staple. I had been updating Beloved on my appointment Monday with the midwife, and told Tristan that the “ladies who help the baby come out” said that he and Simon should come to the office one day so they can hear the baby’s heart beat and even feel the shape of the baby. (How amazing is that? I can’t imagine my OB offering to host my kids for a shared family appointment. Matter of fact, the midwives encouraged it. I made the right choice in going with the midwives for this baby. I’m so happy with them.)
So Tristan and I started talking about the baby, and he tells me that mommies go away to have their babies. (This also builds on a conversation from a few days before, where we read an “Arthur” book about a dog that goes missing and it turns out she’s hidden to have her puppies.) I say yes, mommies go to the hospital to help the babies co
The best way to appeal to a blogger is through her ego 2007-10-16 08:14:58 This was one of the several things we discussed at last night’s Third Monday social media gathering, featuring me! (Warning: my ego has been pumped to nearly unbearable proportions after last night. There will be no living with me until I brag just a little bit about how much fun I had, so you might as well just let me get it out of my system.)
I have been agonizing for weeks about doing the “Marketers and the Mommy Bloggers” Third Monday presentation. Recent Third Monday speakers have included Paul Wells, Mitch Joel and Stephen Taylor, and I just couldn’t wrap my head around what I might have to offer to a crowd of people mostly unfamiliar with Mom Bloggers but very familiar with PR and social media and marketing.
I needn’t have worried. The whole evening had a friendly, intimate feel to it, which I think made all the difference. My friend and government-and-social-media mentor Ian Ketcheson did a great job moderating the conversation, making the ev
Why I will always think of Jeff Probst when I think of my childbearing years 2007-10-24 07:42:56 When I look back on the past eight years, eight incredible years that that have seen infertility, conception, miscarriage, childbirth and the parenting of two - soon to be three - small boys, you know what will be inextricably linked with this period in my life? I mean aside from the joy and the tears and the hope and the anxiety and the bliss and the misery and the diapers and the sippy cups and the rest of it? You know what will be the wallpaper on the background of these years?
Survivor, the reality show on CBS.
True confession time: I have never missed an episode of Survivor. Nota bene: not that I’ve never missed a season; no, I’ve never missed a single episode.
Survivor debuted on May 31, 2000. Beloved was teaching evenings at the time, and I watched the first episode out of sheer boredom. There was some other reality show about a ship or something; this one seemed like a better choice, but only marginally. Three weeks later, I found out I was pregnant for the f Read more:always
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10-pages-in book review: The Reincarnationist 2007-10-23 07:45:28 I don’t usually do sponsored book review
s as 10-pages-in reviews. I try to keep them distinct, partly so you’ll know books I’ve stumbled upon serendipitously versus books I’ve been offered to review, and partly because if someone is going to the trouble of sponsoring a review (in this case, MotherTalk provides a copy of the book and a $20 Amazon gift certificate) the least I can do is read the whole book before reviewing it!
In this case, I’m going to make an exception. I would have likely been curious enough about this book to pick it up on my own anyway. Plus, I didn’t receive it until a week or so ago, and quite frankly - I just haven’t had time to finish it yet! Right now, I’m about two-thirds of the way through.
After all that, on with the review. Today we’re talking about MJ Rose’s The Reincarnationist, a suspense thriller with a historical twist, akin to Dan Brown’s The DaVinci Code meets Elizabeth Kostova&rs Read more:book review
Babies, brownies and boys 2007-10-22 07:38:51 The brownie mixes have been calling to me. Every time I go grocery shopping, even though I’m not a huge dessert fan, the brownie mixes have been singing their chocolately siren song, and I finally gave in and bought a box.
We were heading over to my folk’s place for dinner, and knowing that Papa Lou is a big fan of brownies
, I decided we’d share. We were driving over there, me with the still-warm pan of brownies in my lap, and the scent of warm, melty chocolate filling the car.
“Are we going to share the brownies?” asked Tristan, who had been salivating since they were baking.
“That’s right,” I said. “One piece for each of us.”
“Yeah,” agreed Tristan. “One for me, one for Simon, one for Daddy, one for Mummy, one for Granny, and one for Papa Lou.”
