Mail Order Stupid

There's a mail order catalogue we seem to get with some regularly, it sells hand items of all sorts. It has what it calles a personal massager. The discription says it can be used anywhere - neck, sholders, back... Uhh... yeah, like buyers are going to bother using it there when it's obviously a damn dildo!

Hell, the descrption even has a line saying Deep penetrating massage - not to mention the deluxe version has variable speeds!

-.-

Music

Pointless little tale about my history of music-listening for you all.

I got my first CD player when I was 14 - probably for my birthday too, I don't recall exactly.

The first two CDs I had to play on it were cheap crap from the supermarket (Tchaikovsky and pan flutes to be exact) but the second two were a bit more notable. One was my then-favourite band Roxette, the other was a CD my brother originally bought for our cousin only to discover he already had it.

Said CD was Dire Straits: On Every Street.

Loved the damn thing. Loved it so much that I was sad when I stepped on it when I was 17 and when it got re-released - oooh, some time within the last 8 years? It's been since I've lived in Brisbane (oi, been in this city for a damn long time now!) - I went and bought a new copy.

There's only about one song on the CD that I don't like which probably says something about it because this is long before I made up the Three Song guideline (if an album has three songs which I like then it's likely that almost all the songs will be to my tastes - it's worked too, I used the guideline on Linkin Park, Metallica, Evanescence, Rammstein - all of which I love).


The reason this has even come up is because I lost something like half of my music library on my computer when XP got installed (the stuff that was lost was somewhere in the WINDOWS folder, the stuff kept was in My Documents) and I have a pile of CDs sitting by, waiting to be reloaded and Dire Straits was amongst them.


Okay, nostalgia over, back to your irregularly scheduled Sims2 squeeing.