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those blank discs Staying true to my plan I did some more cleaning today, because I am determined to have my living room floor free of any piles of books and or anything that I have the desire to stack. My primary target was a three dozen stack of music discs that I had burned over the past year or so. This sounds simple enough except for one thing. I have an annoying habit of not labeling the discs when I make them. The color of the jewel case might give a vague clue as to what kind of music is on it, but there is no track listing at all. I don't even bother to write the name of a band on the disc. Naturally one would wonder why I would do such a thing and here is my answer. I am never happy with the way that my handwriting looks on the disc. For some reason writing with a fine point marker pen on slippery plastic bothers me. I would much rather have a paper sleeve with the track names printed on it inserted in front of the case than have some messy handwriting on the disc. I suppose that I could invest in some fancy label maker, but I never felt the need to get one despite my current frustration. So in the end my need for perfection causes some mild chaos in my life. There was a small reward for my effort of listening to each and every disc so that I could label them. I came across my burned copy of Solace by Sarah McLachlan and my copy of whitechocolatespaceegg by Liz Phair. I missed hearing both of those albums and now I have them back. ... Both new episodes of Lost and Alias were disappointing. Neither show seems willing to move their respective stories any further forward and they are starting to lose my interest. Perhaps my expectations have grown too high. |