Sometimes even *I* want to hate me.
So...upon reading my last blog post, my Dear Sweet Dad (also sometimes known as DSD) promptly sent me a check for an undisclosed amount, in order to aid me in the purchasing of a new iMac. Please note: I did not beg for these alms. They were given freely out of love, and were neither solicited nor even secretly hoped for. I may be spoiled, but I have NOT yet been spoiled rotten. So three cheers for my dad, who is awesome, generous, and very, very thoughtful.
Since I no longer had to wait and save up for my purchase, B and I went out and bought my new iMac last Friday. I decided to go with the 24" model, because it's huge. I love it. So much. It's teh awesome. And though I've had plenty of Macs in the past, this is the first time I've gotten one with an iSight camera, so that's a new plus.
I want to figure out if I can use it to talk live to people (like my DSD), but I haven't yet. I did
play around with it a bit last night, but I didn't have anything to say (plus I hate listening to recordings of myself talking), so I just watched myself making faces for a minute (I was fascinated by how barbie-like my teeth looked while using the "glow" effect), and then uploaded that. It's like staring at myself in the bathroom mirror, only the whole world gets to see! Well, the "whole world" of people who bother to watch it, anyway.
On a completely unrelated side note, if you're a NIN fan and you haven't downloaded Ghosts yet, I recommend you
do it. The first 9 tracks are free, and that's what I've downloaded so far. I plan on shelling out the $5 for the remaining 27 tracks (it's $5; how could I not?), but the download speed is rrreeeally slow right now, so I'm going to wait a bit. The first 9 tracks took over an hour.
Brett heard one of the tracks and said "no wonder it was free," but he's a jerk. It's all instrumental, so if you like the screamy kind of NIN, you're SOL. But if, like me, you prefer the less angsty bits of NIN, you'll like it. My favorite album is and may always be Still, but this one may become a close second. I really, really like it. It's very like, gentle sort of. Not gentle. But like, not so full of anger and despair that it makes me hate the world.
And if "it didn't make me hate the world." isn't a positive review, I don't know what is.