I just spent a week without the Internet, which sucked, of course, but it was better than that too recent time when I had not computer at all.

But now I’m back and I will murder the world with electricity. No, that’s not the one. No, what I meant was I will do a haiku.

Haiku!

Molten Lava Man.
He has the power of flight.
But lava can’t fly…

I don’t know if there has ever actually been a Molten Lava Man. I don’t care. That is all for now.

Since last weekend I have been without my computer. I’ve gone that long without the Internet, but with no computer at all, it was killing me. And the fear that I had lost everything on my hard drive (which includes all manner of music/pictures/tv shows and things I’ve written dating back at least as far as ten years) made me even more upset. I’m an empty, lonely man and having no computer only made that worse.

What had happened was the mouse locked up while I was playing Counterstrike with Kip. I tried rebooting it to get it working again and it just never came back on. It would come up with a black screen with that little flashing dash where you’re supposed to type, but could not type or do anything. But when it was taken in to be looked at it came up fine for them and now as I try it again here and I haven’t lost my files. I guess that means there was nothing wrong with it beyond “It wasn’t working for a while and now it’s better.” Awesomeness. This makes me happy. I think maybe I’ll start backing stuff up on CDs maybe.

That said, I didn’t miss anything much, it would seem. Two emails and one MSN message. And 38 spam comments on this site. But still, I feel better knowing that.

In other news, tomorrow I shall be getting the last signature needed for my passport application. Soon the PDR shall be spreading his self all over the globe!

I guess that is enough for tonight. I am going to re-enter myself into the World’s Widest Web.

I wrote this on MSN to Kip just moments ago and didn’t want to let if fade away. So now I’m putting it here:

“And now you’re gone. Woe to this fickle atmosphere of life. Mine eyes weep for the lack of beauty they see, but my ears know all the colors of the rainbow. Ere there was a planet, the souls of the damned laughed at my misfortune and called me the Mother of All Fools.”

In other news, I ordered T-Shirts from this website recently and one of them wasn’t in stock and the guy actually called me. As awesome as it was for him to do that for some Internet customer in another country I was at work so I told him I call him back. But my depression-fuelled procrastination and forgetfulness (plus after a while I lost the number) meant I never got around to it. But then I got a package with all the shirts anyway! Thanks the guy who runs that site!

And finally, a lesson in PDR Computers that you will never need to know:

Years ago I had a computer made up of bits and pieces from other computers that had died. I called it the Frankencomputer. Around this time I started using the term Computron to refer to it.

Eventually I upgraded the thinking bits of the machine, but kept the stuff like the keyboard, mouse and monitor. I figured I was taking the brains out of a zombie and putting it into another zombie to create a SuperZombie, so that is what I called that computer. It’s official title was Computron V.

I’ve since replaced the mouse (with a SpongeBob one) and have a new(er) keyboard, I think. And this year I upgraded my computer and it became Computron X. And now, as of today or yesterday or something I have a new monitor. I described it as the Superzombie giving up the ghost, so Computron X shall be called: The Ghost.

Thus, I am cool.

I am now, officially, on my new computer. It is cool. It took some time to transfer all necessary files from my old computer to this one, but I am now done with all that and I can prepare to start enjoying this computer. Hooray.

Haiku!

Bake a birthday cake!
It’s someone’s birthday somewhere.
That’s reason enough.

In other news, there was a great big school shooting over in Montreal. Now, apart from whatever tragedy is inherent in such an event, the shooter was wearing a black trenchcoat. Why do they always do that? They’re giving trenchcoats a bad name that I don’t appreciate. If any of you intend to go on a gun rampage, wear a friggin’ yellow raincoat or something, dammit.

And it’s close to time for me to start getting ready for work. I hate that. I’m so going to look into playing the lottery.

I totally messed up my sleeping schedule over the last day or two and now I’m in for a really tired night on the longest shift of the week. Aren’t I just special. Damn, I hate that job.

In other news, I’m in the process of moving all my files and music and stuff from this computer to my new one. I don’t think I’ll finish today, but it’ll be sweet when I get on that new one…