"You know what I blame this on the breakdown of? Society."
As a general rule, I prefer the computer part of my day job to the marketing part; I've never, never been good at sales -- even when verbal communication is not involved -- and, as I discussed with my boss today, I have a shocking aptitude in fixing software and hardware problems without having any clue what the cause of the problem is.
Today, however, I am convinced that Microsoft 2000 is the love child of Saddam Hussein and Harpo Marx. If I had more time, I would tell you why I have had to reinstall the operating system three times onto a single computer today. But I do not have the time. Because I am in the middle of the fourth installation.
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After last night's Fox Block (or whatever very clever name they are now using), I think I may replace "Gilmore Girls" at the top of my favorite shows list with "Arrested Development." There were more great moments in the Sunday's half-hour of "Development" (Howard's voiceover when everyone was yelling, "speech, speech, speech"; Michael's reaction upon meeting the second "Hermano"; George Michael's reaction to being moved to a different room; Buster's bag; Buster's realization about Lucille) than in the last three or four hour-long "Gilmore" episodes, I'm afraid. Also, I have a happy place in my heart for TV shows where small-time celebrities play themselves parodistically in recurring roles (e.g. Chuck Mangione in "King of the Hill"; compare/contrast with "The Simpsons" poor recent use of stars).
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
