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14 de Abril, 2007
Virtually Clean
Categorized under Blogando | Tags: My Life
I NEED to take a day just to clean out and organize the rapidly growing stacks of virtual folders on my computer. I'm actually surprisingly organized on my computer. Folders, subfolders, customized icons (because my mind remembers visuals better than anything else) and logical systems for everything I store. Unfortunately, I end up slowly accumulating stray files and images on my (2) desktop(s) anyway. Then I'll get sick of looking at it, and create a "junk on my desktop" folder and just sweep everything into that. Then I'll forget to sort it. Then, I'll build up junk on my desktop again.
By now, I have about four or five of those folders. It's like having a spare room (or four) that you use only to throw stuff in that you don't want to look at anymore. So, yeah. One of these days I have to spend a day cleaning all that up. I think that day is going to roll around in about...two years.
On another note, CNN just reported that the "Emo" genre produced some of the worst music known to humankind. Wait, that wasn't CNN. That was me.
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Comentarios (8)
Sylvia dijo:
I will never understand the pain of an emo band member until he is adopted and raised by Brangelina. Only then will I understand the purpose of emo.
Palabras por Sylvia spat forth on el 14 de Abril, 2007 at 07:02 PM
nezua limón xolagrafik-jonez dijo:
that human impulse to make some kind of orderly sense of Emo.
Palabras por nezua limón xolagrafik-jonez spat forth on el 14 de Abril, 2007 at 07:06 PM
Sylvia dijo:
Wait until Zahara grows up and starts singing. You will know pain, my friend!
Palabras por Sylvia spat forth on el 14 de Abril, 2007 at 07:07 PM
nezua limón xolagrafik-jonez dijo:
perhaps my tastes will have unexpectedly fermented at just the right time and i will find myself one of her biggest fans? i mean...we have a man with macaroni brains as our president! so...anything can happen, grasshoppa.
Palabras por nezua limón xolagrafik-jonez spat forth on el 14 de Abril, 2007 at 07:13 PM
Sylvia dijo:
*gazes into her crystal ball*
I see a slim chestnut brown woman with a 'frohawk and a single tattoo on her left shoulder. She approaches the stage wearing heavy green eyeliner and a fake nose piercing. The audience is cheering wildly; she raises a heavily ringed hand. They fall silent. She picks up her guitar and sits on a stool, and rips into the opening bars of "My Mama Adopted My Fiance." Lighters speckle the pit; open weeping from the crowd fills the stadium. ;)
Palabras por Sylvia spat forth on el 14 de Abril, 2007 at 07:18 PM
nezua limón xolagrafik-jonez dijo:
this is worrisome.
Palabras por nezua limón xolagrafik-jonez spat forth on el 14 de Abril, 2007 at 07:22 PM
Sylvia dijo:
You know you can't wait for her debut! God bless America!
(You can preempt said album by cleaning your computer files and writing that earth shattering report that emo? Isn't so great. Venn diagrams are a hit these days for such projects. Though I'd bet you'd do better with a pie chart.)
Palabras por Sylvia spat forth on el 14 de Abril, 2007 at 07:27 PM
Blackamazon dijo:
I saw 3d topography maps . Oddly enough I just did that clear my desktop rename stuff.
Can I say emo is I think teh official soundtrack of spoiled children world wide
Palabras por Blackamazon spat forth on el 15 de Abril, 2007 at 03:28 PM