“Well,” I said, “I think I should get TWO pieces.”
“Two pieces? No way!” Tristan replied.
“Sure,” chimed i Read more:Babies
Dumbledore comes out of the closet 2007-10-21 07:44:27 I can’t say I ever overtly suspected it, as that would insinuate that I had speculated about it. But somehow it comes
as no surprise whatsover that JK Rowling confirmed on Friday night to a group of American fans at Carnegie Hall that yes, Dumbledore, the late, great headmaster of Hogwarts, was gay.
Asked by a fan if Dumbledore had ever himself fallen in love, Rowling replied, ‘My truthful answer to you is that I have always thought of Dumbledore as gay.” She goes on to explain that his one great love was Gellert Grindelwald, the wizard first befriended by Dumbledore and then, when Grindelwald turns to the darker side of the magical world, is eventually defeated by Dumbledore in a famous wizard duel.
Rowling said she first addressed Dumbledore’s sexuality while reviewing the script for the upcoming movie version of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. “I was in a script read-through for the sixth film, and they had Dumbledore saying a line to Harry
The one with the alarm 2007-10-29 07:41:30 It’s just before 6 am on Saturday morning, and somebody’s car alarm
goes off nearby. It squalls for two or three seconds, just enough to wake me up, then stops. I lie in bed, considering whether to get up or not, when it squalls again. Cursing the irresponsiblity of people who let their alarms ring unchecked at 6 o’clock on a Saturday morning, I roll over and pull the covers up over my head, just in time to hear the phone ring. It rings twice, and stops before I can pick it up.
“Mommy!” calls Tristan from downstairs. “What’s that noise?”
I go downstairs, and the alarm is louder. I follow the sound to the living room and pull the couch away from the wall, and the squalling becomes deafening. It’s not a car alarm, it’s our house alarm.
There are three problems with it being our house alarm:
I’ve by now figured out that it’s being set off by the motion detectors, and every time we move through the main floor
What we have here is an ex-iPod 2007-10-26 06:28:22 This week, my iPod
died. Well, it didn’t so much die as drown. Or maybe it was the laundry soap that killed it. Might have, now that I think about it, been the spin cycle that finally sent it back to the big Apple in the sky.
Yes, it’s true. I feel great shame. I laundered my iPod. And now it’s dead.
Well, that’s not exactly true. It wasn’t me who laundered the iPod, it was Beloved. It was, however, me who put said iPod in the bib pocket of my overalls, and me who forgot it was there, and me who dumped said overalls into the laundry hamper, and then transferred them into a laundry basket. But it was Beloved who ultimately laundered the iPod. Somehow that matters.
Beloved found the sparkling clean iPod resting in the bottom of the washing machine, so at least it was spared the circuit-melting indignity of the dryer. With comingling shame and trepidation, I scoured the Interwebs for information about recently laundered iPods. After all, there has
The unbearable crankiness of pregnancy 2007-10-25 07:33:41 I once had a friend who was a self-confessed mean drunk. “I just don’t get it,” he said to me one day. “Whenever I drink, everybody else turns into an asshole.”
I can relate to this right now. I simply don’t understand why, every time I hit the third trimester of pregnancy, everybody and everything is suddenly so bloody irritating.
You certainly wouldn’t be thinking that it might just possibly be me, are you? ARE YOU?
Okay, so I admit it, it is me. I’m well aware of the fact, in some logical corner of my brain, that I seem to be lacking any sort of reserve of patience right now. Unfortunately, that small, lonely voice of intellectual acknowledgement gets drowned out when screaming banshee woman takes over and throws a temper tantrum because we’ve run out of mustard and nobody bothered to tell me.
The worst part is that if you were drawing a graph that delineates my relative irritability throughout the day, you’d see tha
Rampant with whining 2007-11-02 07:16:49 Yeah, this is more like the November I’ve come to know and dread. Apologies to those of you with November birthdays, who bring a tiny bit of sunshine to this otherwise hellacious month, but I really do hate November.
The nanny called me at work yesterday sometime before 10:00 saying she was very sick and could I please come home, so I did. Takes just over an hour to get home on the bus at midday, damn suburbs.
