This morning I fed my iPhone an OK GO song. Go, go gadget Genius Mode. Make me a playlist.
I got Fountains of Wayne. Good. Joan Jett. Sure. Rancid, Everclear, and Garbage. All fair choices. Green Day, Me First and Gimme Gimmes, Marilyn Manson, Zeppelin, the Ramones. Cool.
And "Fun, Fun, Fun" by the Beach Boys.
Why the frak does my iPhone think the Beach Boys go with everything? Look, I don't have a problem with the Beach Boys. Summer days in the backyard with a beer. Surfin' USA. Hey, why not? But I'm about to nuke them from my library so I don't have to hear iTunes paring them up with everyone from Louis Armstrong to Flogging Molly.
I think this is some clever hack. Some subversive Apple employee tweaked the code to drive billions of iTunes users up the wall every time they get the non sequitur of Beethoven's 9th to "Help Me Rhonda." It's like those ex-Disney employees that hid subversive messages in animated movies on their way out the door, but far more sinister and psychologically damaging.
Another minor battle. Me versus iTunes.
It's been a week for that sort of thing. A turkey and a gopher snake had a throw down in the office parking lot (turkey won - don't mess with a mama) and in the on-going battle of me versus mouse, something small and fury nested in my ski bag in the garage. I pulled the bag out to prep for our Kirkwood trip this weekend and found what had once been three hats and scarf shredded into a cozy nest. Apparently I'm losing my sentimentality; I didn't find it cute. What I did was called the cat and set her inside the bag. Go to, Meeko. Nice crunchy treat in there for you somewhere. Let's hear it for the circle of life.
Fuzzy little bastard ate my ear muffs.
It's been a contentious week. At the coffee shop down the block from the office with the other map geek girls from my department, one started listing to the other all the reasons why Captain Kirk is better than Captain Picard. I thought it was going to come to blows.
I mediated as best as I could. It's not a cut-and-dry issue. First, are we talking New Kirk or Original Kirk? And secondly, it doesn't matter because Picard clearly kicks both their asses.
So that's me battling it out with iTunes, a mouse, the space-time continuum, and Brian Wilson.
What will tomorrow bring? God only knows.