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I got the Heathen special edition! ^_^
Jul. 9th, 2002 12:31 pmHappy!
I'm listening to the bonus disc right now. The album is really pretty, a little cardboard booklet. The liner notes are hard to read, but the art is pretty. I love hearing this music in good quality! I have a kick-ass stereo, so I can really tell the difference between mp3 and CD.
I bought the CD in a record store. Not my favorite one, because I wanted it now and it was too far to walk. The clerk asked me if it was a gift, which is okay, since they have to ask you that.
I said "No".
He gave me a hard and disapproving stare, like "Don't try to fuck with me".
Then he sealed it in plastic and gift-wrapped it.
<sigh>
Once, in the 8th or 9th grade, a boy I kind of liked asked me what music I liked. I assumed he was trying to flirt with me. Maybe he was. Or maybe he was just bored. We were waiting for the bus, which was late as usual, and were sitting next to each other in the only place we could be mostly out of the cold rain and wind, on a rickety old banister under some drippy trees, that kept whipping us with their long reeedy branches.
So I told him, and he called me a liar, and he was all upset with me, and I was sad.
I don't understand why people insist on believing I like soft pop and R&B, because I'm too sweet and innocent to enjoy punk, techno or indie, yet also think I am some sort of evil mastermind, only out to humiliate them or trick them with my superior brainpower and feminine wiles. Or whatever.
Edited to say: I am so angry now. The fucking CD is a stupid "enhanced" CD, which means I am not allowed to listen to the music on winamp, but must listen to the horrible Microsoft CD player. Apparently there's some quicktime content too, which is of course wonderful considering fucking Quicktime fucking doesn't run on this computer!
Grrr! I don't want to have to listen to Bowie on a discman. <sob>
I'm listening to the bonus disc right now. The album is really pretty, a little cardboard booklet. The liner notes are hard to read, but the art is pretty. I love hearing this music in good quality! I have a kick-ass stereo, so I can really tell the difference between mp3 and CD.
I bought the CD in a record store. Not my favorite one, because I wanted it now and it was too far to walk. The clerk asked me if it was a gift, which is okay, since they have to ask you that.
I said "No".
He gave me a hard and disapproving stare, like "Don't try to fuck with me".
Then he sealed it in plastic and gift-wrapped it.
<sigh>
Once, in the 8th or 9th grade, a boy I kind of liked asked me what music I liked. I assumed he was trying to flirt with me. Maybe he was. Or maybe he was just bored. We were waiting for the bus, which was late as usual, and were sitting next to each other in the only place we could be mostly out of the cold rain and wind, on a rickety old banister under some drippy trees, that kept whipping us with their long reeedy branches.
So I told him, and he called me a liar, and he was all upset with me, and I was sad.
I don't understand why people insist on believing I like soft pop and R&B, because I'm too sweet and innocent to enjoy punk, techno or indie, yet also think I am some sort of evil mastermind, only out to humiliate them or trick them with my superior brainpower and feminine wiles. Or whatever.
Edited to say: I am so angry now. The fucking CD is a stupid "enhanced" CD, which means I am not allowed to listen to the music on winamp, but must listen to the horrible Microsoft CD player. Apparently there's some quicktime content too, which is of course wonderful considering fucking Quicktime fucking doesn't run on this computer!
Grrr! I don't want to have to listen to Bowie on a discman. <sob>