Playing the waiting game...

Lately I have found myself spending a lot more time in the radio station than what is usually the case. I am either trying to figure out the show recording software, burning CDs, or bothering Myles, and not necessarily in that order. Now, I am posting, trying to kill time while the recording software is converting my radio show into an mp3. You wouldn't think it would take that much time. But it's been maybe five minutes, and the little window with the loading bar has said "15 minutes to wait" for the entire time. So, I'm probably looking at, like, 20. Or 30.
Whatever.
It'll be nice when it's actually done. I've been recording this show for three days and it hasn't even come close to finished until today, simply because I couldn't figure out why it wouldn't transfer completely from the PC to the Mac.
Now I know.
Hooray for me.
Has anybody noticed how much personal stuff people post on their blogs? Some pour out their hearts, others their lust, others their inner turmoil. I don't understand. I had this blog when I was in high school where I would just rant and rave and put down any thoughts I had for that day. Sometimes they would be good thoughts, sometimes they would be bad thoughts. Almost always they were disorganized and badly written. I don't mind. I look back on them fondly and laugh at the angst, because everybody, including me, knows I had no real angst. At least, nothing that I wanted to share with the internet.
It was a boredom thing, I guess.
"Remaining waiting time: 00.00.58 seconds"
Let's hope to god it's right.
I would like it to snow again. The snow we have now is pretty on the mountains, and it does cover the ground like a December snow should, but it is severely lacking in volume. I pray to god that more snow falls in the next three weeks. There needs to be at least a foot by Christmas or I will not be a happy camper.
Then again, there could be no snow at all. I guess I should be grateful for the snow that we have. At least we have something, as opposed to the practically Floridian Christmas we had last year. Ugh. Vomit.