The day passed reasonably uneventfully until 5 pm, when child number one barfed. He barfed again, this time accompanied by the runs, just before 7 pm. Child number two barfed at 8 pm. Child number one woke up crying with the runs and dry heaves (there is nothing more pathetic than a three-year-old with dry heaves) at 10:30. Child number two woke up and barfed sometime around 2:30 this morning. The nanny called in sick around 7:30 this morning.
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A great start to NaBloPoMo! 2007-11-01 07:07:40 Yay, it’s November!
Never thought I’d say those words. Truly, I hate November. Of all the months, November continues to be the suckiest. Bad things happen in November.
But November means that the arrival of the Player to be Named Later is just three months away. Yay! And November means Halloween is done, so we can talk about getting ready for Christmas. Yay! And November means it’s National Blog Posting Month, or NaBloPoMo, where I get to scintillate and entertain you EVERY SINGLE DAY of the month! (I’ll leave it up to you whether that’s a yay or not.)
But yayest of all is this: Postcards from the Mothership has made the cut as a Best Parenting Blog finalist on this year’s Weblog Awards!! YAY!!
Thank you SO much for the nomination, I’m truly honoured. And not only did Maggie nominate me, but the judges picked me - well, picked blog - out of a field of more than 45 nominees, to be one of the 10 finalists!
*pauses to beam proudly*
A daycare cautionary tale 2007-10-31 07:39:09 I’ve been following a story in the media here about an unlicensed child care provider who has been arrested and charged with forcible confinement and obstructing police. The story was first published yesterday, with details of how the parents of 11 children, ages one to four, were called to come and pick up their children at the care provider’s home after police and paramedics raided the home following complaints by two sets of parents. I couldn’t help but imagine what it must have been like for those parents to get that call out of the blue in the middle of the day… “Come and pick up your kids, the police and paramedics have shut down your daycare.”
Today, the follow-up story said that four of the youngest children, all under the age of two, were “forcibly confined” in a playpen in the furnace room of the home during the day.
I’m chilled by this story because it could have so easily been me, been my kids. The article quoted one
So, talk to me about minivans 2007-10-30 07:54:40 Sigh. I guess there’s no avoiding it. We’re capitulating to the dark side. Not only are we in the market for a second car, but we’re officially shopping for a minivan now.
At first, I thought maybe we could get by with the Mazda 5 or the Kia Rondo, the new station wagons with the third row of seating. (I love our Ford Focus wagon. We’re on our second one, and I think it’s the perfect family car — if you have two kids or less.) But, I’ve been doing some reading and there isn’t even enough storage space in the back of the Mazda 5 for a stroller, let alone some of the gear you’d have to bring along for an excursion of any length. So, we’re looking at minivans.
Aside from the stigma of being a minivan mom, and the horrendous fuel consumption, I have other concerns about the minivan. I hate the idea that one of the kids will be in the very back row - and very far out of my reach. If I put Tristan’s booster seat in th
The one with the hallucinogenic toys 2007-11-07 07:11:06 On the first day of voting for the Weblog Awards, for a glorious (if delusional) hour or two, I was in first (!) place. Now that it’s the penultimate day for voting, I’m in penultimate place. Sigh. Vote today to make sure this insidious trend doesn’t leave me in last place tomorrow, okay?
Visiting for the first time? Welcome! Here are a few of my favourite posts, randomly selected for your bloggy pleasure:
Our infertility and IVF stories;
Tristan’s birth story and Simon’s birth story;
Zed versus Zee (because I’m fiercely proud of my Canadian-ness)
I’m outraged (because I love a good grammar debate)
Code Blue for Daycare (because it’s one of my pet topics)
The sweater story (because it still makes me laugh at myself)
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Yesterday, we talked about the Canadian Toy Testing Council’s best toys for 2008. I had also bookmarked another “Best Toys of 2007” link a while ago, and was thinking about writing about it, but q
Best bet toys for 2008 2007-11-06 07:36:30 Every year, the Canadian Toy Testing Council releases its picks for the best toys of the year, as selected by the more than 1000 families that are part of the toy testing network. The CTTC provides a full report on all the toys they test (sorted alphabetically or by age), and also provides a list of award-winners in categories like Best Bets, Children’s Choice and Great Books. They base their rankings on design, safety, battery consumption, durability, ease of assembly and “play value,” meaning whether young testers remain interested in the toy after weeks of play. I love these lists and get great ideas from them every year.
