people.

I must say, I really do enjoy the company of people who can hold a conversation about somethng that requires any level of thinking.

It's a good thing, I think.

Alternately, there are times when I feel like my brain is trying to escape and run away.

Windows XP

"First, I'd like to inform Philly that the evil computer that thought it could defeat me has fallen victim to me, my trusty screwdriver(s) and the keyboard of justice. Refuse to boot on me?! Take that, over heater!"

Then I got back to the PC and realised that it, once again, didn't boot. Crap. Added to that, I can not find my Memtest disk. It's probably the coolest few kilobytes I burned on an entire 700MB disk. And, for those aware, it was a lightscribe disk. Ugh.

...Got another PC set up on the floor. It's in need of a reinstall, so I do the usual. Pop in the nice CD, instruct it to repair the Windows installation, which is effectively reinstalling Windows, and it begins. It copies the necessary files, and what not, reboots and so forth, lights up the monitor and such, gives me the progress bar and the likes, then begins displaying the virtues of Windows XP. "Stay up to date", it says, "Your computer will be faster and more reliable". Somewhere between the start of this joy, and 10:30 PM, the progress bar and accompanying text informed me that "Setup will complete in approximately: 34 minutes", while it was, allegedly, "Installing Devices".

"Easily move....", "Surfing the Internet...". It's 2:11 AM, and it's still going strong, installing those devices, and finishing in approximately 34 minutes.

Still can't find Memtest, and I have to wake up at 7AM. I have a long day ahead... so long, in fact, that I've had to write down what I have to do. I hope I can chillax in the morning. I do want to enjoy the morning, after the hellacious part of it at least.

my mouse.

It's not right-clicking properly. Oh no. I'd have figured the left click would have died first, considering nearly everything requires a left click... or a double left click, including actions following a right click.

Ah, it'll be completely dead sometime soon. *sniff*

Being queer.

I've noticed that the title of my posts sometimes begin with a capital, and sometimes do not. Sometimes they end in a period, sometimes they don't. That's queer.

What further exemplifies the word 'queer' to me is my interaction with my alleged peers. The things that are considered "important" or "interesting", and, by contrast, those that are considered "shit" by me, are often opposite to what general persons consider so.

Issues, like human interaction and relationships. Most people think that they things that are worth talking about, with regards to relationship and interaction is that he/she is retarded and that he/she should die. Oddly, a simple modification to the conversation could lead to more meaningful discourse. Instead of simply saying that he/she is retarded, why not discuss why?

In a world where the majority would seem more willing to discuss and listen to discussions on the virtues and techniques of farting, as opposed to discussing the reasons behind psychosocial behaviour, I can't help but feel a bit queer.

Where open expression, and truth; logical reasoning and fact are often shelved for unfathomable displays of ignorance; Where more effort would go into creating a fake external appearance, instead of genuine internal worth, I, once again, cannot help but feel a bit queer.

I can imagine a group of people saying "Why are you talking about the meaning of the universe? That's gay!", and moving away to form their own assemblage where they'd sit and talk for hours on end about the new hot pair of shoes that the generic teen idol wore.

It's not that their conversation is less important - recreation is important - but how about a balance? I don't consider a serious conversation one in which people talk about the best soap opera on TV... that's just being queer.