Stupid Walls

After spending another day writing alone, I sat down to baked salmon and rice with my husband. Daily events proved too boring to discuss, so, like most couples, we moved onto the 2009 MacWorld Conference. After mourning the absence of their loveable turtlenecked CEO, we starting talking about Apple products. In a functional home, this would've devolved into a trip to Apple.com and the rememorization of the "emergency" credit card number. But, here in Salmonland, it lead to an animated shouting match ending in bitter statments only an ex should make: "They remove their DRM on iTunes and they think they're being extra generous. HA! I bought that song, dammit, it's always been mine!!!" and "Apple, they think their laptops are soooooo special They'll see when their lame-ass propietary batteries fail!" The encore was me slamming my hand into the dining room wall, yet still finishing my fervent theory of how the Long Tail was going to end Internet Piracy once and for all. It still smarts, yet I feel so much stupider.