This year, “Best Bet” toys include Diego’s Animal Rescue Centre for ages 3 - 5 years, My Real Digital Camera by Little Tykes for ages 3 and up, a Thomas Making Tracks Board Game for ages 4 and up and the Big League Hockey Manager game for ages 10 and up, to name just a few. (For the full list, check out the CTTC website.)
The
I’m a big girl now 2007-11-05 06:12:32 I’m getting a little worried. I’m only six months (technically, 27 and a half weeks) pregnant, and by all accounts, I’m friggin’ huge. No, really? Huge. Huge, like people ask me when I’m due and when I say “February” they go through this disbelief-shock-pity series of expressions and ask me if I’m sure there’s only one in there. Like, my own postal code huge. Like, I’ll soon have a gravitational pull equivalent to Pluto huge.
No doubt, my inherent lack of willpower has been a contributing factor, as has been my willingness to play fast and loose with the definition of “good nutrition.” And the fact that while I didn’t suffer overt morning sickness, I did feel like crap on toast for the first four months of this pregnancy, during which time I heavily self-medicated with my twin addictions to Coke Classic and potato chips. On the good side, I’ve compensated by continuing my weekly visits to the Read more:big girl
Time changes suck 2007-11-04 08:38:06 All the reminders about the time change this weekend have been accompanied by some reference to an extra hour of sleep. Bah! Sleeping in. If you don’t have kids, maybe. It’s just before nine o’clock on a Sunday morning, and we’ve already been up for more than four hours. We’ve watched a video, played a rousing round of Candyland, had breakfast and a snack. I’ve read the entire Sunday paper while the kids played video games, and had two cups of coffee. Four hours later, and I’m still bitter about dragging myself resentfully from my warm and cozy flannel sheets at 4:43 this morning. The day stretches out like an endless desert horizon before us with no relief in sight; it’s not even 9 am and we’re already bored and sick of each other and climbing the walls.
Time changes
? Suck.
It’s my fault that they’re early risers, I know. I get up for work every day just before 6 am, and I’m hardwired for early mornings
Humble pie 2007-11-03 18:58:39 I should have taken a screen print of those few shining hours yesterday morning, before all the other nominees noticed that they were nominated for the Best Parenting Blog thing, and me and my early-rising bloggy peeps were running the voting show. Ah well, at least a few of you immortalized the glory days hours in the comments.
Since after a day and a half of voting, I have less than 10% of the votes of the leading contender and teetering on the edge of dead last, I think I safely call this race as run. If I thought it would help, I’d tell you to vote for my dear friend and bloggy sister, Bub and Pie, but even if we pool our votes I’m not sure we could clamber out of last place.
Heck, they don’t even have the blog name right in the link list under the poll. They’ve got me down as Dani Girl instead of Postcards from the Mothership. Oh, that must be the problem. I’m suffering from brand confusion. Yeah, that’s it, that explains everything!
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Spot the Ottawa bloggers 2007-11-11 06:58:34 First of all, shame on me for not yet saying a HUGE thank you for each of the 288 votes (!!) you cast for the Best Parenting Weblog Award. Really, thank you! I’m honoured and touched and will treasure each vote, and I’m sure some dark future days when I’m feeling insecure and ridiculous with all this blog stuff I’ll be recounting each precious vote like a miser with his gold.
And you saved me from last place!! I could have written a post about the wonders of eighth place, and what a terrific number 8 is — but my hilarious if numerically-challenged fellow competitor, Hollywood Flakes, has already written that post for me. So, er, what she said!
(Edited to add: Ack! Apparently we need some fact checkers around here. I’ve made an egregious claim to the glory of eigth place, led down the garden path to delusions of grandeur by the aforementioned numerically-challenged Sarah of Hollywood Flakes. *blush* In fact, the rightful heir to the title Read more:Ottawa
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Christmas in the Capital 2007-11-10 05:19:43 I love Christmas
. I love parades. I *really* love pink-cheeked children wrapped in snowsuits lining the streets for the Santa Claus parade. I look forward to it every year, and am just happy now that at least I have a good excuse to go every year… maybe to more than one!
