PlatKat.com: Goin' on a Holiday...

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Goin' on a Holiday...

I've been wanting to post some other half-finished stuff before this, but I need to just forget about it and decide to write about what I feel like writing about, because everyone knows I can't finish things.

I'm supposed to go to Spain very soon. So far, I have packed one tank top. I also bought a foreign voltage converter. Those are the two things I've done to prepare for my trip.

I wanted to do a third thing: restock my tiny iPod, which is lovingly named The Bane of Kat's Existence. For some reason, iTunes updated it with some old songs last time and some of the newer songs dropped out. I'm not sure what happened. But I let it slide, and let that be my workout music for the last few weeks.

Now I'll be going away for a long time, and maybe some other people are with me on this one, but I get music cravings. I also need variety. Some songs have a lot of staying power, others do not. Usually I have a core set of several songs that aren't rotated out frequently, and then I have others that are only in the iPod for one cycle.

Lo and behold, I go to pull the cap off the USB and it's STUCK. Goddammit. The old thing has gotten wet more than once. The rust has been forming for awhile. Now it's finally rusted shut.

So now, I won't have my awesome songs to jog to (or just zone out on the beach to) during my trip, like Peter Kruder's remix of Bebel Gilberto's "Tanto Tempo" or JFC's "Point Lookout" or any of Kraftwerk's "Expo 2000" remixes. Instead, I have Monty Python's "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life," Screaming Trees' "I Nearly Lost You There," and some annoying remix of Future Sound of London's "We Have Explosive."

Yeah, I know, I picked these songs at some point. But I didn't want them for all of eternity. I just wanted them for like... a second.

This reminds me of the time I was playing with the automatic controls of the passenger seat in my then-boyfriend's sister's 1987 Mercedes Benz (it was 1999). I was waiting for someone and got bored, so I moved the seat all the way forward... and all the way back. All the way forward... and all the way back. All the way forward... *click* Dammit! *click*click* Shit!

To my knowledge, the seat was never returned to a comfortable location. Whenever a trip somewhere required a four-passenger car, I was always forced to take shotgun. I acquired quite a taste for my knees that summer.

We can all learn a valuable lesson here. Choose your playlist like you're dying tomorrow and this is the last shit on earth your ears will ever hear. And don't fuck with the power seats in someone else's car.

posted by platkat @ 5:05 PM