31.3.06
When in Doubt...
...pick the sure winner. Rene Barbier Cabernet Sauvignon 2001.
The wireless is working flawlessly, too. A good week? Yes.
The wireless is working flawlessly, too. A good week? Yes.
30.3.06
Of Waves and Wires
We have the network. Wired, for the moment. I have yet to test the wireless, since the first time I used this (USR 8054) router, it didn't shine, and I wanted to keep myself in a good mood.
Oh, yeah, I'm in a good mood. Yummy pills.
Oh, yeah, I'm in a good mood. Yummy pills.
29.3.06
Evolution
Is it possible to instinctively know what the right way to use a computer is? Because I'm having a difficulty explaining how I do some things...
28.3.06
Of the Yellow Sun and a Non-Purple Sky
I've been listening... Thinking, I mean. I need a straw.
Too Much Milk
M97Kt7lR8z is a password. Just by glimpsing it one can discern that it is of a disposable kind.
26.3.06
Put a Spin on It
What makes you spin, yet holds you up with iron claws? Sunk into the flesh, ripping it back every time it starts to fall... Pure as the virgin snow, giving joy to all the senses... Plain wrong.
fORGOT
iNVERTED. dROWNED IN THE RED FLUID. sPACE AND TIME FLY INTO THE GREEN LEAVES, WHERE PERSUASION IS IMMINENT. dOWN, DOWN IT WENT, ON vENT IT WAS DECIDED. iN IRRITATION BORN, THROUGH THE WEB AND SPEED IT PASSED. aND WAS LOST. tWICE.
24.3.06
In Three Hours
This wasn't a child's dream. This definitely wasn't a child's dream. And an unsettling one, at that.
23.3.06
White and Minty
I had a crash coming today. That I saw it coming was scary enough, but how quickly I bounced back from it was even scarier. All because of (thanks to, I should say) my new, tasty white pills. Wee.
22.3.06
Go
Tomorrow is Thursday... Already, I thought. Cool, I thought. Then I realized I was looking forward to the passage of time.
21.3.06
A Hm Moment
Got me thinking, this song...
20.3.06
The Coming of Spring
Equinox today. Shall be celebrating it, I've even shaved. A friend suggested a light and fruity wine, and I just happen to have one that fits the description...
19.3.06
Wine of the Weekend
A Croatian one, this time... Plavac Bol 2004, from the southern slopes of the sunny island of Brac. A nice wine.
18.3.06
Behind
My dreams are dreams of a child.
16.3.06
Fleeting
There's a problem with not being able to write one's thoughts down when one gets them... One tends to forget them.
14.3.06
Back to the White
Prozac!
13.3.06
A Nap that Didn't Fail
Three hours. Turned out to be pretty refreshing. Hm...
12.3.06
Alter My Mind
Also in the news... I think it's time for new pills.
Why Don't I
Because I'm lazy. Because I'm incompetent. Because I'm stupid. That's why.
11.3.06
If Not a Night...
Socialising felt un-natural...
10.3.06
In Vino...
It's a Fortant Syrah 2002 night.
9.3.06
Paper News
A 16-year-old kid, straight A student, heavy metal fan, killed himself by jumping off a very tall building. Everyone around him was surprised, since he didn't have any problems at school or with love life (which he didn't have). Makes me wonder, how stupid can people get?
8.3.06
From the Phone, Too
Or not. I suppose I have to figure out how to do it in Opers Mini...
7.3.06
Music Bad
Music distracts my my mind. That is bad, I'm told. Why anyone would think that letting my mind run undistracted is good is beyond me, but there is.
5.3.06
I got what I wanted. Didn't I?
I was told, in so many words, that it's hopeless.
Pointless. Of no use.
That was what I wanted. That was what I went to get. Wasn't it? WASN'T IT??!!
And I kept telling myself that I didn't hope. Ha. A lie if I ever saw one.
The first step is getting up...
I was told, in so many words, that it's hopeless.
Pointless. Of no use.
That was what I wanted. That was what I went to get. Wasn't it? WASN'T IT??!!
And I kept telling myself that I didn't hope. Ha. A lie if I ever saw one.
The first step is getting up...
4.3.06
A Poet...
Here's another poem, Through the Smoke I See, the one that'll be published in Songs of Honour, an edition by the Noble House Publishers.
Sleep is what I have
When the night comes
And the juices flow
There's always a beginning
Down is not the way
One, one, two, four
Please, don't take me seriously as an internationally acclaimed poet... Hihi...
Back to the wine now.
Sleep is what I have
When the night comes
And the juices flow
There's always a beginning
Down is not the way
One, one, two, four
Please, don't take me seriously as an internationally acclaimed poet... Hihi...
Back to the wine now.
Waste, Waste, Waste
Since I've wasted a perfectly good Friday, the wine evening is to be tonight. Portugese this time.
2.3.06
A Word
All I need to do is say, and the path will open. Only that. Oh, only, only that...
1.3.06
There and Back
Up... Down... Up... Down... I think I should consider using (not abusing) a pink pill.
