My life: a lot of potential and very little realization.
Very few posts on this blog, as well. But you might find some entertaining stuff if you go back a few years in the archives.
If I wanted to create a website for nazi pedophiles, in which country should I host it?
I’ll soon have lived here for a year, and I only just remembered that my downloads would go faster if I turned off the DSL modem’s TV reception at the same time as I turn off the TV set.
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Popularity contest (that’s insane — I hate MySpace, but it’s irresistible).
Finally some good news: Lustucru has added coquillettes to its lineup of wholewheat pasta. Yay! Now if only I had some butter — but I don’t want to buy any, because most of it would invariably end up in the garbage can, unused.
Like an adrenaline shot into the heart — now I don’t know whether to take advantage of its beating again (but to do what? be creative? do I know how?) or wait for it to flatline again.
Dark, desaturated photography, post-apocalyptic location, a black SUV turns into a giant tarantula with menacing mechanical noises. Isn’t that just a bit creepy for a TV commercial?
I can’t believe I accidentally checked out Google Images for “mygale” when I meant to look for the English translation. Eep! (So I stopped searching and went with “tarantula” instead.)
Do you ever have the urge to punch some stranger in the face as you’re passing them on the street, at random, just to see what it’s like? And the urge to press your hand down on a hot pan? Do you get that, too?
How are you supposed to eat ramen without projecting the soup onto the computer screen? (Not eating in front of the computer is obviously not an option.)
How many business days can it take for my bank to process a money transfer? Are they writing it by quill in triplicate and checking balances by way of carrier pigeon?
There you go, let the armor down for two minutes and you end up repainting your blog in dark gray. No contest, I was better off convincing myself I had a heart of stone. Let’s get back to that.
Good thing, by the way, I can’t afford to redecorate my flat with every mood swing.
In progress. Don’t know when I’ll be inspired enough to finish it, but I feel an urgent need to switch to light on dark gray.
The future previous version, for posterity (and in very crappy JPEG, I’ll have to think of editing the settings in my PHP someday):
[+16h] Okay, I’m totally uninspired, but I wanted it to be gray, and it’s not gonna get any grayer than that.
I should have bought half a dozen of those big red plastic Ikea cups. They’re so perfect for microwaving my 90-cent noodle packs, but I’ve only got two of them and that means I need to was the dishes every other day. And I can’t find them on the Ikea website, so maybe they don’t even exist anymore.
I wonder what happened in my supermarket — the toilet paper aisle has been completely empty for three days (and it’s bad timing, because I’ve got a cold — and I said a cold, not the runs).
What is vanilla Special K like? I only saw it mentioned on TV.
Why is it that whenever MySpace blocks a widget site it’s the revolution all over again and blogs write about it, but there’s still no public protest for the leader gay chat in France censoring any message that contains “gayattitude” — and lying about it?
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