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How compatible with me are YOU?

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Computers, it must be said, smell terrific right out of the box. It's that rich, soft fragrance of treated plastic, fresh metal and chemical residue. For some people, there's nothing better on earth than lugging home a new piece of kit, slicing open the taped seals with an orange box-cutter, and sliding that baby out, cradled gently in a Styrofoam cage and swaddled in anti-static bags. There's the intrinsic joy involved in carefully unwrapping each component, unlooping various metres of cable and setting it all up just right. Just look at it. It looks so new and amazing, so unique. It's as though you're the only person in the world, right at that time, possessing that exact piece of equipment. It's not a mass-produced device, consumed by the unwashed crowds like a toaster or one of those ridiculous hair-curling devices, but a unique and beautiful snowflake, completely yours.

For some, though, the fantasy stops right there. For others it doesn't even start. The latter group will use the mouse as a walkie-talkie ("Hello computer? Hello?") and wonder why they can't water the pot plants that they keep perched on top of the monitor without the screen going on the fritz. Sometimes they ask "Has it got the internet in it?" A select few are too deficient to even work out how to plug it in, even though everything is colour coded and the instructions are quite straightforward.

Living, as we do, in the year 2003 A.D. and not knowing how to use a computer is akin, I would imagine, to living in 10,000 B.C. and not knowing how to use a rock*. But some people still choose to live their lives at a profoundly advanced level of computational witlessness, and that's where the Desktop Support people come in. It's remedial learning time for the techno-dolts. I call them Computo-Stupids.

Computo-Stupids can be quite pugnacious when it comes to admitting exactly how insensate they really are. But it's not our job to be judgemental of Computo-Stupids. After all, their limited faculties must be put to use doing other things, such as "food getting", "doing sleep" and "toilet having". Also they like to grunt. A lot.

The Computo-Stupids need your help. Are you up to the challenge?

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*sigh*

On a lighter note, I'm hoping to go firetwirling with laithorn tonight at 7pm, or tomorrow at 6pm. Something to look forward to.

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this is my way to live

What about yours?

made by rav-chan

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Last night was fairly interesting, and quite a lot of fun.

Started off by heading to vulpy's so that I could get some milk, and give her a lift to the shops. laithorn joined us for the shopping trip, and we attracted loads of attention in Marrickville Metro.

I would have thought that people there would be more used to seeing a bunch of goths.

( The rest of the weekendCollapse )

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Theres only one minor issue with having a sleep cycle that is drasticaly different from most of the people I know. my going out and having fun time is somewhere between 10pm and 6am, and nobody is awake.

I spent the first part of my evening at the ROCKHAUS party, met a whole bunch of new people. Most of them were fairly interesting, other were just drunk.

The party wound down pretty early, and at 2am ended completely, though some of us did head off to Shakespeares in Newtown for some pies. We hung out there and chatted until about 3am, when certifiedwaif and I, being the last people to leave, headed into the city.

It was about then that I became bored, and without stuff to do, it's now 4:52am, and I'm still bored, and so not in the mood for sleeping.

I need to find other people like me. people who don't go bed early.

I'd go to bed now except I'm not tired in the slightest.

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In an attempt to get myself into a slightly more active mood, I've taken all the electro/industrial from my jukebox and shoved it into a whopping great winamp playlist. In doing so, I've found a number of songs that I used to dance to when I used to club at Armoury.

The song I'm currently listening to is one of those.

I'm still desperately seeking 'Duracell' by 'Zero Defects', but I spoke to decker last night, and he mentioned he had heard this song in Danielle's car.

If anyone has a copy of this song (Duracell) on a CD they no longer want, please come and talk to me, I would like to buy a copy. As far as I am aware it was only released on compilations.

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If only Oporto was open at this time of day I'd jump in the car and go over.
I'm _SO_ hungry.

Only place open at *checks clock* 4:46am would be maccas, and I'm not going to stoop quite that low.

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If anyone has a copy of 'Duracell' by 'Zero Defects', I'm trying to obtain a copy (MP3/OGG is fine).