Dear Video Card,

We've had some really great times together. I remember when I booted up the computer for the first time after you were installed, and you could run MCF:Return to Ravenhurst with nary a problem. It was a joy of joys! My last computer kept crashing with it. The sound finally matched the actors' actions!

But now...now. What have I done to you that you don't want to work anymore? Ok, so maybe I was working you really hard with the tons of games that I downloaded. But you can handle it! I believe in you! I mean, you had to do this during the holiday season and not say, tax time when I would get a refund? Seriously? I didn't think that awful "Doors to the Mind" game was that bad. Ok, maybe it was, but blame the writers! Don't just give up! It only sapped a smidgen of will to live.

*Sigh*...it's been a good run, I guess. I'm sorry...I have to get a newer, shinier model, and possibly two for the crossfire stuff. I do play KeyQuest, after all, and while you've been cooperative through it, I just can't take the lag anymore.

It's been good *sniff*.

Sincerely,
Me

This isn't cute anymore.

You sleep, and sleep, and sleep. And it's annoying. What happens when we live together, if we ever do? Seriously.

And I'm so stressed, she's back, playing her stupid games. I try to let go of her, and she comes back. Death Wish.

But honestly, do you need to sleep 12, 14 hours?

GAH.

Dear Spamaholics,

Forklifts? Really? Do you honestly think that that's a hot seller? And now you've gone from just forklifts to "great forklifts".

Dudes, people rarely buy shit from a spam email. I imagine that there's even less of a market for forklifts than there would be for foreclosures, long pointy genitalia enlargement pills, and nursing degrees.

Seriously? Forklifts?

*sigh* Humans are so fucked.

Sincerely,
Me

PS - Sporklift sounds cooler.

What did I get myself into?

I don't know if this will go on much longer. I mean, I'm pretty opinionated, but in such a way that involves human compassion and stuff.

I don't know about this. I really don't...oh, well, just for now, I'll tell myself.

This is very, very silly:

Totally obsessed with this song/artist:


This is so full of awesome. Even if you don't understand German, the music is fucking cool.

A funny and cute short film:

Les Dangereux from RedForty on Vimeo.

Neat little film:

Electropolis from Kevin McCullough on Vimeo.

This is pretty funny...MetaNews:

Skhizein (Jérémy Clapin,2008) from Bertie on Vimeo.

Here's a funny video. Couldn't put it on the blog, the code got screwed up. But it's really funny.

A terrifying display of contortionism:

More Muppet Fun:

Cookie Monster vs Ragga Twins


Death Elmo Metal


Bert & Ernie Gansta Rap

I can see you as a father, as a husband, as a lover.

Just when I decided to give up on that. A hearty "fuck you" to dating, marriage, that shit. A nice thing that invariably I'll lose or fuck up, so it makes no sense to have one. Live my life with as much fun as possible. Move to Chicago.

But then...I make myself think of reality. You have no job. You don't support yourself, really. I can't help liking you; we're alike in some really, really good ways. But I don't know, because of reality. I don't want this to turn into some horrible thing. When/If it ends, I want it to be nicely. I don't want it to end, but it's one of those things...life is always changing, and nothing lasts forever. Because of this, I really don't want to set my life up around you or the expectation of spending time with you. It's really nice and all, but I can't bet on the future. Half of me wants to call you up and say, "Well, it's been nice and all, and thank you for the attention, but we should go our separate ways before it gets serious and harder to break up", and the other half wants to suggest marriage. I hate feeling this conflicted over something so stupid. "Self," I say, "it's only been about three months. Too soon for serious. Eventually you'll run away anyway, or he will, and then you'll be back square one again." I try to keep reminding myself that this is just for now because the future is uncertain and to not think about the future right now. Things happen, life happens, shit happens, and then you start all over again.

Although it did amuse me - "How long have you been dating him?" "Oh, about 2 and a half months." "Oh, so for awhile then?" Awhile? Hell, for me that's just barely.