Jeez.
It's always one thing or another. Yesterday, my dear laptop (so dear that I didn't even know what make it was when the cops asked me) was heisted out of my room. Now some lucky bastard is enjoying my assorted Arrested Development mp3 clips, my desktop picture of Emily Haines and my half written murder mystery novel, ironically about a stolen laptop, a laptop made of pure gold. And diamonds.
I swear I was 1/3 of the way to writing a masterwork of short reviews of The Strokes, Gossip and Tarkio. But this not having a computer business is tough. This morning already, I've used both Panther and Jacquelyn's computer to email and browse Myspace, and I feel as if I owe them each a cheap bottle of wine or a private karaoke serenade. So I'm gonna make this brief... Updates will be indefinitely on hold, probably til mid next week when I A) find the person who did this to me and stab him in the neck B) construct my own laptop with parts of a Sega Genesis, Daniel D's busted boombox and a cheez-its box C) develop some kind of mind control ability to post what I think right onto Backfield in Motion, kind of like the Mel Gibson of What Women Want but in cyberspace D) borrow a 'puter from the 'rents. I'm very interested in what option C has to offer, but I'll probably go with D.
I'll leave you guys with a picture of the band I saw last night. They're pretty good. They do good work.
This is before they got in an invisible shell and flew to
jellybeanland with robotic unicorns soaring by their side.
I swear I was 1/3 of the way to writing a masterwork of short reviews of The Strokes, Gossip and Tarkio. But this not having a computer business is tough. This morning already, I've used both Panther and Jacquelyn's computer to email and browse Myspace, and I feel as if I owe them each a cheap bottle of wine or a private karaoke serenade. So I'm gonna make this brief... Updates will be indefinitely on hold, probably til mid next week when I A) find the person who did this to me and stab him in the neck B) construct my own laptop with parts of a Sega Genesis, Daniel D's busted boombox and a cheez-its box C) develop some kind of mind control ability to post what I think right onto Backfield in Motion, kind of like the Mel Gibson of What Women Want but in cyberspace D) borrow a 'puter from the 'rents. I'm very interested in what option C has to offer, but I'll probably go with D.
I'll leave you guys with a picture of the band I saw last night. They're pretty good. They do good work.
This is before they got in an invisible shell and flew to
jellybeanland with robotic unicorns soaring by their side.
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