UPDATE: just skip to the bottom where I encourage you to go help Gary Farber out. This is a boring story, except for the minor car accident.
Today just hasn't really been my day in some ways. I walked down to the bank machine to get cash for a taxi to Orchard road. I wanted to go to the Apple store to get a new cable for my iPod (we lost ours in the US somehow, despite (because?) not taking it out of the bag ever). So, the cash machine sucked my card in and then...nothing. More happy ads for DBS products, more 'please insert your card.' It was trying to pretend nothing even happened between us! OK, so I went inside and convinced them to cancel my card even though I didn't have my passport with me (which was nice of them). They would have given me a new one had I known my passport number, and I could have called home for it, but then I realized that my passport number has changed since I opened the account. I have to go back with my old as well as my new passport. Sure hope I can lay my hands on that expired passport! I know I wanted to save it because it has lots of cool stamps, so it's...around (fateful words of doom in my house).
OK, I got money out of another account and got in the cab, and I asked to be taken to Liat Towers taxi stand, which was a clever, insidery thing to do since if the driver leaves you there he isn't forced to enter the central business district and pay the toll (deducted automatically as you pass under the gantry). Thoughtful, right? But then the driver went the wrong way, going around by River Valley Road, which defeated the whole point. So I asked him to leave me at the Grange Road side of Wheelock Place, which is actually illegal, but whatever. There was another taxi pulled up there with someone getting in, and moments after I unhooked the seatbelt we got into a pretty severe fender-bender with the other cab which attempted to pull out as we were trying to pull in ahead of him. Lots of scraping and crunching, but not much bonking my head on the seat back, so that was good. The driver took my number, but I hope he doesn't call to have me confirm his side of the story, because he was frankly 50% at fault.
Blah blah blah (god I sound like James Lileks; "then the girl at the McDonalds said something irritating and I thought about how in the fifties she never would have said anything like that, and there woudld have been glass bottles of coke, and then I went home and microwaved a hot pocket, and...") got my cord at the Apple store, after drooling over a $4000 monitor. "iPod dock connector to firewire" it's called. Sounds promising, no? The cashier pointed out it was a firewire cable. "Yes, yes it is," I proffered calmly. I think we can all see where this is going. When I plugged the iPod in it said "firewire is not supported. To move files please use the USB cable included." What? There's no other thing this damn cable is for but to connect my 3 month old iPod to the iMac via a (lovely, unoccupied) firewire port. Is this some DRM bullshit? I mean, yes, a USB cable was provided originally. But so? Arrgh.
However, actually my life is awesome, and I live in a great apartment with my beautiful family and have enough money to be worried about my computer peripherals, so in the grand scheme of things this wasn't, in fact, a bad day at all. Gary Farber, on the other hand, is going through a real rough patch, so any John and Belle Have a Blog readers who have made it to the end of my drivelling complaint please think about kicking him some dough.