Nov. 23rd, 2007

joreth: (Default)
I just recieved the disc "Fraggle Rock:  Doin' The Things That Doozers Do" from Netflix.  I have it on in the background.  This particular episode was about making exclusive clubs.  Even Doc, the human, and his dog made a club.  I think it started out being the dog's club, then Doc sort of took over and micromanged, and eventually the dog kicked him out.   I just happened to look up as Doc said:

"It just goes to show that if you try to control something too much, you soon end up with nothing to control!  We should include members, not exclude them!"

Whoda thunk ... rules to live by from Fraggle Rock!
 
joreth: (Silent Bob Headbang)

Oh my freaking god!  I've been waiting for this my whole reading life!  I've tried to turn my various laptops and tablets into this.  Finally, someone made a dedicated machine for reading books!!!

A handheld device the same size as a paperback that stores something like 200 books in its memory, allows you to buy and download new books for the cost of a regular book (or cheaper), email yourself personal documents (for a "small charge"), and read all major newspapers with no connection services!

I have to get this!  It's going right to the top of my wishlist!


http://amazon.com/gp/product/B000FI73MA/ref=amb_link_5892762_2/104-6772166-7383903?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&pf_rd_s=center-1&pf_rd_r=153Y40BB4YQC5D8K49MG&pf_rd_t=101&pf_rd_p=333267901&pf_rd_i=507846

*Sigh*

Nov. 23rd, 2007 11:11 pm
joreth: (Dobert Demons of Stupidity)

=====justicepal wrote=====
why you had to write so much
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=====Joreth wrote=====
Because I am a complex, multi-dimensional human being. Why do you write so little?
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joreth: (Dobert Demons of Stupidity)
OK, maybe not, but the asshole who commented in one of my last entries (http://joreth.livejournal.com/52718.html), TrafficGuy on OKC posted yet ANOTHER comment in the following entry where I bitch about people wasting time on people they don't like. 

So, apparently this asshat is just sitting at home on his computer all day, waiting for me to make a journal entry, which he won't like, so he can comment on it.  Oh, and not only is he commenting in my journal, but he's making journal entries of his own comments!  One of his "friends" even left a comment in his profile and referred to him as the "stalkiest of the stalkers".  The entries aren't even more than a few hours old before he's the first one to jump in and comment.

I feel all warm and fuzzy knowing that there is someone out there who is eagerly anticipating my every journal entry, devouring my every word and taking the time and energy to let me know that he's there by commenting on every single entry I post.  Or something.

Fer chrissakes people, get a fucking life!   Y'know, that thing that happens outside while you're reading the journals of people you don't like?

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