I'm Nestle when it's Crunch Time
For all you cyborgs out there, I'm sure that you've already noticed that I'm not writing from my usual IP address and that the profile of this computer is radically different than usual. For all you Purists of the
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Flesh, this is a different typing machine. Alas, my computer died, and I'm using somebody else's. It this kid I know's, and I feel like some poetry or mellow music or feminism or tolerance or offensive humor should go along with this entry. For anybody who knows what I'm talking about, you know what I'm talking about.
Yeah, that's right. My harddrive crashed. I'm less concerned with having my computer fucked up for a while than I am with losing a lot of great pictures, some funny things I've written, and other stuff. But it will always live on in my Mind's Eye, the home of the most beautiful things like fluffy white clouds, gently streaming streams, and oceans of gorgeous waves of amber grace.
I also realized how often I use my computer. Mostly, it hits me when I need to look up random stuff to appease my famously insatiable curiosity. Examples: What is Brain Freeze and why do I get it so often? Where is LeBron James from? What exactly IS a tort case? What movies are playing on the BC Movie Channel tonight? Has anybody message'd/wall-written'd/photo-post'd me on facebook? Have the Red Sox made startling offseason trades? Will Lost feature a new episode next week? Has the author of Watership Down written any other acclaimed novels?
And this was in the space of five seconds! Hi-yo! Someday, I will stop caring about useless trivia and inconsequential matter smatterings. And that time will be when I die. Or when the Internet goes cerebral and ev
erybody knows everything all the time. We can only stop it by keeping secular, Northeast intellectuals from peeling our bloody fingernails from the god and God loving folks of america. Amen.
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Flesh, this is a different typing machine. Alas, my computer died, and I'm using somebody else's. It this kid I know's, and I feel like some poetry or mellow music or feminism or tolerance or offensive humor should go along with this entry. For anybody who knows what I'm talking about, you know what I'm talking about.
Yeah, that's right. My harddrive crashed. I'm less concerned with having my computer fucked up for a while than I am with losing a lot of great pictures, some funny things I've written, and other stuff. But it will always live on in my Mind's Eye, the home of the most beautiful things like fluffy white clouds, gently streaming streams, and oceans of gorgeous waves of amber grace.
I also realized how often I use my computer. Mostly, it hits me when I need to look up random stuff to appease my famously insatiable curiosity. Examples: What is Brain Freeze and why do I get it so often? Where is LeBron James from? What exactly IS a tort case? What movies are playing on the BC Movie Channel tonight? Has anybody message'd/wall-written'd/photo-post'd me on facebook? Have the Red Sox made startling offseason trades? Will Lost feature a new episode next week? Has the author of Watership Down written any other acclaimed novels?
And this was in the space of five seconds! Hi-yo! Someday, I will stop caring about useless trivia and inconsequential matter smatterings. And that time will be when I die. Or when the Internet goes cerebral and ev
erybody knows everything all the time. We can only stop it by keeping secular, Northeast intellectuals from peeling our bloody fingernails from the god and God loving folks of america. Amen.
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