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I don't think WinAmp has a very good shuffle. In fact, I think it's got a piss-poor shuffle. Anyone know of a better (free) basic runs-on-doze music player that isn't going to shit kittens when I give it over a thousand songs to shuffle? I also have MusicMatch, which works okay for rip/burn but the player part is clearly not designed to run with the volume of stuff I have on here and it runs like a dead dog. And yeah, I do want to shuffle all my shit at once in a huge, ginormous playlist of inclusivity.

I still haven't come up with a mung bean solution. Initial results online were discouraging -- mostly indian -- and I had indian LAST week. Maybe I need to make something different this week and leave the mung beans for another week further down the road. I've got some stew meat that looks interesting.

Mom called this morning for tech support. I would mind doing tech support for my mother less if she'd listen to me instead of clickiting on stuff like she's playing that fucking arcade game where you bop moles over the head. *sigh* I finally told her that if she thought she knew how to edit her registry without me, she was welcome to do so, but otherwise, she had to slow down and wait while I finished giving the directions before she clicked on anything.

I should not get so irritated but jesus fuck, she doesn't listen. Introducing the registry editor, I SAID it was like an outline (She was an English teacher, so that is a good metaphor for her) so that she'd understand what it was and how it worked. I explained about the + and - toggles for the folders and we practiced that before doing anything else. Ten minutes later, after we've done three registry keys, in and back out again, she's like "Oh, it's like an outline! You click on the little (+) and it expands that subheading! You click on the (-) and it closes up that heading!" Er. Yeah. I went over that ten minutes ago while you were off killing moles, mom.

Anyway. We both survived the tech support event. Some things got fixed, some did not because a couple of registry keys she'd written down had apparently run off the screen so that she didn't see all of their names. (Mom doesn't really grasp that you can stretch display windows or right click on stuff for more description. This is about par for people her age, so I shouldn't complain.) I put the kibosh on "guessing" what the names were and explained that close enough was not really a concept she should be trying to apply to registry entries. *sigh* "Mom, that's like your surgeon not knowing what the floppy pink bit does and yanking it out. Do not mess with parts you do not know what are, for they may be important."

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The weather changed, this weekend. Friday it was pretty warm out for January, but the temperature dropped like a rock Friday night and it's been cold since. It's warm in my house, though, currently 82. I don't have a whole lot of control over the temperature with a woodstove -- it damps down some, but not tons, and I'm not willing to have it out because it takes entirely too long to warm back up again. Because it is so warm in my house, I'm wearing old cutoff sweats, a very ratty peach tank top that's ten years old if it's a day, and a blue bandana to keep my hair out of my face. Now, since the woodpile is not INSIDE the house, I have to go occasionally outside into the arctic chill (an exciting flavor of Dentyne Ice!) and schlep some wood in for the fire. Usually I slip on some clogs and a flannel quilty shirt for this. Tonight, for reasons I cannot fathom, I omitted the flannel quilty shirt and just opted for the clogs.

It is snowing out, a still night, quite cold, with steady snow.

I am moved to report that it is *entirely* too entertaining to go from a very warm house to a very cold (but not windy) snowy out-of-doors while wearing a nearly nonexistant tank top. I could not help but think that if my life were a manga, it would no doubt have very amusing sound effects at times like this.

It is also amazing to have fairly sizeable expanses of bare skin, such as those displayed in a tank top, snowed upon. All ya'll should try it, under the cover of darkness, o'course, so's to avoid the well-meaning questions from neighbors.