Ellipsis

Sabashii, I could just write this in your comment box but that would deprive me of the satisfaction knowing that people are peeking in my life and validating my existence so I'll continue to write personal messages here for the entire world to see. Actually, I just have one thing to say which is that I got your letter ^o^ and I'll be writing a hand-written reply eventually, like after this stupid company sends me my confirmation e-mail which is just not happening as I constantly refresh the page waiting for the bold-faced "Inbox (1)" to appear. What I don't understand is how my personal e-mail address (which I haven't even told my friends about) gets flooded with more spam than my Yahoo account which I freely give out to major corporations probably thrilled to make an extra buck off my name. It's good to be wanted. So, anyway, to counteract this invasion of privacy (no, I still do not want to enlarge my penis naturally, thank you very much), I headed off to Nonags to undertake a strenuous journey of finding a decent e-mail notification program. These things used to be so easy. I'd pick out the first program I saw, install it, and it'd work fine until I got a new operating system. Now, I download at least ten different notifiers only to delete them after they fail to meet the most basic requirements. So now I'm stuck with EzPop, the first skinnable e-mail notifier. Whee. The panel where you can preview your messages needs to be done better; I'd rather have a list of headers and a separate view to see N lines of the message as opposed to cycling through each message one at a time. Other than that, it does its job decently; nothing to rave about, but I'm not uninstalling after five minutes like Pop Tray. So the moral of the story is: Death to Comcast.net. It takes forever to send off a message, forever to receive a message (I just a message that was sent to me on the 8th. Gee.), and someone took the username I wanted. It's all Comcast's fault.

Stupidity runs rampant

Have any of you ever downloaded one gig worth of movie files without realizing it? Even with a fast connection, I do not see how anyone not stranded in Bellevue can download a gig of data and not be aware of it. In other words, my brother exceeded our one gig byte cap without even knowing it. The sheer amount of idiocy required to do that renders me unable to continue ranting about it any further. I'm out for blood now.

o_O

The good thing about being sick is that you start hallucinating so after the walls finished opening up, I got a new idea for a livejournal layout. I started working on it yesterday, and after my borderline delirium fades away, I'll find out if it's actually feasible. Happy Birthday, Yuu!

Mwahahah

My virus is spreading, three of my livejournal friends have wrote how sick they're feeling. I'm contagious! I'm so proud. Stomach flu + motion-sickness induced by Halo = ritual suicide by disembowlment, um, guttingI woke up to see a PSX2 sitting on top of the Xbox so now all I have to do is get a Gamecube. Unless someone buys it for me first, which seems to be the case... Huh. How amusing is that.

And around and around and around

I think I'm dying.It started last night when I tried to go to bed; that worked out wonderfully as it was around four when I finally fleeped. Um. Fell asleep. My skin was hot and dry; I felt like I was dehydrated, so it was either open the window and risk exacerbating my already fragile condition or sit around burning to death. It's some kind of annoying flu, I'm guessing; I'm no physician, all I know is that the room needs to stop spinning and I'd like my eyes to be able to focus again. Oh, and these coughing fits seriously need to go away, because I can't get anything done when I'm thinking in the back of my mind that maybe I should run to the nearest toilet to puke out my internal organs. It's not like they're doing any good, other than twisting around themselves just to bring me more pain. On the other hand, I can't remember the last time I've thrown up and that's just something I don't need to be seeing. I have a low tolerance for disgusting things like that; after all, I self-diagnosed myself to be a cacophobe. Okay, time to stop staring at this monitor and go lie down and pray that something smashes me and puts me out of my misery.Gah. v__v

Disappointment springs eternal

Normally I enter a movie theatre completely devoid of any expectation whatsoever. Sometimes I expect a movie to fail to amuse me, and usually my predictions are proven true (why I continue to subject myself to the torturous devices of film makers is another entry entirely). On very rare occasions, there's something I desperately want to view and I emerge feeling satiated. Memento was one of those cases; I anticipated a great movie experience, and I left immensely pleased. I'll have to rewatch that DVD so that I may undergo a form of amnesiac treatment and rid myself of the plagueful memories that was caused by The Time Machine. Auguries of Another Wasted Hour and a Half: First, I had financial problems (it took me a while to scrounge up the stupid seven dollars for a frickin' movie ticket); secondly, the employee decided that the 8:05 PM showing was suddenly synonymous with the 7:25 one, keeping in mind that when I handed over my ticket, it was 8:00. Brilliant. I was off to a wonderful start. Nonetheless, I remained firm in my faith that it would be all worth it. Pfffft.I was expecting a movie on the technological advances and social evolution of mankind. I thought there would be more interaction between the eras, a bridge connecting one century to the next. Protagonist goes into the future, Protagonist is progressively awed by the development of future humanity, Protagonist goes further into the future only to see a decline whereby he is suddenly the most technologically-enlightened being in the entire world thanks to said regression; a compare and contrast of the now and then and here and there (you have a time machine, what else are you going to do other than become the damn richest man in the universe?). There would be more dialogue between the races, more focus on the scientific side of the protagonist, but no, instead I get this psuedo-horror film with some zombified Planet of the Apes running around the jungle and caverns making those hideous war cries and a five-second, "The moon is falling apart!" Big whoop. I thought this was going to be a drama with a bit of action sequences cropping up a bit; I skimmed the reviews because I didn't want to read potential spoilers. What happened to interaction? What happened to studying the rise and fall of civilizations? Is that too cliché for a time travel movie? So is having said protagonist get over his beloved in a span of eight hundred thousand years reduced to a mere week or so. Speaking of the year span, watch in amazement as the English language remains unblemished. People of the world, start brushing up on your foreign language skills because it's going to be around for millennia to come. In the exact same form as it is now.Bah. Off to rewatch Memento then.

Oops

I was suckered by my own icon. Laugh at me now.

It doesn't?

Life outside the computer doesn't work?!You mean I fuckin' did all that for nothing?! Christ.Ten minutes of my life wasted -- just... completely... wasted! Well, now I'll just have to live ten minutes longer than usual.

Life is good

Wheeee!