Ack. Okay, people. Let's play pretend. okay. Pretend that I've
been updating the journal every day for the past two weeks. okay.
And while we're playing, also pretend that the static journal is
wickedly famous, just like those other cool journals. And everyone
loves the Static Girl. Got it? Good.
I've decided that I own a sub-standard computer and it no longer
serves my needs. This is a terrible blow to my um, you know.
I need a new chip, a new motherboard to go with it.
More memory of course. 32megs? paah. I've been
wondering about that little box where the power comes from.
My 3.5 disk drive died some time ago, and I would
love to be able to make a startup disk. My keyboard got a good
cleaning after the coffee incident, but the "t" still gives me
ttrouble. My monitor has grown progressively
darker, and now I am unable to see to play any dos games. And I
had a terrible itch to play descent the other day.
So it's probably going to be cheaper to just buy a whole new
computer. Maybe I'll buy a pretty Mac.
AHH, AHH, Blasphemy, Horrors! Take it Back, please!
Um. okay. I won't buy a silly Mac. But doesn't someone want to
buy me a new 19" monitor? I am after all, a jobless bum and I can't
afford a Hershey bar, let alone a new computer...
Actually. I have one Hershey bar left. I think I'm going to eat
The "surfing" link today will take you to
(Site went down.)
a new short story ezine. I am pretty impressed with the stories there.
Most of them have a sci-fi twist and I recommend the site if you have
some time to kill.