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I just found this awesome thing on Bitchypoo. It's a test to tell you what kind of English you speak.
Your Linguistic Profile: |
| 70% General American English |
| 15% Yankee |
| 10% Dixie |
| 5% Midwestern |
| 0% Upper Midwestern |
Anyway, check it out . See the things you learn about yourself from blogging?
Girlie
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Why sweet Jahova, why do you taunt me with tiny mechanical boxes of man's own designing? Have I not been a decent soul? Why must these so called aids in computing mock me with a gleeful perniciousness? Have I brought pain or dispair to some innocent silicate kin of theirs? Merciful maker bring me peace from these mercurial demons of alloys and plastics.
Take my checkbook and cards of credit, I beg you. Just please deliver unto me a ciphering cube free of malice with a winsome coating of reliability and staunch trustworthiness. Punish me no more! L. Pants
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Well, the computer problem turned out to be a cracked motherboard. Isn't that AWESOME?!? At least we haven't had car problems totalling almost $2,000 US since the first of the year. What? We have? You're joking! You must be, you unfunny bastard!
I guess, silver lining, Sr. Pants has been working a lot longer on this dreck movie than we had anticipated, so at least he's being paid well for his time.
The two of us went laptop shopping yesterday, first at the computer megastore and then at the electronics juggernaut. It's pretty amazing -- laptops are half the price and twice the strength they were two years ago, when we got the laptop we have now. He's dithering between a vaio, a toshiba, and a dell, pretty much, but he's getting really frustrated because every article he reads recommends a different one of the three, for a different reason.
Plus, the computer he had that just broke was a toshiba satellite pro, and he had already replaced the keyboard, the hard drive, and the battery, so he's a little skeptical of the reliability stats for that particular brand. (Of course, the reason the keyboard had to be replaced was because our friend Greg Proops spilled a glass of water on it while we were out of town, so maybe it's to be expected.)
Anyway, whatever he gets, I'm sure it will be lightweight, sexy, and totally breakable, so it's not like the decision has lasting ramifications beyond like two years or so. He's pretty hard on machines.
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So, Sr. Pants' computer is on the goldarned fritz. It's been shutting itself off with none of the usual provocation. We took it into our local PC Guru and will hopefully be getting it back tomorrow. Until then, he's stumbling around like a man with one stumpy arm-- there's like 4 things he needs for his job, car, camera, laptop, and something that's slipped my mind just now but will certainly come back as soon as I post this.
Anyway, it's pretty crappy right now. My sweetheart of an auntie has sent me a gmail invite, but every time I try to open it, it crashes my work computer, which is running Mac OS 9.2 and has like netscape version -.2; less than helpful. Of course, setting up my gmail means I need to come up with a clever, yet not dirty, name to call myself. All the good ones are taken. Sigh.
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Well, though a friend told us on Sunday, we didn't really believe it at the time. Mitch Hedberg is dead, from either a heart attack or a heroin overdose. Way to go out like a rock star, guy.
Mitch was hysterical -- his one liners always cracked us up, and though we tried to quote him at each other, it's impossible to replicate his delivery. "If you are walking down the street with a friend who is a tightrope artist, and he falls down, that is totally unacceptable." "I'm against picketing, but I don't know how to show it."
We only got to see him twice when he came through Austin; but at least we did get to see him. What a loss.
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