Just as I did at this time last year, I’ve compiled a list of local Santa Claus parades. If I’ve missed one in the greater Ottawa neighbourhood, drop me a note and let me know!
38th Annual Ottawa Help Santa Toy Parade
Saturday November 17, 2007, starting at 11 am. The parade will start at Elgin and Laurier, City Hall, head West on Laurier Street, turn South on Bank Street, and finish at Landsdowne Park. Bring toys for collection and distribution to Ottawa’s less fortunate families.
Barrhaven Lions 11th Annual Santa Parade
Saturday November 17, 2007, starting at 6 pm. Follows Strandherd Drive from Beatrice to Greenbank.
Kanata Santa Claus Parade
Saturday November 17, 2007, starting at 10
All about Beloved 2007-11-09 07:52:29 This went ’round the blogosphere about a month ago and I filed it away for just such a brainless Friday during NaBloPoMo as this, but I first saw it at Slouching Mom’s place so she gets the linky love.
1. Who is your man?
Beloved. (When I started blogging, everyone had a pseudonym. Tristan’s middle name is Louis, so he was Luigi, and Simon’s middle name is Francis, so he was Frankie. It took me about two weeks to realize I couldn’t blog about them without using their real names - it was too awkward and fake, and we don’t have a drop of Italian blood in our combined family lines - but I kept Beloved first for an affectation, and now purely with affection.)
2. How long have you been together?
Twelve and a half years, since March of 1995. Married since July of 1999.
3. How long did you date?
We didn’t exactly date. We lived in separate cities (me in Ottawa, him in London) for eight months but were exclusive from the day we met. For most of
My rebellious streak 2007-11-08 08:36:29 I am, for the most part, a law-abiding citizen. I don’t knock over liquor stores, don’t carry concealed weapons, and rarely roll my stops - even when making a right-hand turn. I’ve never been pulled over for speeding. The only time I was ever actually inside a police car was when a very nice officer escorted Beloved and I home from the site of an accident Beloved had making an ill-advised turn into oncoming traffic. I am, in short, a good girl.
There is, however, one set of laws I will flagrantly flout. Not only will I break them from necessity, but I will break them for the sheer thrill of it. I am incorrigible.
My name is DaniGirl, and I am an inveterate jaywalker.
Even though the nearest intersection may be mere metres away, I will cross the street in the middle of the block. I will cross against the light. I will dodge moving vehicles, standing on the yellow line in the middle of the road, waiting for a break in traffic. I’m sure that I commit some
The one with the hallucinogenic toys 2007-11-07 07:11:06 On the first day of voting for the Weblog Awards, for a glorious (if delusional) hour or two, I was in first (!) place. Now that it’s the penultimate day for voting, I’m in penultimate place. Sigh. Vote today to make sure this insidious trend doesn’t leave me in last place tomorrow, okay?
Visiting for the first time? Welcome! Here are a few of my favourite posts, randomly selected for your bloggy pleasure:
Our infertility and IVF stories;
Tristan’s birth story and Simon’s birth story;
Zed versus Zee (because I’m fiercely proud of my Canadian-ness)
I’m outraged (because I love a good grammar debate)
Code Blue for Daycare (because it’s one of my pet topics)
The sweater story (because it still makes me laugh at myself)
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Yesterday, we talked about the Canadian Toy Testing Council’s best toys for 2008. I had also bookmarked another “Best Toys of 2007” link a while ago, and was thinking about writing about it, but q
29 week update 2007-11-16 07:31:32 It’s beginning to occur to me that after this pregnancy is over, we’ll have a baby to show for our efforts. A baby! A whole new person. I don’t know why it’s so easy to overlook that in these middling stages of pregnancy… denial, anyone?
Been a while, I think, since I’ve posted an update on the Player to be Named Later. Things have been progressing unremarkably, which is exactly what I would have wanted. I’m now officially in the third trimester, with just 11 weeks left until my due date.
You’ll be happy to hear (as I lick chocolate chip muffin crumbs from my fingertips) that I did not, in fact, fail my recent glucose test. Yay! I did score less than perfect on my iron test, though, so I’ll be boosting that with an herbal iron supplement recommended by my midwife. I’m not really surprised on this one. I’ve had problems with anemia on and off through the years.
