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I am strangely disturbed that Norton says I have 141946 files on my computer.

that seems like an awful lot.

Another One Down

There used to be this house.. where these guys played video games all the time. Me and Dawn used to go there a lot...

Bob Baker was shot and killed by the man his mother was divorcing tonight... She and her husband were also shot.



G'night Bob... Tell Dawn I miss her, and don't pick on Jamie.

Anatomy of a Dork's Desk

On the far left, I have an "incoming" bin that I throw everything into and take nothing out of. Just to the right of it, is my Hedera Ivy that I've been trying to get to take off for almost 2 years. The picture on the identifier is so lush and branches out everywhere... mine won't take the bait. In the background, you can see my nifty-keen squirrel feeder that no squirrels eat from. I get to watch a few birds take a kernel or two, but none of them weigh enough to have the wheel turn and drop them on their heads... Where are the squirrels?

Of the other plants I have, two feebly surviving cuts from Buddy, my unbrella plant, and the other is a coleus, I grew from seeds. On my desk is my game folder, where I write random info from games I'm playing. Topping it is a bag of "healthy" kettle chips I got from the local hippie grocery and a collection of empty coca-cola cups from counterbalancing the health of the chips. Behind the chips is a tiny ant-bait I put on my desk to get at those little beeches who keep crawling on me late at night.

I'm starting an Olde Town Coffee Shop paper mug collection, and the tiny BigBoy figure that shashap gave me is guarding it. Under my desk is an old couch cushion to cover the air conditioning vent, and the flaked paint where the air vent has managed to peel away the paint from the 100 year old baseboards. There's my red footwarmer... someday I'll talk about my heater fetish.


OH! And here's the current state of the bathroom:




I should get back to web design now.

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I love picking the buds off the top of my basil... it makes my hands smell like basil and my knees smell like the rosemary that's next to it. I was going to take pictures, but I decided that I'm OBVIOUSLY wasting time instead of working on this @#$%(^*$%@#$#@ webpage. My mind is in a million places.

Grrrrr!

Yes, Windows XP, I am well aware I installed new programs... after all, *I* installed them!

I no longer need to know that I installed them, thank you.



*Grumble grumble* Where is that @#$@#$%@ setting....