Well, I did it, and I didn’t get arrested.
I went back over to Hubby’s Favorite Store this morning and explained what had happened with the Purloined Batteries. They were very nice (perhaps amazed) and took my money while exclaiming over how Honest and Trustworthy I must be and how I had all the other good-Scout qualities. *digging toe in dirt* I did make ONE little white lie in that I said it was “my teenager” who accidentally walked out with them, because I didn’t want Hubby to be embarrassed next time he came in . . . and he and his friends stop by here all the time over their lunch hour. *blush* After all, he told me *not* to go back or ever tell them about it for fear they’d start worrying any time he came into the store. And he doesn’t really look teenaged any more these days. *AND* he acts like a 14-year-old boy so often anyhow. I figure that was an acceptable compromise. They got their $3 . . . I got my dented karma (by association) fixed.
You can breathe easier now. *grin*
Still can’t convince the iTunes store that YES, I have two e-mail addresses and two store accounts (from back when we were just learning iTunes and were stoooopider), and this computer and both our iPods should be authorized to play all music in the iTunes library. I’m at the point of thinking I should take the DRM off of these files any way I can, but I have the newest iTunes software (because it sneaks around at night to update itself), so none of the DRM-removing software that is out there right now can take the DRM off. As I understand it, I would have to take the DRM off so that iTunes doesn’t constantly carp that “this computer is not authorized to play this song . . . put in your password and we’ll check with the store” or “this iPod has songs on it that are not authorized, so either put in your password so we can check or we’ll zap it.” That gets REALLY OLD. I’ve already had to re-purchase some Erin McKeown tracks because it simply Would Not Believe that I had ever bought them (but I did get iTunes Plus this time around, so whatever.) I prefer to buy the CDs when they’re available. Or dig out the old vinyl and use that cool turntable thingie to make .wav files. Hey, the pops and scratches add character. Besides, the Ray Charles RENAISSANCE album has not been put out on CD (can you believe that?!), and I want the tracks “It’s Not Easy Being Green” and “Sail Away” off of it. They should put that one out on CD.
If Certain People would rip in that Jack Jones album, we’d have even more to listen to. *whistling*
Last night, I threw the book _The Lives of John Lennon_ against the wall. I tried to stay calm, but the author made me mad one too many times. It’s a real hatchet job. I tried to ignore all the little digs and putdowns because I wanted to know What Really Happened, but it just got too snarky (IMHO) and I simply Do Not Believe that John was so mean and violent and wicked-thinking and did all those things. I think a lot of the remarks he made were made in jest or just to yank people’s chains for fun (do *I* do that–oh, REALLY?? Had NO IDEA), or he was just a-blowin’ and a-goin’ (as Grandma used to say) to see what he could get the media to believe. ANYway . . . he was only human, so I don’t know what this biographer expected. Now I understand why Paul McCartney and Yoko both asked the fans not to buy or read this book. Fortunately, I got it free from someone who said to just throw it away if I didn’t want to keep it, as she couldn’t get through it for much the same reason(s). I’ve already read Cynthia’s book and May Pang’s _Loving John_. I’ll bet there is a book that takes a more balanced approach without putting him on a pedestal. Maybe.
It’s especially disappointing because that author’s first book, _LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, LENNY BRUCE!_ was pretty good. Now that I look back on it, maybe he was fairly tough on Lenny, too. Lot of nasty events recounted in that one, unless I’m remembering all wrong. Perhaps *I* am expecting too much and would rather gloss over some of the Not-Nice things that my various heroes have done. We’ll walk on the sunny side instead. *chirping* La, la, la . . . I can’t hear you!