Sometime yesterday I began to regret the fact that I didn’t shell out the extra hundred dollars to get my new computer shipped faster.
As it stands, the earliest I’ll get it is Wednesday, but more likely I won’t get it until Thursday. Worst case scenario is Friday, as that would mean not getting my hands on it until Monday…assuming that the “Who cares?” attitude of the office staff doesn’t lead to someone else walking off with it.
Of course, once I do get it, the first several hours spent messing around with it will just be irritating anyway, as it’ll take a lot of bother to get files transferred over, set things up the way I want them, and get rid of all of the useless crap that Dell will have preinstalled on it.
Still, it’ll be nice to have a new, more up-to-date system, as my current system, at a positively ancient two years old, is definitely starting to show its age…
My three days of work seemed especially long this time around. Saturday was kind of annoying, as illnesses and vacations meant that for most of the day there were only two of us working the desk, though by the second half of the day Scott was feeling better and came in.
We got lucky, though, as despite being short-handed it was a very uneventful day.
So far today has also been uneventful.
I absent-mindedly reset my alarm yesterday morning rather than turning it off, so I had a brief moment of panic this morning when my alarm went off at 4:15 and I thought about how I just really couldn’t bear to put in another day at work before realizing that I didn’t have to because it was Monday and I had just absent-mindedly reset the alarm yesterday morning.
From that point I slept until my mother called at 9:30.
After I got off the phone I just sort of sat around for a while and tried to decide whether or not I was going to go grocery shopping today. I decided that I wasn’t, but that I still needed to get around to putting in the new decal in my car window that shows that I’ve paid my property tax.
That took a lot less effort than I anticipated, as apparently I’d been bright enough to not affix the old one too securely, so after I finished that I went for a walk, as it was a very sunny, if somewhat cool, autumn day.
While I was walking I had left my computer downloading a bootleg copy of the movie “Domino,” which is very loosely based on the life of the late Domino Harvey, a model (supposedly, at least) turned bounty hunter.
While movie piracy may be wrong, I have to say that I’m glad I didn’t spend any money to see this movie, as the investment of time spent watching it was itself too expensive.
As you may have guessed, I didn’t enjoy the movie.
It consisted primarily of washed-out colors, too-fast camera pans, and series of tenuously connected events tied together in a convoluted fashion so as to simulate having a plot.
The only redeeming value the movie had is that Keira Knightley, thin and small-breasted though she may be, is extremely cute, and perhaps if we had ever gotten any sort of lingering shots of her, that extreme cuteness might have gone a little ways towards making the movie bearable.
However, moviemakers haven’t given us a lingering shot of anything since the launch of MTV in 1981.
At least the moviemakers who try to be stylish, as, apparently, making sure that your audience has no clue what the fuck is going on equals being stylish.
Anyway, the movie was pretty much a complete waste of time.
And that was more or less my day.
A long time ago I had a dream that Brian had killed a friend of mine. When I confronted him about this, he ended up giving me a severe beating. Though I couldn’t prove that he’d killed my friend, the assault on me did at least lead to him using his job…at which point everyone at work got mad at me for getting Brian fired.
Waking up from the dream, I found myself, quite irrationally, being totally pissed at Brian, even hours later. As it turns out, Brian came in late to work that day, which was just as well, as it gave me time to become more fully rational and recognize that I had no reason to be angry at him.
Over the weekend I found myself waking up in the middle of the night pissed off at my friend Kevin.
Why? Because he doesn’t have a younger sister.
I promise; that statement will make sense (sort of) in just a second.
Basically, Saturday night I’d had a dream, the details of which are hazy, in which Kevin had a very cute, smart, and charmingly quirky younger sister who totally had the hots for me, and after years of lusting after me in silence she finally made her move, and a very aggressive move at that.
Somewhere along the line I awoke from the dream, still flush with the promise of a new romance before reality set back in and I realized that no such sister exists.
Stupid Kevin, not having a cute, smart, charmingly quirky younger sister…
Many Happy Returns Dept.
On the topic of movies, for nearly as long as I’ve been making use of the Internet, IMBb, the Internet Movie Database, has been an invaluable resource to me, preventing many sleepless nights that might otherwise have consisted of me trying to figure out who “that guy in that one movie” was, nights in which, after finally falling asleep I would be jolted awake by my subconscious finally sussing out that it was Miles O’Keefe (or someone even more obscure)
In any case, the IMDb is 15 years old today.
Sure, I have my problems with the IMDb: the ads are irritating, search results often bury the relevant items, and of course, as I’ve mentioned before, the message boards have consumed countless hours of my life.
But despite these annoyances, I know it will always be there for me to help me get to sleep at night, and to resolve those inevitable disputes about who starred in what. I often consider making it my browser’s default home page because I visit it so often.
So happy birthday, IMDb! Here’s hoping you’ll be around to help me get to sleep for years to come.
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