It’s funny to think that if I had more time on my hands, I’d kill it. I’d destroy it. And I’d enjoy every minute of it.
I was just looking through my iTunes library, and I think I’ve created a monster. A lot of my songs are shit I ripped from friends’ CDs, a lot is from my own CDs, some are from my days of using Limewire (a long time ago), some is from the iTunes Store (I bought it), and some is from my brother’s iTS-purchased collection (he’s authorized me). And I’ve got about 1000 songs that don’t have an album title, so I probably used Streamripper to get ‘em from Groove Salad, etc.
The thing is, iTunes really has a ton of ways for you to do crazy random shit like “hey, I want to listen to songs from the ’70s that feature guest vocals by Peter Frampton” or some such. But for the albums I’ve got (and the orphaned songs as well), I haven’t got even the year filled in.
Last weekend, I took a little time to hop on Amazon, and use a little program called Curator to grab album artwork for the stuff that I can at least identify the artist and album, so now I’ve at least got a pretty Coverflow on my phone.
This isn’t a commentary on my relationship, so don’t take it there, but I remember what it was like when I was single, when I could just completely annihilate an idle Sunday by sitting at the computer and doing the tedious little shit that took no brainpower at all, but would allow me to be slightly happier about the state of one or another affair. Like adding the year to each of my MP3s’ id3 tags. Or re-arranging my bookshelves. Stupid shit like that. When you’re single, you do things to purposely shut off your mind to the fact that you’re single. And as punctuation between the masturbation.
Anyway. Random stream-of-consciousness for the day. You’re welcome.