God fucking damn it, the jack to my brand new power cord decided to slide of like an old shell while still in the power jack. It's not "broken" per se, but only by the thinnest margin of technicality. I can't get the old shell out, which is alright for now, as the current power cord just slips right into it like something vaguely suggestive, but once this this cord stops working - and it will - I am fucked. Again.
This on top of the snapped-off DVD drive, the old broken power cord, a refusal to accept internet through an Ethernet cable, and that neat trick where sometimes it will turn off when I touch it. How does this happen? This computer is a year old.
I mean, it'd be a thing if I were dumb. Or old. That'd be okay, I'd be cool with that. But I don't use Kazaa or Mozilla to find porn. I don't open e-mail attachments from XpandYoJunk.net. I don't use internet explorer.
I don't take my laptop into the hottub for cram sessions. I don't leave it out in the heat and sun all day. I don't take it cross-country biking with me. I leave it on my desk! Sometimes I take it into the basement, where it should be even more comfortable - why does it look like I've been using it to tee off?
Fuck computers. I want to go back to typewriters. I want to go back to "your carriage isn't sliding? Well lemme just take a look... yep, yer bail's jammed up, lemme just twist it around a bit and... there ya go, fixed. It works now."
Also I hate fucking alligators.
Jul 20, 2007
People stopped reading my other blog. Clearly that means I need to find a new audience, not make my posts more interesting.
Testing, mostly to see if this accepts the vBulletin formatting that I've been trained to use. (Probably not.)
I left the house today, because as always our kitchen is a barren, god-forsaken place, and I needed food. Of course, since everything in Owings Mills is within a few miles, and it had cooled off considerably as evening was falling, I decided I’d hoof it, and enjoy a nice walk. Having neither a car nor a license had nothing to do with this decision.
I didn’t find food, but I did swing into the Best Buy to buy a new pair of headphones and this, which is much better than food anyway:
> Eating.
Out in the parking lot, I rolled myself a cigg – a new habit I’ve picked up that I’m particularly fond of. I popped in my new headphones – cheap ear-clips, nothing fancy with noise cancellation or bass boost (not that I wasn’t sorely tempted to opt for the latter) – and then, in a sudden burst of inspiration, I took them out again. Deep down, you see, I’m secretly a Romantic, and occasionally I just can’t help these urges to appreciate my environment – to “stop and smell the roses,” and all that nonsense. It’s what separates me from efficient, practical people who get things done and advance society.
I took the long way back, walking alongside Owings Mills Boulevard. Perhaps you’ve never walked along side a four-lane road, as cars sped by? The wheels, spinning along the pavement, intermittently accentuated by flashes of music or bits of conversations floating out of open windows – it’s not very unlike the lapping of waves against a seashore. And though there is human life carried in that river of movement, hearing the waves of sound and seeing, maybe, the white and red currents of light, you feel lonely and awed. On this particular stretch of road, that loneliness is accentuated, because the place really is barren; business complexes with sprawling, empty parking lots, shopping centers that have so few customers that after years of operation they look brand new, and massive, empty buildings with more being built… It was surreal, standing under that geometric skyline, while the setting sun reflected off shattered beer bottles and empty potato chip bags.
When the future comes, we’ll only miss trees because environmentalist pussies say we should.
(Nope. Whatever, ['s to <'s is an easy fix. Still, though, goddamn if [tags] aren't more pleasant in every possible way to use.
I left the house today, because as always our kitchen is a barren, god-forsaken place, and I needed food. Of course, since everything in Owings Mills is within a few miles, and it had cooled off considerably as evening was falling, I decided I’d hoof it, and enjoy a nice walk. Having neither a car nor a license had nothing to do with this decision.
I didn’t find food, but I did swing into the Best Buy to buy a new pair of headphones and this, which is much better than food anyway:
> Eating.
Out in the parking lot, I rolled myself a cigg – a new habit I’ve picked up that I’m particularly fond of. I popped in my new headphones – cheap ear-clips, nothing fancy with noise cancellation or bass boost (not that I wasn’t sorely tempted to opt for the latter) – and then, in a sudden burst of inspiration, I took them out again. Deep down, you see, I’m secretly a Romantic, and occasionally I just can’t help these urges to appreciate my environment – to “stop and smell the roses,” and all that nonsense. It’s what separates me from efficient, practical people who get things done and advance society.
I took the long way back, walking alongside Owings Mills Boulevard. Perhaps you’ve never walked along side a four-lane road, as cars sped by? The wheels, spinning along the pavement, intermittently accentuated by flashes of music or bits of conversations floating out of open windows – it’s not very unlike the lapping of waves against a seashore. And though there is human life carried in that river of movement, hearing the waves of sound and seeing, maybe, the white and red currents of light, you feel lonely and awed. On this particular stretch of road, that loneliness is accentuated, because the place really is barren; business complexes with sprawling, empty parking lots, shopping centers that have so few customers that after years of operation they look brand new, and massive, empty buildings with more being built… It was surreal, standing under that geometric skyline, while the setting sun reflected off shattered beer bottles and empty potato chip bags.
When the future comes, we’ll only miss trees because environmentalist pussies say we should.
(Nope. Whatever, ['s to <'s is an easy fix. Still, though, goddamn if [tags] aren't more pleasant in every possible way to use.
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