Tuesday, March 30, 2004
My clipboard is broken.
Not a real clipboard, but the one in my computer. This is important, since I like copying and pasting things, and now I can't do this. I don't know why, but it seems to fix itself every now and again, so I'm hoping it does. Bleck. Long day today, namely because of the paper that I haven't done until now. To recap: work, work, work, work, work, lunch, work, work, work, work, work, bus home, buy rollerblades, buy fud, read comics, eat, write paper, write more, write, write, write, do dishes, write paper more, write, write, write, start writing blog. That pretty much puts us at the now, where I am still here typing this for the amusement of various parties, the most important of which being myself. As a fellow fencer I know often says, "I can't believe in God, since that means there's something more important than me."
Getting my rollerblades was interesting. For one, I got the cheapest pair available, since I figure that they're only going to be used for about 4-5 months or so. For another, I gave up on the help at Sport Expert. They're not experts there... not even close. The only helpful advice I got from the guy was that I needed to rotate the wheels. Otherwise, he simply checked what my size was and left me to try them on. Fortunately, the pair I tried fit rather well, so rather than agonize over purchasing something that would undoubtedly cost me more, I just paid and left. Not being the hugest fan of safety equipment and reasonably comfortable with my skating ability, I am going to forgoe the whole "pads" thing and just hit the street. I figure if everything is fine, I've saved myself at least 20 bucks, and if not, a little head trauma is a small price to pay. It's twenty dollars here, people!
....now!
I am going to dispense with the links now, furthering this whole "middle" kick I've been on recently, mainly because I might tire of manually entering the links and decide to quit early. If not, you get more content which is a good thing. Or something... I dunno.
Ah, what it would be like to have schitzophrenia. Now I don't wish this disorder on anyone, and I feel bad for those that suffer from it and hope that a cure or new treatment is found quickly. That aside, imagine how exciting it would be to be firmly convinced that the psychics were out to get you! Intrigue and suspense around every corner... secret agents in every shadow... it would be like a movie! That, or terrifying. Either way, now you too can have a glimpse into the mind of a schitzophreic through messages hung from fences.
This one was hard to type. Where's tinyURL where you need it, eh? (Requires a functional clipboard, so not helpful here.) Anyways, hurray for vibrating fishing poles! And boy, does it catch fish! Kudos to whomever that buys this wondrous item and fishes with it proudly. (Wash it first though, eh?)
News from the front? Well, sorta. Given the charges facing Michael Jackson, this is probably rather unsurprising, but still funny. At least I think so. I mean, c'mon! It's about a guy that turns into a car! With a kid in the car, and therefore him! I would, however, like to see the version that Kevin Smith would end up making, just out of curiosity. (Smith said he would like to have made the movie in retrospect, but it would be nothing like what Jackson wanted.)
I can't think of anything else to say right now, other than I was a bad tenant and started to break in my new skates in my apartment. Left a few marks on the floor, but didn't break anything. Other than that, I'm going to go relax. ¶ 8:11 p.m.
Not a real clipboard, but the one in my computer. This is important, since I like copying and pasting things, and now I can't do this. I don't know why, but it seems to fix itself every now and again, so I'm hoping it does. Bleck. Long day today, namely because of the paper that I haven't done until now. To recap: work, work, work, work, work, lunch, work, work, work, work, work, bus home, buy rollerblades, buy fud, read comics, eat, write paper, write more, write, write, write, do dishes, write paper more, write, write, write, start writing blog. That pretty much puts us at the now, where I am still here typing this for the amusement of various parties, the most important of which being myself. As a fellow fencer I know often says, "I can't believe in God, since that means there's something more important than me."
Getting my rollerblades was interesting. For one, I got the cheapest pair available, since I figure that they're only going to be used for about 4-5 months or so. For another, I gave up on the help at Sport Expert. They're not experts there... not even close. The only helpful advice I got from the guy was that I needed to rotate the wheels. Otherwise, he simply checked what my size was and left me to try them on. Fortunately, the pair I tried fit rather well, so rather than agonize over purchasing something that would undoubtedly cost me more, I just paid and left. Not being the hugest fan of safety equipment and reasonably comfortable with my skating ability, I am going to forgoe the whole "pads" thing and just hit the street. I figure if everything is fine, I've saved myself at least 20 bucks, and if not, a little head trauma is a small price to pay. It's twenty dollars here, people!
....now!
I am going to dispense with the links now, furthering this whole "middle" kick I've been on recently, mainly because I might tire of manually entering the links and decide to quit early. If not, you get more content which is a good thing. Or something... I dunno.
Ah, what it would be like to have schitzophrenia. Now I don't wish this disorder on anyone, and I feel bad for those that suffer from it and hope that a cure or new treatment is found quickly. That aside, imagine how exciting it would be to be firmly convinced that the psychics were out to get you! Intrigue and suspense around every corner... secret agents in every shadow... it would be like a movie! That, or terrifying. Either way, now you too can have a glimpse into the mind of a schitzophreic through messages hung from fences.
This one was hard to type. Where's tinyURL where you need it, eh? (Requires a functional clipboard, so not helpful here.) Anyways, hurray for vibrating fishing poles! And boy, does it catch fish! Kudos to whomever that buys this wondrous item and fishes with it proudly. (Wash it first though, eh?)
News from the front? Well, sorta. Given the charges facing Michael Jackson, this is probably rather unsurprising, but still funny. At least I think so. I mean, c'mon! It's about a guy that turns into a car! With a kid in the car, and therefore him! I would, however, like to see the version that Kevin Smith would end up making, just out of curiosity. (Smith said he would like to have made the movie in retrospect, but it would be nothing like what Jackson wanted.)
I can't think of anything else to say right now, other than I was a bad tenant and started to break in my new skates in my apartment. Left a few marks on the floor, but didn't break anything. Other than that, I'm going to go relax. ¶ 8:11 p.m.
