Not by life in generaly, and not (curiously) by my semi-satisfactory spontaneous spelling of "stoked" (which is most certianly wrong), but by this nice little LJ client. I can post to my heart's content with this bad boy ( Read more... )

Or rather, Slow Mouse-wheel Gets Down local Guy. I went and bought a bunch of mice, that's a good thing. Trying them all out since the mouse I've been using is Ultimately Frustrating. But I'm trying to decide between a stack of defeciencies, and remember, you don't vote for, you vote against ( Read more... )

Man, even the folks on TV are depressed. I mean, ok, so Matt's comming to work on his car. I figured out how to make my steering wheel clamp onto my desk right. What more could I want out of life? Oh, sure, companionship, a sense of connection with anybody. Lately it just seems like a few words that don't instantly turn sour, and I'm... ( Read more... )

CREATIVE.COM

there we go - that's the new toy! And what have I done with it yet? Nothing! I've spent hours upon hours copying music back and forth from one drive to another, making sure all my copies were complete and trying to save space here and there. Processing songs to figure out which are loud and soft and fast and slow and relableing ( Read more... )

[16:35] AbeFM: now it looks like I'll never make it work with my own two hands
[16:35] AbeFM: I'll have to live vicariously through dana
[16:36] AbeFM: also: I'll never get to work dana, so I'll have to make it with her vicariously though my own two hands

Well, kinda. I mean, not really. It's just a little RC thing ( Read more... )

Well, no. And not this fucking actor guy... I'm not happy about that. I need to... I wish I could find something to do - that guy's a death knell for anyone who works for a living.

How do these people get support? How do they get votes? I mean - isn't it insane? They come out, with varying degrees for subterfuge, and say "we're going to ( Read more... )

Yet again I find myself pining for an audiance when I only write here to be alone and to ensure that no one bothers me. Or at least, I should say I write here careing less than normal what others think of me, or writting to impress them or even hold their attention... Then I'm surprised when they aren't impressed or paying attention ( Read more... )

Sometimes I feel like my limbs aren't really part of me - is any part of my body? I'm pretty convinced that if anything should happen to it, I'd be dead, etc... But like, it's more like walking your dog or teaching your child to ride a bicycle. I was comming into work today, and there's a very big tractor/trailer comming into the delivery bay (I ( Read more... )

I used to have a lot of freinds online... I'm not sure what the difference is now ( Read more... )