Commentus Interuptus

Because it seemed like the 'cool' thing to do, I switched to Beta Blogger. This means that if you are a fellow blogger, you've been experiencing, er, problems with commenting. As I do so enjoy your comments, there are several ways to get around this; the most easy being just comment using "other" or "anonymous" and sign your name. Or, if you so desire you can merge your blogger account into Beta (which you'll probably have to do eventually). Or, you could just wait it out until Blogger straightens itself out. But, please don't let any of this discourage you from commenting on my Music Frustrations, My Phone Situation, Or My Book, er, Expeditions! Comments make my day and are a HUGE part of what makes blogging fun.

Sorry for the inconvenience, and I promise, now that I've swore at Blogger a whole lot, I'll go back to commenting on your blogs, too. Minus the easy linkage to my blog, of course.

Also, for those of you with my phone number - My Phone Is Now Here! It's happily charging, but hopefully, by the time I get back from work (I'm on lunch now) it will be a fully functioning link to humanity! Yay! So, after 6:30 PST / 9:30 EST tonight, I can again receive (and make) calls!

Topics Heretofore Avoided by this blog

I used to possess grudging respect for John Mayer. He seemed pretty normal. I even bought one of his albums, and enjoyed it. In general, I like artists who get famous by writing and playing their own music, so I respect them. But now. What is he thinking? Jessica Simpson?! Come to your senses, man! Just Look Up! The spell will be broken! seriously.

Also, on my way to work this morning (arguments can be made that I live under a rock) I heard the James Blunt song "Goodbye My Lover" for the first time. That is without a doubt the saddest, most painful song I have ever heard. I now must own it, so I can, when necessary, wallow with skill. But not over John Mayer and Boobs Simpson. Michael Buble was edging John out in my heart anyway. sigh.

Sing-A-Long!

I don't want to be a big whiner or anything, but not having a phone really sucks. In light of that fact I've been singing the Snow White song "Someday My Prince Will Come" with the lyrics changed. Where the raven haired beauty says "Prince" and "love" insert "phone" and "cell," etc.

Someday my phone will come
Someday I'll find my cell
And how thrilling that moment will be
When the phone of my dreams comes to me
It’ll whisper I love you
And steal a tale or two
Though it's far away I’ll find my cell someday
Someday when my dreams come true...

Ok, You get the picture. I'm clearly insane.

Hopefully Disney won't sue me... Not having a phone was especially painfull this weekend as I normally spend a good chunk of the time taking advantage of free weekend minutes and the only days the time difference works out ok between here and EST. Here's hoping there's a lovely box awaiting my return today...