Yesterday I did my accounts, cheating with method if not content.
I've had enough of detailed breakdowns of where the money goes, so having pitted my figures against the bank's, I put in only three things in my usually blow-my-blow list: the cost of living (high), cigarettes (still too high), and music (never high enough).
 Monthly DVD expenditure has dropped to almost zero, apart from fortnightly updates to the 'X-Files'. The Kid suggested I'd be wiser to "bulk-buy" whole series packs at a time now they're out, but I saw the self-interest in this cheaper solution: she wouldn't bother to talk to me on our weekends at all any more because she'd be watching the lot, non-stop, while gossiping with her bloke on 'Adium'.
Adium gets a plug for fortunate Mac users as the chat application that can do everything and do it well! Marianne yelled when I insisted on interrupting her to put it on her PowerBook, but I said I'd had more than enough of her bitching every time MSN Messenger crashed on her, being the crap it is, at least on Apple computers.
It's free, the good work of developers who use a GNU licence, but they ask for donations and I'll give them one, next month, for stopping the Kid shouting at her computer as well as the usual reasons.
The accounts were done earlier since I'd bought no music for four weeks and a whole month was too long to bear.
And because I forgot the Kid's birthday on Thursday, despite remembering, until after a very long phone call when I knew she'd be in bed. She gets, further to what's already lifted, M: "I want the one with 'Machistador' on it," which is 'Le baptême'. M's not a VoW, but so good, often rather oddly, he may get a write-up.
Today, the Wildcat said "Ooh, you've put up a picture of Patti Smith!" There may be more, since I did of course crack for Patti's 'Trampin'' plus the live extra album that almost nobody's written up, so I will. Such crits as I've seen mostly irritate me because people think Patti overdoes the political outrage. Et alors? Someone has to stay belligerently interested and I'd scarcely call the woman "pious".
Sorry, Wildcat, the cover picture on 'Trampin' is Patti's foot. Regina Spektor you've got, but no write-up yet, Aimee Mann was greed for almost all she's ever done, the others just within budget will be surprises.
These dull lines accompany a picture of self and Kid because while many people know what I look like, recent events have led people in Africa to ask what they're getting at the other end of the 'phone.
Now you do. I haven't changed, my evil portrait still being in the attic, the Kid's face has thinned out a little since. I guess she works too hard.
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