My love affair with a British transvestite

His name is Eddie Izzard and he is absolutely fabulous! Everything you need to know about Eddie can be found here.

I have added "Meet Eddie Izzard" to the list of things I must do before killing over. The last few days have begun with listen to short clips on youtube of his previous performances. Mr. Izzard is an all around awesome person. If you want to know more look it up yourself.

On a completely unrelated note my stereo in my car is better! Not good still, but better. When I went home for a break earlier and on my trip back to school I realized the auxiliary jack was broken. Well at least the button to change to that is broken. Stupid piece of crap.

Well I bitched about how terrible it was that I now had to use my remote to change channels and volume and basically everything else. A few nights ago I got in my car to go visit a friend. On the drive there I meant to change the channel but ended up hitting the wrong button on the remote. It switched it over to cd. Not something I was aware of the remote being able to do.

I should have been excited. A new move on my remote. Instead I was traumatized. My CD play has been broken since the first time I got into the car. It eats CD's and doesn't let them out again. Well the first time I went to stick a CD in the player I grabbed a random CD out of my case.

It was the Te Deum.

Which would have been fine except for the little fact that I could not switch it back to radio. Not a good situation to be in.

Well I finally sit down with my remote (It's very difficult to drive and figure this thing out at the same time) and push random buttons. Then magic happened and I found the corresponding button, the one that switched it back over to radio.

It was joyous moment with choirs singing in the background.

This marvelous achievement was followed by time with friends and coffee and Eddie Izzard. So really, what do I have to complain about?

(Everything)