Notable Notes
Note to self: Stop being such a cheap bastard. If everyone says VideoRedo is the best, easiest program for editing TiVo files and then burning them to DVD, shell out the cash instead of dicking around for months with stuff that barely functions. Speaking of...
Note to Roxio: Fuck you people, none of your shit ever worked right for me. Not even the old CD burning software on my Gateway. I hate you. And your MyDVD people? Tell them I hate them.
Note to wind: Oh my fuck, knock it off! When you are gusting and whistling through my living room and suddenly, I feel myself shuddering on the couch because clearly, MY ENTIRE GODDAMN HOUSE IS MOVING, this is too much!
Note to my neighbor: I can't believe you just gave me, free of charge, a like-new Singer sewing machine. I don't care that it's a 1971 model. It's mine! A Singer! This is like how my mom was totally into her iron because it was a Rowenta, and then I ironed the wrong side of this project and got iron-on interfacing all over it and she freaked out that I ruined her iron and I got in big trouble. And I was all, it's just an iron! And she was all, it's a Rowenta, ZOMG! But I got the crap off of it, and she stopped yelling at me. This was last summer. I got in trouble. With my mom. At 29 years old. For screwing up her shit.
Note to y'all: My birthday is this Friday. We're all gonna play Rock Band and other PS3 games and drink. I think this is a perfectly acceptable way to turn 30. So come on over!
Note to Roxio: Fuck you people, none of your shit ever worked right for me. Not even the old CD burning software on my Gateway. I hate you. And your MyDVD people? Tell them I hate them.
Note to wind: Oh my fuck, knock it off! When you are gusting and whistling through my living room and suddenly, I feel myself shuddering on the couch because clearly, MY ENTIRE GODDAMN HOUSE IS MOVING, this is too much!
Note to my neighbor: I can't believe you just gave me, free of charge, a like-new Singer sewing machine. I don't care that it's a 1971 model. It's mine! A Singer! This is like how my mom was totally into her iron because it was a Rowenta, and then I ironed the wrong side of this project and got iron-on interfacing all over it and she freaked out that I ruined her iron and I got in big trouble. And I was all, it's just an iron! And she was all, it's a Rowenta, ZOMG! But I got the crap off of it, and she stopped yelling at me. This was last summer. I got in trouble. With my mom. At 29 years old. For screwing up her shit.
Note to y'all: My birthday is this Friday. We're all gonna play Rock Band and other PS3 games and drink. I think this is a perfectly acceptable way to turn 30. So come on over!