Oh no... I see it...
it's right there...
as Chad would say "got unsightly meat hangin down?"
Don't use the texas GigaPOP Looking Glass.
it's just... DUMB. It's dumb ::nods::
Insanity.net isn't letting me get to mail.
My inbox apparently is "error on page"
And I can't figure out quite why.
Aside from the fact that apparently one of those mails is quite large.... last night I was using 20% of the 6mb box and this morning I'm using 48% of it.
With 2 mails.
I did a search for Jason last night.
Just to make sure that he didn't have any obituary online.
Yes, I still think about that now and again.
No, I'm not freaked out or overly worried about it.
I would love to try to make some new icons out of some interesting pics I have but they aren't really parent appropriate and they're wandering around too much to sit here and have them open.
So... I'll work on other icons, maybe.
Or maybe I'll get back to the organization project.
Trying to move all my pics (they're getting high drain through sheer volume) to my never used D drive that I promised long ago to use for storage in order to keep my C drive free of clutter.
It's getting to the point where I've used almost a full 2/3 of the C drive... It's only 4gigs, but I'd prefer not to pack it full.
Should have bought some RAM last month.
I need it.
I wish my father would go ahead and steal that box from work.
I'd love to start learning unix. I know it'll only frustrate me without a tutor around, but I'd rather get frustrated in a forward moving pattern than this stagnate one.
I should be studying.
I should be trying as hard as possible to learn everything I can.
I'm not a very good Donkey. I see the carrot. But I just can't be bothered.
I'll blame something outside of me for it, as usual.
The more porn I see, the better I feel about my genitals.
another cigarette for me. Then I'll make icons? maybe?
making of an icon.
It's a strange idea.
Becuase I still think of an icon in the non computer sense first.
MAKING of an icon.
like wagging the dog.
"I have to run to the store real quick... brb.."
an hour and a half later......
I didn't expect him to be prompt because he went out with ADHD boy.
but me being me... the things I think of.
aaaaaaall the interesting scenarios I invent.
the rolling over cars.
The condors swooping down and pecking out their eyes.
The tweaker holding them up and leaving them shoeless in a field, hogtied together.
Cody somehow finding a way to blame Chad.
or maybe they just got locked out again.