The Fail Would Be Epic

I can never, ever have a phone with auto correct on it. Terrible, terrible things would come of it.

This Site is made of epic win.

Random Shit That Will Probably Bore The Pants Off You. Now With Updates!

And then you'll be wandering around pants-less, possibly being pointed and laughed at and cursing me. No one wins here*. Just walk away man. Just walk away.

I miss understanding the latest in comp tech well enough to build my own rig from scratch. I've done it 2... maybe 3 times in total, but that was so long ago. I look now and so much has changed. I don't have the first clue anymore on matching components, compatibility, best buys, prices, performance etc.

I love computers, but that love (and my damn free time) falls shy of the amount needed to constantly keep up-to-date on this stuff. I want to, but every time I try to wade in, it's like I know nothing and I'm starting from scratch all over again. And, well, I don' wanna. An alternative to writing would have seen me probably happily building computers in a back room somewhere, lacking basic human interaction and loving it**. Sadly, I was never quite able to get into that. Instead, I usually end up in Techsupport, *shudder* with it's customer service and helping people*** horrors. I'll be right back, no worries, just need to clear a little vomit out of my mouth.

So anyways, the tldr version is, want new computer. Broke and cheap, wish to make own, can't. Don't know enough anymore. Ugh, Wicked feel stupid. Smash gud. Teach electrical thingies not mess with.

Oh hell, ADD strikes again. I had more random shit I was going to bore you with, but I can't remember it now... Nope, still missing. Fine. Here you go. Perhaps it'll come to me later and I can update this post.

UPDATE: Ah ha! I remembered. My blog is too limiting. I can't do the things I want with it. Can't rearrange things the way I want to. I keep looking at that there Wordpress thingy that all the published, professional writers use. But the sheer amount of work involved, wow. And to get the themes I want? Money. Web hosting. Registering a domain name (all the cool names I want are taken. And I'm terrible at coming up with names and titles. You have no idea.). Jesus. So. Much. Effort. And money. I mentioned I'm broke yes?

OK, bye bye.


*Unless you're the kind of person who never swears. In which case, I count this a total win for me.

**Yes, I am that antisocial. :) I once had a glorious job wherein I frequently went weeks at a time without talking to another human being in a way that required my voice. I loved it. I keep waiting for this whole "oh, woe, woe is me! Writing is so lonely, so isolating" thing to kick in. *Peers around* Not fast enough I tell you.

***Which, sadly, I'm pretty good at. Or use to be, my threshold for this shit has worn very, very thin now.

Spellchecker Likes To Think It's Better Than You

Spellchecker needs to get the fuck off its high horse and accept cuss words. Life is messy Spellchecker. Deal with it.

The Things I forget To Post

The things is, I write snippets of things all the time. Sometimes they end up on this blog. Sometimes I revisit them and decide, "Mmm, no. Not gonna do it, wouldn't be prudent."* Sometimes I just lose them. Didn't mean to, but there you have it. If I'm lucky, I find it later. Like this one, which I wrote sometime during the semester's end. Here you go, in all its unfinished glory. :)

For Your Amusement and Edification While I'm Busy Plunging Into the Soul Sucking Vortex of Exams, Stress and Sleep Deprivation**

I can't remember where I saw it now, but some blog had a bunch of people pissing and moaning over the “state of language today.” * rolls eyes * Yea, because language has always been such a static thing up until now. Jesus.

One of the words they hated people using was actually. Apparently it irritates them to no end.

I use that word.

I use that word because I live in a world where I have to clarify these things. For ex. “That's actually interesting.”

Person A: “So then I told him he could jolly well jump off a bridge and get stung by hornets. Can you believe he said that to me?!”

What Person B says out loud: “That's interesting.”

What Person B was really thinking: “Oh my sweet fuck. Will you just shut up, I have a bottle of hard liquor and a STD I could be catching right now.”

Shit, I was going somewhere with this. Next up was an example with me using the word. It was funny, but I can't remember it now because:

I haven't been sleeping lately, I only have 20 pages finished of a 120+ page script, exams to study for, and I'm up at 5:45am every morning and I'm most definitely not a morning person.***

So, that was my blast to the past. Hope you enjoyed it, I know I did. Now I leave you with this strange image I wrote down somewhere around 3 am last night and can't draw myself, but totally would if I could. But might yet someday if I ever learn that there drawrin' thang.

A polar bear enjoying a nice, fresh croissant.

*Given the things I do deem to be postable, can you imagine what it must take to make something unpostable? For me?! Inconceivable!

**Would have been post title.

***And no, I won't fucking adjust eventually and the next person who suggests such a profoundly stupid and irritating thing gets their teeth shoved through their liver while I punch a pepperoni through their skull. Some people's circadian rhythms are naturally tuned to night, just like some people's are tuned to morning (with the majority being a little later in the day, but not the godawful early of “morning people"). There's piles of literature on it. Read it. Know it. Stop being a dick.****

****Goodness gracious I was angry there! Or at least grumpy. And clearly sleep-deprived. And tired of being told "You'll adjust to mornings."