I just don't know what to do with myself
[How is it that I graduated top of my class at business school, but the phrase 'paper jam area B' just sends me over the edge? >> Sarah Walker]
I am fluent in seven different human languages as well as three demon languages. I can quote verbatium the majority of works from Byron, Browning (both of them), Neruda, Dickinson, and Wadsworth. Not to mention a variety of other poets. I’m a fount of history knowledge as well as useless trivial information. For example in 1892, Italy raised the minimum age of marriage for women to 12. I’m an expert in medieval weaponry. I’ve got a pretty good understanding of basic medical knowledge and procedure. I can identify many classical pieces and operas with just the opening strains. Contrary to popular belief, I’m a fairly intelligent guy.
I can’t set the clock on a DVD player to save my life. I can’t program a Tivo and most of the time my cell phone baffles me. I’m pretty sure I’ve got voicemail in my mailbox but I can’t get to it. There are things I can do on the internet, it’s relatively straight forward but Google doesn’t always understand what I want. If my computer ever decides to do anything except exactly what it’s supposed to do, I’ve got no idea how to fix it. There’s a guy I call, David Nabbit, from time to time. He’ll come over and fix my stuff or send someone. It’s frustrating though. I’ve spent over 200 years being smart with a pretty good grasp on the world in general. I struggled a little through the eighties but I was doing fine. All of the sudden the nineties hit and I spend hours sitting in front of my television staring at the blink 12:00 and feeling like an absolute idiot.
I am fluent in seven different human languages as well as three demon languages. I can quote verbatium the majority of works from Byron, Browning (both of them), Neruda, Dickinson, and Wadsworth. Not to mention a variety of other poets. I’m a fount of history knowledge as well as useless trivial information. For example in 1892, Italy raised the minimum age of marriage for women to 12. I’m an expert in medieval weaponry. I’ve got a pretty good understanding of basic medical knowledge and procedure. I can identify many classical pieces and operas with just the opening strains. Contrary to popular belief, I’m a fairly intelligent guy.
I can’t set the clock on a DVD player to save my life. I can’t program a Tivo and most of the time my cell phone baffles me. I’m pretty sure I’ve got voicemail in my mailbox but I can’t get to it. There are things I can do on the internet, it’s relatively straight forward but Google doesn’t always understand what I want. If my computer ever decides to do anything except exactly what it’s supposed to do, I’ve got no idea how to fix it. There’s a guy I call, David Nabbit, from time to time. He’ll come over and fix my stuff or send someone. It’s frustrating though. I’ve spent over 200 years being smart with a pretty good grasp on the world in general. I struggled a little through the eighties but I was doing fine. All of the sudden the nineties hit and I spend hours sitting in front of my television staring at the blink 12:00 and feeling like an absolute idiot.