Intermission
Apologies for the lack of updates. I now have a real day job and in the meantime I’ve kept my night job, meaning there isn’t a whole lot of time to type for myself. In addition, my computer realized after ten years that it’s allowed to claim forced obsolescence and now only lets me type certain letters at a time. In the meantime, especially considering that I now have to have a home computer, I’ve realized that I don’t know one fucking thing about them.
Seriously. I walked into a CompUSA and tried to do some shopping and all the acronyms and abbreviations made me think my computer was doing tactical operations in the Middle East instead of serving as a glorified typewriter. I would say those of you with computer knowledge are encouraged to give me an idea of what to look for, but I know you’ll just start going into some weird Orwellian language that doesn’t mean anything to me (or to what I need, I’m suspecting).
If you want to give suggestions a shot, just remember — I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. All I know is that I don’t like Macintosh (or anything Apple related), I’m doing very little past Web browsing and writing on Word, I play video games on my Playstation, not on my computer, and good porn is worth the wait.
I do have an entry planned, but seeing how I have to type this out and use the spell check to fix the words where my keyboard has decided to leave out certain letters (and those that I can’t fix, I plug in a different keyboard, which for some reason has a different number of keys that don’t work), it probably won’t get posted until I get this computer replaced.
In the meantime, one of the other staff writers went to my punk night and wrote about it. You can read it here. Other than that, I’m a victim of technology, like Charlton Heston except without all that screaming about my computer being made from people.