Although I feel positively ginormous, I’m mo
In which she admits she didn’t know it all 2007-11-15 07:50:24 I think it’s a rite of passage as a mom (or dad) blogger to write at least a couple of posts about how the realities of actually parenting a child have chipped away at whatever moral resolve you might have had when you were childless, leaving your previously lofty standards in a tarnished heap on the floor. You know the ones, where you started out believing that TV was the devil, and by the time the child was nine months old you had him propped up in front of Baby Einstein for three hours a day. Or the time you swore on your soul that you would NOT be that parent who catered her entire day to her daughter’s nap schedule — until you actually had a daughter. A daughter who turned into babyzilla when you messed with her sleep routine. Not to mention the fact that you now consider two Twinkies and a cup of orange Kool-Aid an acceptable breakfast. (Or, maybe that’s just me.)
What I haven’t written, though, is about the stuff that I didn’t think I&rsq
One thousand (!) 2007-11-14 07:04:55 Did you know that the letter A does not appear in the English spelling of any number lower than “one thousand”? Oh, the trivial gifts the Interwebs give to me.
One thousand. Like, a thousand words, or a Thousand Islands. Or, one thousand posts.
Yes, my bloggy peeps, this is my one-thousandth post. One thousand posts in not-quite 34 months. The mind boggles.
You know, I always wanted to be a writer, and I always knew that I had an easy style when it came to stringing words together — but I always feared I had nothing to write about. *snicker*
And now, in honour of my one-thousandth post, a couple of favourite subjects: Books! Memes! BOOK MEMES!!
(Thanks to Raising WEG, from whom I filched this one.)
This list is via the Guardian’s report of the top 20 books re-read by Britons. I’ve italicized those books I’ve read, and bold-faced the books I’ve read more than once.
The Harry Potter Series by JK Rowling
The Lord of the Rings b
Comment moderation enabled 2007-11-13 17:24:30 Sorry, folks. I’m not overly fond of captchas, but I had to do something to stop the flow of comment spam. I’ve installed a small captcha widget called reCAPTCHA that asks you to type two words before you comment. The upside is that by using this one, you’re helping to confirm words that have been scanned to digitize books. You can read more about it here.
I hope this is just a temporary measure. Thanks for your patience, and please do send me an e-mail at danicanada (a) gmail (dot) com if you have any trouble with it!
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Spam and curses - or, cursed spam 2007-11-13 07:10:24 What the holy hell is going on with the spam all of a sudden? My spam filter has caught more than 700 spam comments since Friday, and I’ve deleted another dozen or more spam trackbacks. That’s about four times what it usually is. Seriously, I’m getting a little annoyed. And the vast majority of them have Greek names attached to them - go figure.
I wade through all of them, because the spam filter does occassionally snag a legitimate comment by mistake, but it’s getting to be an onerous task. I may have to look into some sort of comment validation, much as I hate those things. Sigh. The splogs are getting out of hand, too, but while I find it annoying to see that “Floyd wrote an interesting piece on (keyword): here’s an excerpt” followed by my content, I don’t have the heart or the inclination to follow up on each and every one of them. (I’m finding about three a week these days through the trackback spam.) Did I mention
A shiny new iPod 2007-11-12 06:04:28 So, remember the iPod
that didn’t survive the spin cycle? This week, I got my gift certificate in fulfilment of the product replacement plan with no questions asked. Last time I ever mock Beloved’s inability to purchase any electronic product without also buying extended warranty coverage!
The gift certificate was for the purchase price we paid for my 1G Nano back in the summer of 2006. Happy as I would have been to simply reacquire a replacement 1G Nano — they don’t sell them anymore. I was planning on spending a little bit out of pocket to get a 2G replacement, but they actually had the 4G Nano on sale for LESS than the price of the 2G. Go figure! (I have to laugh at this ridiculous amount of storage space when I think back to my first computer, a scant dozen years ago, that had what seemed like a ginormous 100 MG of memory… to say nothing of our first family computer, way back in the early 1980s. Remember the Sinclair ZX, with a stellar 16 KB of
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