son...of...a....
Man I hate computers sometime...I had this nice thing all written out...it was good...insightful...full or thought provoking sentiments and imminent wisdom...and then it was just all gone....
Fucking computers!
Maybe someday it'll all come back...but until then let me tell you a little story.
About a month and a half ago or so...I was bumbling around e-bay...I decided that I want a laptop and wanted to see what a refurbished one was going for. $250...what a deal...so I dropped a bid one it. I figured it'd go for much more and didn't really think twice about it. 30 minutes later I get an e-mail telling me "Congratulations! You're the big winner"
Ahh Hell
So now I gotta pay $250 (which is still a heck of a deal) for this laptop that I don't even really know if it works or not. I mean, that's money for drinking (I can always go a few days without eating to save a buck or two) and what if this thing is a stone age p.o.s.?
Well, it came in and turns out its been a heck of a deal...
BUT
I've had to reteach myself how to type. You see the little pad that takes the place of the mouse is right about where the base of my thumbs hit the computer. There's been a time or two when something I was typing just disappeared...all thanks to my thumbs.
This hasn't been too much of a problem since I'm a pretty good typer (typist, typeeze...) and am what some people would call a natural...yeah that's right....a natural. The first typing test I ever took, back at good ole ACHS, I typed 30 words a minute. This is like 2 minutes (weeks maybe) into the class. Now I'm up close to 95, maybe a 100, if you don't count mistakes and/or times I erased my whole fucking blog. I'm just that good...and some may say that this isn't very manly, and I say "Yeah, so how many words a minute can you type big man?"
"I've got cats too bitch! You want some...come and get it"
Because I'm secure with my masculinity and I type fast...and I have cats (go ahead, click the link)...and I'm not doing a whole lot for myself right now.
So where was I?
Anyway, the new computer is great and wireless and does have a pretty cool program for watching DVDs and listening to music...it was however very bare when it came to other applications. There is no word processing program, which is why I have to write things like this online, and therefore sometimes lose them completely. I've been meaning to get a good word processor, but it turns out that I'm also very good at procrastination.
Procrastination is like Masturbation...it sounds like a good idea at the time, but in the end you're really just fucking yourself.
So here I sit typing and hoping that I don't erase all I've done...and thinking about procrastinating...
I think I'm starting to feel better....maybe later I'll rework the thing I erased...stupid f'in computer.
Fucking computers!
Maybe someday it'll all come back...but until then let me tell you a little story.
About a month and a half ago or so...I was bumbling around e-bay...I decided that I want a laptop and wanted to see what a refurbished one was going for. $250...what a deal...so I dropped a bid one it. I figured it'd go for much more and didn't really think twice about it. 30 minutes later I get an e-mail telling me "Congratulations! You're the big winner"
Ahh Hell
So now I gotta pay $250 (which is still a heck of a deal) for this laptop that I don't even really know if it works or not. I mean, that's money for drinking (I can always go a few days without eating to save a buck or two) and what if this thing is a stone age p.o.s.?
Well, it came in and turns out its been a heck of a deal...
BUT
I've had to reteach myself how to type. You see the little pad that takes the place of the mouse is right about where the base of my thumbs hit the computer. There's been a time or two when something I was typing just disappeared...all thanks to my thumbs.
This hasn't been too much of a problem since I'm a pretty good typer (typist, typeeze...) and am what some people would call a natural...yeah that's right....a natural. The first typing test I ever took, back at good ole ACHS, I typed 30 words a minute. This is like 2 minutes (weeks maybe) into the class. Now I'm up close to 95, maybe a 100, if you don't count mistakes and/or times I erased my whole fucking blog. I'm just that good...and some may say that this isn't very manly, and I say "Yeah, so how many words a minute can you type big man?"
"I've got cats too bitch! You want some...come and get it"
Because I'm secure with my masculinity and I type fast...and I have cats (go ahead, click the link)...and I'm not doing a whole lot for myself right now.
So where was I?
Anyway, the new computer is great and wireless and does have a pretty cool program for watching DVDs and listening to music...it was however very bare when it came to other applications. There is no word processing program, which is why I have to write things like this online, and therefore sometimes lose them completely. I've been meaning to get a good word processor, but it turns out that I'm also very good at procrastination.
Procrastination is like Masturbation...it sounds like a good idea at the time, but in the end you're really just fucking yourself.
So here I sit typing and hoping that I don't erase all I've done...and thinking about procrastinating...
I think I'm starting to feel better....maybe later I'll rework the thing I erased...stupid f'in computer.
posted by Michael Wren at 7:22 PM
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