The majority of a bottle of wine later…
I’m not going to correct my spelling. I feel it adds significantly to the ambiance. Truth be told, I’m touch-typing better than usual… maybe a sign that I think to much about it. The concept of spending my time writing something to imagined readers seems so hilarious right now. Gosh. I have a feeling that you, dear imagined reader, are in for an awful lot of nonsense if you keep reading.
I really wish that to use a computer you didn’t have to sit in front of a computer monitor and type on a keyboard. How cool would it be if you could just write on a piece of paper and it gets digitally stored and neatly laid out? Or painting… How about an “e-canvas” where you have a large touch sensitive screen and you can just select the color you want and paint with a brush or your hand or whatever?
I eased the pain of using a computer somewhat by lowering the contrast on my screen from 100 to below 60 (which I HIGHLY recommend to all of you dear imaginary readers. Wow. The thought of using a computer screen at full intensity is so painful now. Who the hell came up with the idea of a white background for word processing applications anyway? I guess it’s supposed to look like a piece of paper, eh? Or maybe it’s a plan by the rich and powerful to dull the eyes of the common people!!! (just kidding!) Well, the black screen with white writing seems much better for the eyes.
So now I’m listening to Tortoise, another band to which I was introduced by Andy (Gosh, what would I do without him?)
They’re really great. It’s another thing you could download from me if you ask nicely. But that song just cut off – damn! Some of the music that’s out there right now is absolutely amazing!! Really exploratory, really visual.
I feel like I’m finally getting exposed to the kinds of music I would have always loved. It’s a shame that I had to wait so long, while other people I’m sure had good taste way back in high school or earlier. But then again, I guess most musiv is brilliant in it’s own way. It all depends on what you’re focused on, I suppose. And bien sur, one would always say “Well finally, why was I ever listening to that crap.
Oops, I just swallowed some barf. Was that funny? I don’t mean to disappoint you, dear imaginary reader, but really it just seemed utterly hilarious that I would write that. In a sick sort of way. I mean, we’ve all had that experience, right?
Man, have I got a cool room. I’ve got a nice (not great, but nice) computer with high speed internet, a kick-ass stereo, a sweet guitar, a digital eight track, painting supplies, all the paper you can write on. Wait a minute! That’s not so special!
But I do have 24 hour access to a color copier! And a fax machine. So I could make a color copy of my butt and fax it to random people at 4 in the morning. Any takers?
Well, that’s all for now. My eyes need a rest and my belly needs some more wine. Smile all of you. And if you’re sorry you wasted your time, I’m sorry too.
If you think this was worth reading…. Well… um… of course… that’s what I … um… meant to do.
Love ya
o-bob-o
