This is damned inconvenient.  I mean, she’s the one that’s obligated to make these hourly confessions, condemning me to minute snatches of time where I might be able to do something useful on this infernal machine but end up being wholly disconnected and eventually give up the effort.  And it’s not as if anything meaningful can really transpire here anyway.  The lenses through which you see me and with which I attempt to reveal myself are thickened and darkened so that what I am is entirely hidden by the fantastic dance of electrons and silicon switches.  Even the text you read is not mine.  What living human being would willingly choose such horrid and lifeless letters as appears here.  Every one with the boring sameness of a machine and not a single one with any personality.  I wonder how anyone could stand to deal continuously with such a medium.  God only knows that the repetition and lifelessness inherent in this medium weighs on my soul every time I must write one of my academic papers or respond to some banal email.  But here I am nonetheless, because I love peace nearly as much as I love my wife, and because the light in her eyes when I told her I would post in her place was too brilliant for me to stand to stuff it out again in petulant and selfish recalcitrance.  So here it is, now 15 minutes late according to the little clock in the corner of the screen.  My minor confession, and my revelation in the traditional sense of the word.  Take it as you will..

You ever find yourself typing without looking...then you look to see what you’ve typed but your fingers were in the wrong place on the keyboard?

U si rgat akk rge rune...abs qgar ayxja ua rgar tiy sib;r jbiw tiy sus ur ybruk ur’a rii karw. L*

I need a hair cut.  Back in May when I went to my hometown for a visit on my birthday I got a snazzy new short cut.  I’ve gotten it trimmed once since then, but I think I need to get it done again.  Actually - I think I want to get it cut a little shorter than what it was cut before.  Mac posted a pic of her new ‘do and I am so coveting something short and cute like that.  I almost want sort of a pixie cut.  My husband would hate it I am sure, but I don’t know.  Also - I wonder if it would look ok. I am not a slender girl and my face - well - it’s wicked round.  I don’t know if it would even look good that short.  But I definitely needs a haircut - even if it’s a trim.  It’s just so long now that it just does nothing and I’m always putting it back behind my ears - or up with bobby pins.  Oh. What’s a girl to do?

Us project-bloggers have got a chat room on AOL Instant Messenger going on since we started. It’s a trip. I asked everyone for a one-liner they wanted me to post. Here’s what I got:

weezer girl: poop
dudyabushfor04: up your ass with mobile gas
PerupersonXRT: it’s not empty until you fill it
thirteenth st xx: I’ve got nothing
dimmdangelstar: take a stand - stop violence against women
ubiestluka: don’t touch me there. touch me here. oooh. i like that. that’s good :)
GreekGoddessJen: ok someone start translating in Greek cause I’m gonna turn blonde !!!!

oh dear. it’s time to post again. I got behind for a bit. The Mr Q&™; borrowed the computer for a bit. Then he wanted to install a program. That’s when we found out we’re nearly out of disk space. I know i need to get rid of shit, but there’s just so much to get rid of. Where do I start?  I’ve already pulled of a massive amount of digital pics and soon I am gonna have to make short work of the 2.88 GB of music files.  I think I will burn them alphabetically.  First though I am gonna look at files that I can just delete. I’ve got lots of stuff that is literally taking up space.

I’ve been giving her Chai tea for months...I thought my secret plan to assassinate Luka was doomed to fail. But, I guess I was wrong.

MUAH HA HA Ha Ha ha ha…

Anyway, now I get to play with her blog...maybe I could make everything orange? Hmmm...this Expression Engine control panel is pretty good. I wonder what this button does? Hmmm...I don’t like this. That’s better.

Oooo...so many buttons!!!

The deadly two month old Chai finally killed me.  It’s not a very flattering death picture - but I can’t be beautiful ALL the time I tried to take the picture myself. But that didn’t work - since as a ghost I’ve got no hands.  I had to enlist help. Turned out ok. I am LukaGhost!

I just found this on AND’s homepage.

There’s a kick-ass MP3 in this ZIP file: ftp://ftp.scene.org/pub/parties/2001/paradox01/demo/604_rv04.zip&id=206570

Let’s see. I’ve been blogging since 8a.  6, SIX, hours already! :) Wow. Time flies when you’re having fun ;)

The Mr Q&0153; and I got some powdered Gatorade at the store on Wednesday.  It’s not so good. It doesn’t bad really, just..well...like reconstituted Gatorade.  I don’t care for it so much. I think I’ll just stick to the regular stuff from now on.

Yesterday I called our apartment complex to ask why the pool right outside my door my closed.  They notify us like 50 zillion times about the parking lot resurfacing that’s not even going to affect me, but they don’t tell me ONCE why my pool is closed. So I called and asked and apparently they’re painting. Of course, I’ve never seen anyone out there doing anything so I think that’s fishy.  the guy even got a little snippy with me at the end of the call.  What a fucker. I wonder if he was the bald one.