Before the KU game crushed my spirit, I finished reading The New York Trilogy by Paul Auster, on loan to me from Chelsea. My thoughts can be summed up thusly ( Read more... )

Hmm. I watched just enough of the game to get excited and really into it, then have that crushed like a bug.

Fuck sports. Really.

In support of my theory that every song ever written is better when performed by Muppets:

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In the great wide category of "Things about Paul's life that you don't care about," : New hard drive arrived, went into laptop without a single problem, and soaked up Windows from the install CDs like, um... something that... soaks... um... goodly. Drive is TONS faster than old drive. Comp rebooted properly. Initial Setup is running smoothly, ( Read more... )

Once you get around what this guy is doing to the books, this is a pretty cool concept, and I thought I'd post it mainly because I think Chelsea will find it interesting. Click the picture to go to the article and more pictures of his stuff.


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I am fairly certain my laptop's hard drive is conking out. After experiencing an increasing number of bizarre glitches and performance problems, and disk-check running itself several times, I decided to do a system restore. I know I had at least two restore points in there. This proved impossible. It failed to work several times ( Read more... )

I am posting this from my new Zune with its itty bitty keyboard. Also, my computer is flaking out, so fingers crossed, eh?

 Great.

My MP3 player's hard drive failed this afternoon.  I rather liked U2's remixed version of Discotheque from their Greatest Hits 1990-2000 album (it sounds like an actual U2 song), but my little Creative Zen Vision apparently thought otherwise and committed some sort of PMP version of Seppuku halfway through it.

Also, I forgot to renew my car's ( Read more... )

 It's November third.

Two days ago, I began seeing Christmas commercials.

Those of you that know me will be aware that this means I am going to start getting my panties in a twist about Christmas merchandise and commercials showing up.

And those twisted panties are metaphorical.  And they don't have reindeer or candy canes on them.  Don't judge me.

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 700 words short of my day's goal.  Exhausted beyond reason.  Going BACK to work until 7 pm after the 3am-1030am shift Ialready fucking worked today.

Oh, and Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? Seriously fucked up.  Really.  Damn