Can we go for three?

And so begins my first day of Life With A Bulging Disk. Good times!

In other Well Isn't That Just Typical news, last night I determined that our CD player--the ancient old Sony in the living room (or Entertainment Room, as mckitterick calls it, and which is more accurate now that I think about it) is headed to the junk pile. Financially, this does not come at a good time for me. In fact, I am a wee bit stressed about it. CDs had been skipping in it for a while, but most of them were old CDs, or CDs that I'd made (like the Best of Bootie compilations), so I attributed it to the flaws of the discs, not the player. Wrong. Last night I put in my brand-spanking-new Duran Duran CD (it's excellent, btw), and it started skipping on the fifth song. Oh hell no.

So, yeah. Bye-bye Sony player, and bye-bye another couple hundred bucks to Kief's. Ngggg. Definitely not going to be purchasing those docking speakers for the iPod anytime soon, now. mckitterick wanted to digitize everything so we wouldn't have to worry about a CD player, but I can't imagine that the computer and drive space required to rip all our CDs at lossless quality would be cheaper than a CD player, and I don't know that I care to invest the time to ripping all these CDs. Again. We have approximately 560 CDs.

I'm up to the letter R in my project to get everything on the iPod. Almost there.

Apropos-of-nothing Edit: How is this man so sexy? How? How? I don't even know.