Wednesday, March 31, 2004
Tuesday, March 30, 2004
EPICOPALOOZA
Journal Entry Number 45...
June 31st, 2004
I'm sad to report that EPISCOPALOOZA! has been cancelled for this month, mostly due to lack of inspiration and a story to improvise.
Plus Matt got mad that I could spend time writing diary entries rather than writing a script for him.
(I promise I'm going to at least try to make this movie happen. It's too far along now and I've told too many people about it. I can't let myself down.)
Oh well diary, maybe some other time.
June 31st, 2004
I'm sad to report that EPISCOPALOOZA! has been cancelled for this month, mostly due to lack of inspiration and a story to improvise.
Plus Matt got mad that I could spend time writing diary entries rather than writing a script for him.
(I promise I'm going to at least try to make this movie happen. It's too far along now and I've told too many people about it. I can't let myself down.)
Oh well diary, maybe some other time.
Are You The Walrus?
Ok well I had a pretty good homosexuality litmus test today and I'm proud to report that HGTV makes me want to vomit.
I came home this afternoon and my mom was home and had HGTV on. Come on, honestly, how can someone watch 24 hrs. of that stuff. It was literally the same exact shows on, just different people. EVERY SINGLE SHOW WAS MAKING OVER SOMEONE'S HOUSE! After only an hour it was enough to drive me insane. I realized that if I am gay, I don't like interior decorating. Nor do I like fake shows with fake people about interior decorating.
Today was one of those bi-semesterly events that I dread. It was SA election day at MSU. Basically the whole plan for the day is to figure out a route across campus to my other classes in which I can totally avoid any contact with people handing out flyers or stickers. I have done this for 4 years now. "Did you vote today?" "Please vote for Becky Sue Loser, Class Secretary" "Will you wear this sticker for some guy who is in a fraternity and is able to spend the most money in his campaign so that he has a big sign that takes 4 people to carry?" (and my favortie) "Will you pet Joe Candidate's dog right here dressed up in a shirt that says to vote for him?"
My goodness.
I was afraid to go to the restroom at one point, b/c I had a mental picture of a guy with a candidate's name magic-markered on his weenie and would flash everyone in the room. Okay, I think I put a little too much thought into it.
The only truly interesting yet totally lame thing I've seen was 2 years ago, someone put signs on little RC cars and drove them around. Still sad. If you never get to go to college and have this experience, you are blessed. Still, it's kinda fun to plan your walking path in order to avoid people.
This afternoon my mom asked me to help her take the garbage down to the road so it can be picked up tomorrow. Well, I slipped on my sandals and walked out the door. As I was walking out, drops of rain started falling, then harder, then as I got halfway down the hill, it came a downpour. Totally and absolutely hard rain. I tried to run, but my sandals were slippery so I could only just kind of limply hop. After a little while the rain stopped. Totally. I thought to myself: "why couldn't she have asked me (literally) 2 minutes earlier? I would have been dry. Or even waited 30 minutes, I would still be dry." But no, it just had to be at that time that I would be outside. Sigh.
Oh come on, be honest. Be, be, be honest.
I came home this afternoon and my mom was home and had HGTV on. Come on, honestly, how can someone watch 24 hrs. of that stuff. It was literally the same exact shows on, just different people. EVERY SINGLE SHOW WAS MAKING OVER SOMEONE'S HOUSE! After only an hour it was enough to drive me insane. I realized that if I am gay, I don't like interior decorating. Nor do I like fake shows with fake people about interior decorating.
Today was one of those bi-semesterly events that I dread. It was SA election day at MSU. Basically the whole plan for the day is to figure out a route across campus to my other classes in which I can totally avoid any contact with people handing out flyers or stickers. I have done this for 4 years now. "Did you vote today?" "Please vote for Becky Sue Loser, Class Secretary" "Will you wear this sticker for some guy who is in a fraternity and is able to spend the most money in his campaign so that he has a big sign that takes 4 people to carry?" (and my favortie) "Will you pet Joe Candidate's dog right here dressed up in a shirt that says to vote for him?"
My goodness.
I was afraid to go to the restroom at one point, b/c I had a mental picture of a guy with a candidate's name magic-markered on his weenie and would flash everyone in the room. Okay, I think I put a little too much thought into it.
