Burfday wishes

Hipy papy bthuthdth thuthda bthuthdy to magnifelyn! Hope all is well with you, comrade. Overindulge in some baked goods, party like it's $19.99, and above all, accept some happy birthday-type hugs from some geek-type folks in upstate New York. *hugs*

A few things...

1) Sunny came home (and now that Shawn Colvin Song is stuck in my craw, dammit) a few days ago, and all is well. She's actually still speaking to us, strangely enough.

2) We managed to locate a $3-used-bin copy of Kate Bush's The Whole Story, only to discover that the final track, "Babooshka," the song we'd been jonesing for with great ardor, had been scratched into near-oblivion. Anna, however, succeeded in getting it to scan correctly with a move tech support won't condone: she licked it.
Me: It's just further evidence that your tongue has amazing powers.
Anna: You are blogging that, aren't you?

3) My external hard drive had better not try that prissy little prima donna s*#! again. If I ever come home to find out that it actually has eaten 20 gigs worth of my music, I am going to come down upon it with the wrath of a thousand jilted lovers and turn it into industrial scouring grit.

4) Note to customer: Ma'am, when I say that the law will not allow me to do something, I mean that the Federal Government has specifically barred me from doing what you're whining for me to do. I am currently balancing the will to honor your illegal request and the desire to continue with my gainful employment, and lady, your call ain't even in the running. I am now going to press the nice little button that makes you go away. Have a nice kvetch. (*exhale* Sorry. Rant concluded.)