“I’m the last splash…”

I know you, little libertine
I know you’re a cannonball
I’ll be you’re whatever you want
The bong in this Reggae Song

Yesterday my computer died. The video card decided that it had enough of Second Life and Halo so it just told me to fuck off and it died. Early in the morning as well. It was survived by my sound card who mocked me relentlessly as it played sound and the rest of my computer parts. Panicked, I called Binx and told him my computer died. He asked what the problem was, I said the video card as I noticed a decline of videos and gaming capabilities. He wasn’t so sure until I continued telling him it couldn’t be anything else because everything else works. Later on in the day, I bought another on loan because I have sans money and I haven’t gotten paid yet. My pathetic life seems a little more pathetic.

My computer’s up again and happy. The video card I have now is better than my last one and it cost less as well, so yay for me. I even picked it out, showing that I’m lucky when I randomly point at things that I haven’t the slightlest clue of.

After Binx installed the video card, we sat around talking and as we were talking I started realizing that it’s my self destructive behavior that causes a lot of the my relationships or would be relationships to fail miserably. And it’s also my self destructive behavior that makes me decided the wrong choices and what paths to take. It depressed me last night that I even realize that my alter ego – well, my alter ego’s alter ego – has grown too big for a virtual world and the failed experiment has been realized as not a failed experiment at all. So with that said, I think I’m going to go figure out who I am again.

I speak religion’s message clear
and I control you
I am denial guilt and fear
and I control you
I am the prayers of the naive
and I control you
I am the lie that you believe
and I control you
I take you where you want to go
I give you all you need to know
I drag you down I use you up
Mr. Self-destruct
(you let me do this to you. i am an exit)
I am the needle in your vein

Woe is me and my computer…

Bleh. Last week was not my week at all. First I slice my finger that now it’s going to heal deformed, which is okay as long as it fucking heals, right? I took the band-aid off yesterday, finally, and kept it off for some time to allow the fucking wound to heal sans concealment. It also allowed me to move that finger as I cut the damn thing at the knuckle and have only been able to move it so much. Then, to top things off, my computer catches a bug from Metacafe because some fucker posted an item that was compromised. This genius here (pointing to myself) knows better than opening files that are power-point presentations, but at the time, I thought it was just a bunch of photographs. I canceled whatever attempted to open, hoping that firewall and blah blah blah would help, but it didn’t.

The damn trojan left my antivirus on the fritz, making it virtually impossible to quarantine and remove. I had to attempt to use the crap that Vista came with, which found nothing. However, I knew there was still something going on with my computer. So I started searching for free trials of antiviruses that would put McAfee to shame – which, trust me, wasn’t that hard to do. Finally settling for Windows Live OneCare, I found the bloody bug and removed it from my computer.

The damage, however, was done. I have to now go one by one to all my accounts on everything from Amazon to WordPress to change all passwords. This sucks because I don’t know half these passwords by memory anymore. Oh well, c’est la vie.

I guess I’m a PC, as well

Disclaimer: Do not read this post if you think it’s about technology. You won’t find an intelligent term in this post. This is just a post of someone who is hungry and cannot sleep. Thank you. Ennui Prayer. 

But I sort of want a Mac. Not because they’re “better,” but because I fell in love with El Senor’s Mac when I was babysitting it. That and because it saved me so much space just existing in my room. I’m a technological dimwit, but I’m twenty-five, so you’re probably wondering how that’s possible. While most of the techies were fiddling with their computers and learning all the cool things about them, I was too busy not caring. A lot of us were too busy not caring. I’m sure some of us had the time of doing both, and learning the basics, but I wasn’t one of them.

So coming to me and telling me a Mac is better than a PC for this number of reasons, all I’m hearing is the Charlie Brown adult voices as trumpets. In fact, I’m probably not listening to you anyway. I’m too busy not caring. As long as I get my work done, I’m cool. 

As for the whole Windows Vista hoopla, all I can say, I love Windows Vista on my computer solely because my computer was built to support Windows Vista and I didn’t dish out the money so I can run XP. I had my qualms about it, sure. But after I figured out how to do the stuff I used to do, I was okay with it. It seems like every blog that deals with Vista is always written by someone who is living in the past. So you think it sucks, so what? 

What strikes me odd is that these people who are blogging about Windows Vista are Mac users. I find that odd. I dunno. This post didn’t have a point. I just saw the fucking commercial and thought of the title and then had to put in some form of writing. 

But during my search for the video, I found some old videos that I simply love. Christ Follow v. Christian commercials a la Mac commercials. 

I find Christ followers less annoying than the self proclaimed Christians. Actually, I don’t find Christ followers annoying at all, because while they’re still technically Christians, they don’t come up to me and tell me I’m going to hell. In fact, the don’t preach to me at all. Rather, they listen. Geez, Christians. What the fuck? 

And one last one. Because Linux needs its moment in the spot light. 

In other news, I’m gonna try some other layouts. I’ll see if I like any of them. I want your input as well.

Why not just buy the fucking Hula Hoop?

I don’t care if you’re sexy or not, male or female, fat or thin, tall or small, the Wii Fit isn’t for you. It’s just as useful as buying an exercise DVD. So there I am, perusing through Youtube videos at Blog For Hilarity, when I come across a Wii Fit post. I’m shocked that so many of you people are actually eating this up and thinking it’s cool. Sure sure, you’re being exploited for dumb asses (or in some cases, and rarely this is the case, sexy asses). But when all the fun and games are over, there’s this video of you playing a game on Wii Fit and you’re looking like a total (and please, let my family forgive me) retard. Enjoy.