Feel the Burn

So my computer has slowed down pretty significantly, recently, and I am quite sure it has something to do with the copious amounts of pictures (mostly of my cats. I am that girl.) that I have downloaded from my camera. And just leave sitting there, clogging up my hard drive.

Being scared of what the death of my computer could mean to my overall well-being and life happiness, I decided I needed to burn my pictures to CDs. Being lazy as shit, I still haven’t gotten around to doing that after six months of owning said camera. I keep banking on the fact that the universe couldn’t possibly hate me that much.

Then I remembered that the universe does, indeed, hate me just that much and so yesterday I just about had an anxiety attack and decided that something must be done. IMMEDIATELY. I began a long and grueling process of reading up on CD burners, and comparing prices online, and does Roxio really include a burner, or just all the cool stuff you can do to media files before and after you burn it onto a CD?

Then a vaguely smarter friend of mine called (and when I say he "called" I mean “I called him. After he refused to answer on gmail.”) and I asked what I should do and he was very kindly like, “Hey, idiot, I’m pretty sure your computer COMES with a CD burner.”

Me: “Der.”

Him: “sigh”

So it turns out my computer has had a little CD burner in it all this time! Who knew! How very exciting! I spent a good part of last night burning pictures onto CDs and labeling them in one of four colors of Sharpie that I happened to have, until I realized that the DVR was NOT recording So You Think You Can Dance, and MOTHERFUCKER, that is my favorite show and I hate when the DVR says it can’t record because its memory is too full when in fact THERE IS NOTHING ELSE IN ITS MEMORY I DEMAND A NEW UN-FUCKING-STUPID MACHINE.

See how the universe does still hate me? How I still have my pictures, I’ll never know.

So I deserted all of my CD burning efforts and began to watch So You Think You Can Dance. And it’s so not a new idea, but Will can continue to take his shirt off every week for me and I don’t care if the judges are now bordering on calling it gimmicky; that’s a gimmick that works for me!