iTunes iNnoyance

This evening I have been mostly uploading my first audiobook to my iTunes library and then to my ipod.

Won't be doing that again.

Its not like uploading your usual music cd. At least this effort wasn't. iTunes couldn't get any track names, cover art etc from Gracenote so I spent about 1/2 an hour typing in all the details, making sure it all matched up etc. Tedious but simple. Or so I thought. Only, you see, it was loaded into my ipod as a 'music' cd not an audiobook as I thought it would. And once it was in my ipod the tracks were in alphabetical order not the correct running order as in my library. Arse! Much faffing around ensued but I really couldn't figure out how to change it. Thankfully Ben A and Noax came to my rescue and, more tedious faffing around changing file names later, I had it in my audiobook section. Only in my ipod its still in the wrong order. Oh well, It'll have to do.

After all that I decided to browse on iTunes for more books. Only to find the very cd I'd just uploaded but £1 more expensive. So I can either buy an actual physical cd cheaply and spend hours pissing about with it to get it mostly right or spend an extra quid and have no hassle. Frustrating doesn't even begin to describe it. Gah!

Big up to the lads btw. Apparently some people do read my blog. A whale of a time was had in the Lass O Gowrie last night watching silly old Dr Who videos and deciding which companions were the foxiest. I still say Leela wins hands down.

And a big up to Bob who turned 40 last week. Much fun was had at his do in Liverpool but I think I'm way too old now to be up that late tramping round the 'Pool in the freezing cold. There was a point in the Chinese where I suddenly felt like I was having a mid-life crisis. I can't remember what triggered it now. That's middle age for you. I've found out that another of my friends is exactly the same age as Bob so a big up to Adele too.

I've discovered more daytime tv to while away my time. I've got into a routine now. Its 'Escape to the Country' to watch people with annoyingly huge amounts of money buy gorgeous houses, then either eps of Frasier I've Sky+ed or DS9 if its an ep I like, various repeats of 'Who Wants to be a Millionaire' and I'll spend the rest of the afternoon in town if I need some shopping or watching more stuff I've Sky+ed or surfing the net. By far the best show I've discovered is a US import called 'The Dog Whisperer'. I've decided that Cesar Millan is my hero and a god. He is to dog training what Kim & Aggie are to house cleaning. Not that I'm a dog person, I'm more into cats but what he does with them is nothing short of amazing. He can take the most psychotic deranged hound and turn it into an adorable bundle of snuggly fun. He always says that its the owners he trains, he just rehabilitates the dogs. Apparently most of the bad behaviour you get in dogs is down to the owner not being a calm assertive pack leader which is first and foremost what a dog needs. It doesn't sound much when I describe it here. Its much better to watch the programme and see what I mean. Go on, you know you want to.

Hard Work

Or not as the case may be since I'm still in the ranks of the unemployed. I did have an interview the other week though so fingers crossed for that (though I don't have much hope really). I'll have to sort something out soon as my finances aren't getting any better.

So yet more sitting around watching tv and doing bugger all else. I did actually go to Crosby a couple of weeks ago to see the sculptures on the beach and got some very nice pics. It certainly was windswept. Thank god I took my Thinsulate hat and gloves to keep me warm. I think I'd quite like to live in Crosby if I had wads and wads of cash. The houses around there are huge! There was one in particular that was for sale that was more or less a Victorian mansion. Massive! I did mean to look up on the net how much it was but I never did and no doubt its long since been sold by now. And the beach was only a 5 minute walk away. I'm a bit torn about where I want to live. On the one hand I'd like to live in the suburbs of a nice vibrant city, preferably Manchester of course. On the other hand though I'd love to live by the sea. I went to Bournemouth for a friend's wedding a few years ago and really liked it. Quaint but not too old fashioned and with a good vibe about it. And the weather is slightly more likely to be warm than oop North.

Crosby was very nice though, not that I saw a huge amount of it. I'll have to go back sometime and check out the town properly. I've been watching 'Escape to the Country' this morning and there were some gorgeous houses in Somerset on there. Really big old victorian houses, one decorated almost exactly how I'd want mine to be, and there was even a converted chapel which had a wonderful stained glass window in the master bedroom. *sigh* I can't do anything but fantasise at the moment though. I couldn't even afford a modest flat and that was before I quit my job. Damn.

I've been thinking about going back to temping. If only to get some money flowing into my account until I decide what I want to do for the rest of my life. The BBC are due for their move to Salford in the next couple of years and I have hopes that I'll get in there at some level. A nice admin job would do. I don't imagine I'll realise my dreams of becoming a camera operator but you never know, eh?

At least I have a workable cv now and plenty of tips on how to prepare for interviews. The only problem is my nerves have a tendency of getting to me and I burble incoherently when I get nervous. Which is what I did a bit in that interview the other week. Oh well.