I guess they’ve been cracking down on downloading music and stuff in Canada. That’ll show ’em.
Haiku!
Incredible frog.
It can leap from here to Mars.
It’s a real leaper.
In other news, my passport application has been circulating the government system for a day or two, so soon I will have the ability to travel the world. I assume passports allow me to teleport. That seems right.
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’m using “bloody” in the “Oh, bloody ‘ell another week is over” sense, but I am confident that something, somewhere in this world is happening that makes today worthy of the other sense of “bloody” as well.
So, why the chunks do so many spam robots attack my humble Book of PDR? It isn’t as though I get millions of readers that they could spread their advertising too. Robots are an idiot.
In other news, I am in the process of getting my passport (a Canadian one, since the nation of PDR has yet to be recognized by other nations). With it, I will be able to travel the world and all that. It’s gonna be sweet.
Haiku!
Deathrace 2000.
It deserves much more respect.
A classic movie.
Speaking of film, there’s this movie coming out sometime called Across the Universe, which is this romantic musical that at first I would think I would be entirely against, but the music is all Beatles stuff and the trailer makes it look like such a visual festival of craziness that I admit I am intrigued. Times like this I wish I knew women.
This week there was a riddle in the newspaper that asked “How many times can you subtract five from twenty-five” and gave the answer as being once, because then you were subtracting from twenty and so on.
I disagree. I think you can subtract it as many times as you damn well please. Look:
25 – 5 = 20
25 – 5 = 20
25 – 5 = 20
25 – 5 = 20
25 – 5 = 20
25 – 5 = 20
I could go on all night. But since I don’t like math, I ain’t gonna.
I have begun saving up to go on a trip to London. I am not smart enough to go alone, though. I just don’t have anyone to go with. It makes me sad. I’m sad a lot.
In other news, I am now being monitored by aliens. They are spying on me through plant life. But it’s cool. They’re not insidious. They’re just really bored.a
I do intend to get some new writing done, but I brought back a Contains2 article today because the subject matter, traveling has been on my mind of late. I wish I could do some, but I’m not. It makes me sad. I also wants to quit my job. But I’m not. It makes me sad. I’m sad.
I’ve taken to looking at want ads in the paper and on the Internets. None of the jobs appeal to me. Looking up the various charities in the city I see very few jobs that I am qualified for (ie. I don’t have the degrees and stuff), would want to do (ie. I’d have to talk to people and crap) or are in the city (apparently Montreal is in desperate need of people working with charities, though). Looking at jobs that aren’t with charities, I just get depressed about this world we have going on.
I’ve been very mopey this last while. It’s all really pathetic.
I’ll think of something tomorrow.
