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WARNING! -- Started around 11:30pm, finished the main stuff around 2am, then spent the next four hours customizing icons and color schemes. (Black backgrounds with neon green text was cool for a while, but then I went back to good ol' black-on-white after my eyes started hurting.)


Kayo Camps Out -- (1am) I need to check backstreetboys.com... are you done yet?! Hurrrryyyy!

December 04
Tuesday

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now playing: Remage's Re-Image (1999)

Wiped my hard drive clean! And reinstalled EVERYTHING. So now everything looks beautiful, runs smooth, ahhh, it's bliss. I'm still only running Windows 98se, despite the media barrage over here for WinXP, because all my bloody apps are Win98 and I -know- half of them won't work perfectly right if I upgrade, no matter what they say. But I'm happy, all is well.

On TV, Kayo and I are watching this show called London Hearts. You take a boyfriend and girlfriend who have been dating for months and months. You put the boyfriend and the program's host/comedian in a room with a TV and a phone, and you put the girlfriend (unaware of the television cameras) out in Ginza or Roppongi or somewhere, expecting to meet her BF for a night on the town. The BF calls, says he can't make it, then the host calls "The Stinger," some suave James Bond type guy, to go woo the GF and see what she says and how far she'll go (dinner, drinks, dancing, maybe back home?!) Secret cameras follow the entire time, mics pick up every word, and the host can even call the Stinger on his cell phone and make suggestions ("Put your arm around her!") It's really a great show, and not nearly as sleazy as it sounds. There's a "this is all in good fun" kind of vibe... at least that's my sense, anyway. Channel 10, Tuesdays at 9pm. Check it out!

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