Of Stephin Merritt, Six Feet Under, and pornography.

Ronnie and I decided to hold our Six Feet Under season five marathon yesterday. I arrived at his house at 11am to brunch and presents, including the long-awaited Stephin Merritt mix ceedee. After surreal bagels we travelled (N.B. Ronnie's driveway should not be tackled in reverse, that is to say, not lightly; five minutes and the not-so-faint smell of used-up worn-down clutch later, I made it out. I was sweating and I think my car aged several years,) to Gill's house to steal their computer/teevee set-up. After two episodes we needed a sugar fix and went to the nightowl to procure the foods necessary to provide us with said sugar. After two more episodes, Gill and Ronnie both went to work.

Lloyd had returned from his day at work, so we decided to watch Deep Throat. Full of brilliant one-liners and classic porn acting coupled with a classic porn storyline, (Linda Lovelace can't orgasm because her clitoris has been misplaced and is instead located at the bottom of her throat,) I found myself captivated. Four stars.

I picked Ronnie up from work. Apparently he never went to work, though, because he was on my hood the whole time.

Ronnie: May I take the liberty? (Holding the Stephin Merritt mix ceedee.)
Shannon: Certainly! Just push eject and hand me the ceedee that's in there. (Is handed ceedee/Ronnie inserts the new ceedee.)
Ronnie: Now what? (There is no sound, the radio just continues.)
Shannon: Push play. (Ronnie does so.) Did you load it?
Ronnie: Yes!
Shannon: Try ejecting it. (Ronnie pushes eject, to no effect.) You mustn't have loaded it.
Ronnie: I mustn't have.
Shannon: Where is it, then?
Ronnie: I don't know.

The ceedee was gone. Gone! We tore the whole car apart. We could not find it. We checked:

• The disc drive by putting other ceedees in. All read. It is definitely not a stacker.
• All other ceedee cases in the car, including behind the ceedees and inside the booklets.
• Under the seats.
• In the pockets next to the seats.
• In our own pockets.
• In the glovebox.
• Behind the visors.
• In the seats themselves.
• In both of our bags.
• Under the back seats.
• In the boot.
• Under the bonnet.

The windows were up, so it shouldn't have been able to escape the car, but it is either that or it evaporated. Or maybe it magicked itself somewhere else.
We never found it.

We went to Carmen's party in Toowong, got sidetracked there and decided to continue the marathon today instead.