Fie on the International Federation of the Phonographic Industry! Fie on them, I say!

If you haven't noticed (meaning, you haven't tried to visit this blog in the past day or so), it's been down. Wanna know why? Because my folder of downloadable mp3s, accessed by all of, say, five people (I know because I can see which files are being downloaded, and believe me, it was not a lot) prompted this email, forwarded to me by my hosting company:

I am contacting you on behalf of the International Federation of the Phonographic Industry (IFPI) and its member record companies. The IFPI is a trade association whose member companies are some 1,450 major and independent record companies in the US and internationally who create, manufacture and distribute sound recordings. Under penalty of perjury, we submit that the IFPI is authorized to act on behalf of its member companies in matters involving the infringement of their sound recordings, including enforcing their copyrights and common law rights on the Internet.

We have learned that your service is hosting infringing files on its network (see above referenced directory). These files contain sound recordings by the artists known as Aerosmith, Dido, Bon Jovi, Eminem, & Mariah Carey . These sound recordings are owned by some of our member companies and have not been authorized for this kind of use. We have a good faith belief that the above-described activity is not authorized by the copyright owner, its agent, or the law. We assert that the information in this notification is accurate, based upon the data available to us.

Well, I deleted the mp3 folder, and all of the mp3s within, after being beaten down by the big bad IFPI (which, on first glance, I thought stood for International Federation of the Pornographic Industry. Heh.) and their big scary words. Sorry about that, y'all. If you're looking for a particular mp3, though, email me and I may be able to help you.

But I can't keep a directory of them anymore, because otherwise, I will make Mariah Carey destitute and she'll have to take her ashy chicks and her lotion and live in a box on the street. And Eminem will be so mad that he'll curse more than usual. Boo-freaking-hoo.

But I've moved on. Let me tell you about how crazy I am when I'm semi-conscious (and fully conscious too, as it turns out) - I was working on the beginnings of the Best Nap Ever last Friday evening, and I fall asleep much better to noise (i.e., a TV) so I had the TV on. There was some commercial for a Ford or some vehicle, and I heard words like, "rugged" and "dependable", and my brain went, "They must be referring to the esophagus!"

Now, I don't have the first clue where that came from, because it's not like we've been studying GI physiology (well, we are NOW, but we weren't then) - it was all about the pee, remember? I'm not sure that, as far as structures go, I would even classify the esophagus under the "rugged and dependable" column. Dependable enough, I guess, but - kind of rubbery, actually. I'm not sure how much off-roading you could do with an esophagus.

See? I'm totally insane.

And I've also decided today that I'm an idiot. You'll have that, in medical school - days when you feel woefully, woefully inadequate. Well - I have those days, anyway. Maybe no one else does.

Okay, I think that's all I've got for now. I'm going to try not to do anything else illegal for the rest of the day. Wish me luck.