I haven't blogged much about my ongoing computer troubles, but let's just say that when my computer and I fell ill at the same time, I recovered much more quickly. It turned out that in addition to having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad virus (in contrast to the just sorta not nice kind), the hard drive was totally shot. Whatever that means. So $93 later, I had a new hard drive with absolutely nothing on it. Fortunately, David remembered where I had stashed the operating system and software reinstallation disks all those years ago, and an hour after getting it home, I had Windows XP again. But no internet -- the computer just couldn't seem to recognize the wi-fi modem. After verifying that the wi-fi hardware had not been removed in the repair process, I found the disk with the driver software and reinstalled it and was once again an internet pirate. All I really wanted to do was download iTunes so that I could back up my iPhone and subscribe to some podcasts, but I had just installed the 2002 version of Windows XP and the iPhone wasn't invented until 2007, so I had some updating to do first. For some reason, Microsoft seems to think that the average user is not quite bright enough to install their own updates, and AutoUpdate just wasn't getting the job done -- I think it was overwhelmed. So I downloaded Service Pack 2 "for IT professionals" and, after a nigh sleepless night, got it installed. Anyway, to keep an already much too long story from getting really out of control, I'll skip to the part where I was finally able to install iTunes last night around midnight, just before falling into bed.
When I woke up this morning, I found a Valentine's Day present from David -- he had ripped three CDs to my iTunes: two of my Massive Attack albums and one of his John Mellencamp albums. Why he had included that one totally escaped me, but when I asked he replied that he wanted me to have the Small Town song. Now David and I have never had a "song" -- the night we got engaged, the dj at the bar played Ring of Fire because we didn't know what else to ask for. Not that it isn't a great song, just maybe not the most appropriate one for the situation. But after I listened to Small Town, I realized that if we did have a song, that would probably be it:
Well I was born in a small town
And I live in a small town
Probably die in a small town
Oh, those small communities
All my friends are so small town
My parents live in the same small town
My job is so small town
Provides little opportunity
Educated in a small town
Taught the fear of Jesus in a small town
Used to daydream in that small town
Another boring romantic thats me
But I've seen it all in a small town
Had myself a ball in a small town
Married an LA doll and brought her to this small town
Now she's small town just like me
No I cannot forget where it is that I come from
I cannot forget the people who love me
Yeah, I can be myself here in this small town
And people let me be just what I want to be
Got nothing against a big town
Still hayseed enough to say
Look who's in the big town
But my bed is in a small town
Oh, and thats good enough for me
Well I was born in a small town
And I can breathe in a small town
Gonna die in this small town
And that's probably where they'll bury me
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