Without a real purpose or point to doing it, I loaded a new system onto my PC the other day. I've essentially come to the realization that I only need a text editor, and the internet (with a web browser (preferrably Firefox)), and I'm 80% happy on a computer. A decent image editing program would make me feel good too, but I can get by 80% of the time without one.
Read more...I'm not the brightest light in the chandelier when I get tired. Maria, Cecilia and I had gone out of town for Christmas on the eve thereof, and I was a little tired from the long day. We were out and about looking at the Christmas lights at people's houses. I can't even imagine what their electricity bills might have, but whatever. Upon seeing one specific setup of lights, I make one of the dumbest comments.
Read more...I'm not sure what my fascination is with books. There's something about having stuff bound together that makes it more… tangible, more real, more…. I don't know. For a couple years now I have subscribed to McSweeney's Quarterly Concern which in short is a collection of writings compiled (as you might have guessed it) quarterly. I'm not completely sold by the actual writing in the books, but moreso by it's publishing. Except for iissue #17 each and every one of them seems to fascinate me.
Read more...I don't mind Christmas Parties, really I don't. There are a variety of organizations that have Christmas parties. The group could be family, friends, work, or religious. In general, I don't have any beef with any of the parties that are listed. My expectations from a party are as follows (not listed in any specific order): friends, food and fun. Depending on the circumstances of the Christmas party, it could be appropriate to be reminded of the real reason/purpose of Christmas. What would be INappropriate would be most anything lame. Let me talk about my most recent party experience, which happened to be a church/religious function.
Read more...Let's just say that you're tasked with gathering a male and female of every species in the world. Put them all onto a huge boat type device. Float around for a hundred and fifty days while the rest of the earth's population gets wiped out. You and seven other people are supposed to clean up after these animals, and make sure they have enough food for the whole time. Maybe it's just me, but there had to be some rules when this all went down. I would imagine that number one was "no mating".
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