lightning reactions must be carefully trained

Title of this entry is a lyric from a song that I like only because the riff is really cool (because in reality I have no clue what the song is about - seriously).

Some random bits...

Only one of my friends (almost) actively blogs as much as I do.

It's getting closer to my birthday. Mark your calendars, and remember to send a card, else you will be on my fecal roster. 🙂

I need a digital wall clock that adjusts itself atomically so I never have to set it, because as y'know, setting clocks is for squares.

Microsoft Windows 95 is twelve years old. I remember when it was new and the oh-so-coolest thing since cushioned toilet seats (since surpassed by adult wet ass wipes).

The spam filter in my installation of Mozilla Thunderbird is working very well. I knew that it would eventually occur that spam would somehow find its way to my inbox (which it did), but TB is doing a darn fine job of filtering it out. Very little of it gets to the inbox now.

I still have two books to write. Nothing huge. But they have to get done.

There are many times when I want to write something really negative and outright nasty on my blog, so I write it. Then I read it while it's still in the editor. Then I'll read it again and maybe a few more times after that. It usually never gets posted. My "therapy" so-to-speak is getting the words out on the screen, reading it, understanding it, then getting over it. Some things are best left out of the public eye.