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Well this is good; I've got a long cable for the speakers for what will eventually be known as the music collective... I've decided to go on a mission to acquire as many oggs as possible before download limits come in.
Although I'm not going to bother converting all the mp3's over to vorbis... for the purely technical reason that its not worthwhile, sound quality-wise.
But enough of this idle chitter-chatter! The important thing is that I now have a rearranged room. My father mentioned something about my inheritance of the habit of constantly moving furniture from my mother. I'm not sure how moving what comprises basically a couch and two chairs once in 18 months classes as 'constantly'--but there that's just parental allusions for you. My take on that is that what comprises for logic in my father's mind is approximately equivalent to "Phillip Glass presents Interior Decorating" or similar.
I went to trivia tonight, and our team came fourth; although I think tonight everyone had more fun than usual; so considering we roped it in at 4th; it was a comfortable yet respectable position to be in.
Driving to Mark's today after work I had an experience whilst being tickled during the act of driving the car, I became frustrated due to wanting to run the car into other cars, so I wiggled the steering wheel left and right violently in short movements.... unbeknownst to me, at the time the car I was in happened to be passing a police car moving in the opposite direction.
Thus did all panic stations break loose and unnatural states of mind did descend upon the occupants of our vehicle. It was quite fun; considering that nobody got into trouble and I didn't manage to run the car into anything of importance.
Besides that cupboard in the garage; I hope the doors still work on it. *heh*
Hopefully at some point in the near future I will have the time to restore deflexion.org to its former state of glory and offer user accounts across the board again; especially since LinuxWebHost aren't actually going to terminate their web mail thing.
Which demonstrated quite convincingly the power of positive whinging (tardinha:).
Although I'm not going to bother converting all the mp3's over to vorbis... for the purely technical reason that its not worthwhile, sound quality-wise.
But enough of this idle chitter-chatter! The important thing is that I now have a rearranged room. My father mentioned something about my inheritance of the habit of constantly moving furniture from my mother. I'm not sure how moving what comprises basically a couch and two chairs once in 18 months classes as 'constantly'--but there that's just parental allusions for you. My take on that is that what comprises for logic in my father's mind is approximately equivalent to "Phillip Glass presents Interior Decorating" or similar.
I went to trivia tonight, and our team came fourth; although I think tonight everyone had more fun than usual; so considering we roped it in at 4th; it was a comfortable yet respectable position to be in.
Driving to Mark's today after work I had an experience whilst being tickled during the act of driving the car, I became frustrated due to wanting to run the car into other cars, so I wiggled the steering wheel left and right violently in short movements.... unbeknownst to me, at the time the car I was in happened to be passing a police car moving in the opposite direction.
Thus did all panic stations break loose and unnatural states of mind did descend upon the occupants of our vehicle. It was quite fun; considering that nobody got into trouble and I didn't manage to run the car into anything of importance.
Besides that cupboard in the garage; I hope the doors still work on it. *heh*
Hopefully at some point in the near future I will have the time to restore deflexion.org to its former state of glory and offer user accounts across the board again; especially since LinuxWebHost aren't actually going to terminate their web mail thing.
Which demonstrated quite convincingly the power of positive whinging (tardinha:).
