Friday, August 13, 2004

If I had a cable, I'd download in the morning...

Oh wait, I do and I am.

It's far too late for me to be up seeing as how I have work tomorrow. Oh well. I finally have high speed access again and that pleases me.

The only thing that remains is to find a P2P program that is chock full of Angel, as I'm still missing the latter half of last season. That won't do at all.

Tuesday, August 10, 2004

Midnight in The Garden of Gourds and Emu

Fenton is mind numbingly boring, though I am pleased/ashamed to say that I watched more good movies in this little stretch than I have in a long time. I managed to watch nothing but British murder mystery and gangster movies for three days. Something about the dialog (I still maintain this is an incorrect, Americanized spelling, spellcheck), the pacing, even the cinematography in all of the movies I watched have a very soothing effect one me. You know, in my most inner bits of consciousness. I don't know what that says about me as a person or a video collector, but there it is.

I feel inspired to write a lot, but Word remains a non-functioning asshat. I need to write, lest I explode and leave a gooey pile of story ideas behind. Open Source word processing here I come.

I am not a blogger, but I play one on the Internet.

Piffle and humph.

Alright, perhaps that's a shade harsh. After all, Blogger's never been anything but kind to me, though I find the house rules a bit antiquated. Registration to comment indeed! I've gone along with it, but I've taken umbrage.

As you can see, I've broken down and registered. But be it known that I only did so because I wanted to be able to post comments on other people's blogs and couldn't unless I got a Blogger name of my own. I was happy that my web nomme de plume wasn't taken.

One of us, one of us, gabba, gabba, we accept you...

Yeah, I know. I'm the only one who's seen "Freaks." Oh well.

Vive Live Journal! Vive Quebec! Vive Jay Sherman!

I'll stop now.


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