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Wednesday, May 19, 2004

Brought to you by "What color is your brain?"

GREEN:
At work or in school: I work best by myself. I like to focus on my ideas until my desire for understanding is satisfied. I am easily bored if the subject holds no interest to me. Sometimes, it is hard for me to set priorities because so many things are of interest.
With friends: I may seem reserved. Although my thoughts and feelings run deep, I am uneasy with frequent displays of emotion. I enjoy people who are interesting and of high integrity.
With family: I am probably seen as a loner because I like a lot of private time to think. Sometimes, I find family activities boring and have difficulty following family rules that don't make sense to me. I show love by spending time with my family and sharing ideas and interests.


Bears an uncanny resemblance to the person I see with inside eyes.

Tuesday, May 18, 2004

I have not idea what either of those images has to do with me. But those are the results of the highly technical questionaire.


My personality has been sketched asbanana
You are a banana! Good job, captain obvious.



which rejected character are you?
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or maybe headblob
The head blob! Think hard enough and there you
are! HOY-YOOOOO!



which rejected character are you?
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Friday, May 07, 2004

New spillproof keyboard means my coffee is never a hazard again. How is the keyboard spillproof, i wonder. Looks just the same as all the other keyboards. It was the cheapest one of the lot. Some ranging as hight as $100 did not offer the spillproof addition. Oddly, this one was $12. Feels like a real bargain.

If only there was something noteworthy to enter into the blog. What with this clean, fresh, dry, precise keyboard, I could be saying anything at all.

Here's a shot: Friends series ended last night with a two hour final episode. I saw the last hour. Why watch both? Waste of time. Why watch it at all? It's a cultural thing. How america thinkgs and all. Found myself feeling sad at the end. Mind you, I can't even tell you which one is Chandler and which one is Joey. The girls are a total toss up. I usually can remember Phoebe, the blonde. She's the funniest one. The others are just props with lines. I have not watched it over the last year, and didn't know two were married to one another, the others had gotten divorces--i swear they were married before--and now at least two of them were forming a lasting relationship with one another. And the married ones were having a surogate baby. Didn't know who the 5th )or 7th in this case) wheel was haning around with Phoebe. But I was sad just the same.


Monday, May 03, 2004

In the blogging world, entries are made instead of dinner. Links connect people not lunch. Nothing gets done but blog by blog by blog. What do these people do? Day after day there's more, each blog site filling with commentary, commentary on commentary, and contests to see whose commentary can rule the blogdom or blogsphere.

When you dump the contents of a 16oz latte on your keyboard, you are severely limited to the scope and depth and keystrokes you can make from now on. There's the time it takes to hunt down another keyboard. First, you pop off all the keys on the wet board and mop up the spill. An enormous amount of hair, dust, crumbs, and real bugs lie beneath the keys and must be sponged up with the latte. With the keys snapped back into place [well, except those z and y keys that somehow reversed themselves in the process--and a couple that are now uppsydown] all is well. Not for long, wait, nope, the control key is inoperative. Ratx. okay, so what use is that anzwaz. One day after the spill the delete key deletes nothing. No matter how hard or how long it is struck, nothing is deleted. Nor can you go home anymore. You can't even get to the end. Or page up or page down. Ru-oh! The number pad doesn't work now. But all can be endured until one day, three days after the accident, the spacebardoesntworkandthereisnothingtobedonebutquit.

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