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Meh, I didn't end up going to that thing downtown. I just hung around the house with Taichou instead. Now I'm taking care of some computer chores...windows updates, uninstalling free trials, and so on. Gr, I was hoping to get to Micro Center or something this weekend so I could get rid of this squeaky mouse. For comedic purposes, yeah, it's fantastic. But it's very annoying when you just want to go on your computer at the end of the day. Yeah, a while back my mouse was getting really grody, so I tried to clean it, and it ended up not working afterward. I ended up taking this really ancient one that was lying around, and it works pretty well most of the time...but it's not 100% functionality, and it makes a nails-on-chalkboard squeak every time I move it upward. Hm, while I'm at this computer-chore thing, I'd better run a spyware check. Then again, maybe later...I don't really want to do it right now.
Wow, they raised the "maybe avoid watching adult swim" age to seventeen? I mean, sure it's inappropriate, but it's not THAT inappropriate....damn, Robot Chicken. I just don't enjoy it. I don't enjoy the new Family Guys either...why is it that when shows suddenly get a lot of funding, they immediately run out of ideas? They used to be so hilarious...now they're just plain offensive. I mean, if I wanted humor like that, I would just watch South Park. (zing?)
Woohoo, Scrubs!
They're running out of ideas, too, though...
Sometimes a show should just have the common decency to end. I mean, when you're out of ideas, just STOP MAKING EPISODES. Again with the lack of artistic integrity, I suppose.
Ugh, Lindsay Simon (the next-door neighbor)'s friends are bassers. You know, the type who play music with a LOT of bass out the window? Gawd, she couldn't do any better than becoming a clone?
Well, I don't suppose I expected any more from her, but still, I don't want to LIVE next to her. Especially if she's going to keep having her friends drop her off on weekends in the most obnoxious manner possible.
I don't know where people got the conception that kids could make friends with neighbor kids. Well, come to think of it, it happened ONCE....what are the odds of three or four geeky fantasy game-type kids living in one neighborhood in Pittsburgh? That was fun. Of course, it was before the days of impromptu get-togethers, so we really didn't end up seeing each other that much more than our other friends.
Hmmm.
If we'd stayed in Pittsburgh, I wonder where we'd be now...
A better place? A worse place? Well, I mean, technically, Pittsburgh, but you know, metaphorically, where would we be...?
I hate thinking about other people living in our houses...it's...sad, in a way.
I dunno, I get attached to weird things. It was a nice place to live...but I guess there's not really a use in dwelling on it.
Wow, they raised the "maybe avoid watching adult swim" age to seventeen? I mean, sure it's inappropriate, but it's not THAT inappropriate....damn, Robot Chicken. I just don't enjoy it. I don't enjoy the new Family Guys either...why is it that when shows suddenly get a lot of funding, they immediately run out of ideas? They used to be so hilarious...now they're just plain offensive. I mean, if I wanted humor like that, I would just watch South Park. (zing?)
Woohoo, Scrubs!
They're running out of ideas, too, though...
Sometimes a show should just have the common decency to end. I mean, when you're out of ideas, just STOP MAKING EPISODES. Again with the lack of artistic integrity, I suppose.
Ugh, Lindsay Simon (the next-door neighbor)'s friends are bassers. You know, the type who play music with a LOT of bass out the window? Gawd, she couldn't do any better than becoming a clone?
Well, I don't suppose I expected any more from her, but still, I don't want to LIVE next to her. Especially if she's going to keep having her friends drop her off on weekends in the most obnoxious manner possible.
I don't know where people got the conception that kids could make friends with neighbor kids. Well, come to think of it, it happened ONCE....what are the odds of three or four geeky fantasy game-type kids living in one neighborhood in Pittsburgh? That was fun. Of course, it was before the days of impromptu get-togethers, so we really didn't end up seeing each other that much more than our other friends.
Hmmm.
If we'd stayed in Pittsburgh, I wonder where we'd be now...
A better place? A worse place? Well, I mean, technically, Pittsburgh, but you know, metaphorically, where would we be...?
I hate thinking about other people living in our houses...it's...sad, in a way.
I dunno, I get attached to weird things. It was a nice place to live...but I guess there's not really a use in dwelling on it.