Finch Platte
03-30-2004, 06:22 AM
...you make copies.
So I'm walking out to my mailbox, which is across the road. A busy road, where people like to drive their cars as though they're making a commercial at the Bonnieville Salt Flats, trying to bust the sound barrier. If I may digress, on the other hand, I was behind an SUV the other day thru a parking lot, and the driver was being sooooo cautious over the speedbumps, you woulda thought she was carrying a heart in a cooler for the first heart transplant. She was going so slowly, she almost began rolling backwards before she reached the top of the bump. I thought, "there's a woman who doesn't own a T.V., cuz if she did, she'd know how people really drive those things."
But anyhoo, I'm walking out to the mailbox, and in the gravel by the side of the road is a shiny disc, face down. My first thought is it's a homemade CD. Usually I pick them up, they've got a big split down one side of the disc, and the Sharpie writing says "Xavier's Mix 1" and I'm thinking is Xavier such a bad DJ that someone takes the disc out of the car player, folds it until it cracks and flings it out the window, where it narrowly avoids decapitating a rare Swainson's Hawk? Or is Xavier a mailman, and is he just practicing until I send out my next batch of CDs?
So I flip the disc over, and it's a store-bought'un. Shania Twain. Come On Over. The disc is pitted and scratched, but I take it inside and put it in the Sony. It's not offensive, so I listen to the whole thing, and it only skskskskips on two songs. So, I think, well, I'll make a copy for a co-worker, maybe she'll like it. Plus it'll be kind of an experiment- will the copy be skip-free? Kinda like Jefferson Starship? Get it? And yes, there are no skips on the new copy.
So. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I now have a Shania Twain disc in my collection, if anyone wants a copy. Not for yourself, of course. Of course.
elf pee
So I'm walking out to my mailbox, which is across the road. A busy road, where people like to drive their cars as though they're making a commercial at the Bonnieville Salt Flats, trying to bust the sound barrier. If I may digress, on the other hand, I was behind an SUV the other day thru a parking lot, and the driver was being sooooo cautious over the speedbumps, you woulda thought she was carrying a heart in a cooler for the first heart transplant. She was going so slowly, she almost began rolling backwards before she reached the top of the bump. I thought, "there's a woman who doesn't own a T.V., cuz if she did, she'd know how people really drive those things."
But anyhoo, I'm walking out to the mailbox, and in the gravel by the side of the road is a shiny disc, face down. My first thought is it's a homemade CD. Usually I pick them up, they've got a big split down one side of the disc, and the Sharpie writing says "Xavier's Mix 1" and I'm thinking is Xavier such a bad DJ that someone takes the disc out of the car player, folds it until it cracks and flings it out the window, where it narrowly avoids decapitating a rare Swainson's Hawk? Or is Xavier a mailman, and is he just practicing until I send out my next batch of CDs?
So I flip the disc over, and it's a store-bought'un. Shania Twain. Come On Over. The disc is pitted and scratched, but I take it inside and put it in the Sony. It's not offensive, so I listen to the whole thing, and it only skskskskips on two songs. So, I think, well, I'll make a copy for a co-worker, maybe she'll like it. Plus it'll be kind of an experiment- will the copy be skip-free? Kinda like Jefferson Starship? Get it? And yes, there are no skips on the new copy.
So. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I now have a Shania Twain disc in my collection, if anyone wants a copy. Not for yourself, of course. Of course.
elf pee