Friday, May 20, 2005
laundrywoman me
i have an obsessive habit of editing all the filenames of my downloaded things into precise structures. im finicky tht way. it MUST be in this format:
Artiste Name ft. Other Artiste Name (if applicable) - Song Title
or
Name of Show s#e## Episode Name
not just in my media player playlist, but also in the document directories they are saved in (which in itself is a catacomb of folders and subfolders immaculately organised and labelled). so when you have about a thousand songs and several movies and tv drama serials like i do, it really does mean alot of time spent uncluttering the junk.
so much so that X used to always chastise me to "stop doing your Monica (Geller) thing!"
i admit... it is a lil obsessive-compulsive. i cant bring myself to concentrate on other things when i know there is tht ONE title tht is in a mess. i HAVE to sort it out NOW. so when everyone else is mugging away for the exams, im squinting at the rows and rows of tiny prints to seek out tht messed-up filename.
recently, something enlightening happened.
i was folding the family laundry, like i usually do when im home, when the mother popped her head in and criticised my competency in folding clothes. now, this is an uncalled for affront... i happen to fold excellent laundry!
she proceeded to take apart everything tht i've folded neatly into baskets and demonstrated her preferred method of folding.
ah, apparently, shirts have to be folded over in 3, not 2 folds. same with the towels, 3, not 4, folds. who would've known. placements in the baskets have a structure too (!). towels right at the bottom, shirts on the top left, shorts on the top right. did i mention tht there is a system of hierarchy for sunning the laundry too?
laundering is such profound art!
there's no difference to me, after all, what's in the laundry basket has to be packed (pun intended) into my messy wardrobe later and it's all going to be one big mess anyway. but whatever makes the mother happy...
now if you catch me doing my Monica thing again, you know where i got my genes from. you just dont fight nature. ;)
Artiste Name ft. Other Artiste Name (if applicable) - Song Title
or
Name of Show s#e## Episode Name
not just in my media player playlist, but also in the document directories they are saved in (which in itself is a catacomb of folders and subfolders immaculately organised and labelled). so when you have about a thousand songs and several movies and tv drama serials like i do, it really does mean alot of time spent uncluttering the junk.
so much so that X used to always chastise me to "stop doing your Monica (Geller) thing!"
i admit... it is a lil obsessive-compulsive. i cant bring myself to concentrate on other things when i know there is tht ONE title tht is in a mess. i HAVE to sort it out NOW. so when everyone else is mugging away for the exams, im squinting at the rows and rows of tiny prints to seek out tht messed-up filename.
recently, something enlightening happened.
i was folding the family laundry, like i usually do when im home, when the mother popped her head in and criticised my competency in folding clothes. now, this is an uncalled for affront... i happen to fold excellent laundry!
she proceeded to take apart everything tht i've folded neatly into baskets and demonstrated her preferred method of folding.
ah, apparently, shirts have to be folded over in 3, not 2 folds. same with the towels, 3, not 4, folds. who would've known. placements in the baskets have a structure too (!). towels right at the bottom, shirts on the top left, shorts on the top right. did i mention tht there is a system of hierarchy for sunning the laundry too?
laundering is such profound art!
there's no difference to me, after all, what's in the laundry basket has to be packed (pun intended) into my messy wardrobe later and it's all going to be one big mess anyway. but whatever makes the mother happy...
now if you catch me doing my Monica thing again, you know where i got my genes from. you just dont fight nature. ;)