The only truly interesting yet totally lame thing I've seen was 2 years ago, someone put signs on little RC cars and drove them around. Still sad. If you never get to go to college and have this experience, you are blessed. Still, it's kinda fun to plan your walking path in order to avoid people.
This afternoon my mom asked me to help her take the garbage down to the road so it can be picked up tomorrow. Well, I slipped on my sandals and walked out the door. As I was walking out, drops of rain started falling, then harder, then as I got halfway down the hill, it came a downpour. Totally and absolutely hard rain. I tried to run, but my sandals were slippery so I could only just kind of limply hop. After a little while the rain stopped. Totally. I thought to myself: "why couldn't she have asked me (literally) 2 minutes earlier? I would have been dry. Or even waited 30 minutes, I would still be dry." But no, it just had to be at that time that I would be outside. Sigh.
Oh come on, be honest. Be, be, be honest.
Sunday, March 28, 2004
UPDATE
Well, it's equal justice and my family heritage:
It seems that the other day, my grandmother (the same one who bought me a cake--she likes buying cakes) bought another one for my cousin. Taking it to their house, she refused to let my grandfather—the one who dropped MY cake—take it in b/c she thought he would drop it. Well, she tried to take it in herself, and FELL DOWN walking up the steps.
It's funny partly b/c they are an old bickering couple and that was just justice, and partly b/c it explains my heritage.
Oh, Frankie Says Relax
It seems that the other day, my grandmother (the same one who bought me a cake--she likes buying cakes) bought another one for my cousin. Taking it to their house, she refused to let my grandfather—the one who dropped MY cake—take it in b/c she thought he would drop it. Well, she tried to take it in herself, and FELL DOWN walking up the steps.
It's funny partly b/c they are an old bickering couple and that was just justice, and partly b/c it explains my heritage.
Oh, Frankie Says Relax
Saturday, March 27, 2004
My Baby's Momma
Oh I forgot........I do have the weirdest 'luck' with electronics:
Twice—on 2 separate occasions—I have been told while checking out that my electronics items would set the alarm off as I walked out the door, but I should just keep going b/c it's ok.
Well, even after being told I would beep, twice I have managed to NOT set off the alarm!
It's the weirdest thing!
Oh, NEVER go near The Boobie Trap....
Twice—on 2 separate occasions—I have been told while checking out that my electronics items would set the alarm off as I walked out the door, but I should just keep going b/c it's ok.
Well, even after being told I would beep, twice I have managed to NOT set off the alarm!
It's the weirdest thing!
Oh, NEVER go near The Boobie Trap....
Thursday, March 25, 2004
Da n Of The Dead
Sigh......where to start?
I have a shopping mall that recurs in my dreams. This is no ordinary shopping mall, no no my friend. You see, the men's room is also a casino. The urinals are nestled in among the slot machines. It sucks, b/c it's always hard to find a place to pee. Occasionally there is a secluded corner. But the other night I didn't go to the bathroom....I was just in the same mall. However, the same mall is present in alot of my dreams.
Today, only a day after getting my car back from getting a brand new windshield...did a rock hit my brand new windshield. Yep. Small oval bundle of goodness. Geez, the windshield doesn't even have wiper marks on it yet! BRAND NEW.
Oh well, I guess it's not just c'est la vie, it's more like c'est...MY...la vie.
Oh yeah, and I've realized that it's genetic: My mom is a total spazz/clutz, and her father is too. My grandfather was in WalMart where my grandmother made him buy a cake for my birthday. Well, while walking with it, my granddad dropped it. It was a very big cake, too! Luckily it didn't hurt it....got a bit of the icing on the plastic..but it was still very good! It's funny b/c my grandma was all worried and upset b/c he dropped it. (but it was FINE!)
So there, GENETIC. Geez, thanks alot, MOM!
Oh, again, this is why I don't carry an automatic weapon in my car. (The rock thing)
I have a shopping mall that recurs in my dreams. This is no ordinary shopping mall, no no my friend. You see, the men's room is also a casino. The urinals are nestled in among the slot machines. It sucks, b/c it's always hard to find a place to pee. Occasionally there is a secluded corner. But the other night I didn't go to the bathroom....I was just in the same mall. However, the same mall is present in alot of my dreams.
Today, only a day after getting my car back from getting a brand new windshield...did a rock hit my brand new windshield. Yep. Small oval bundle of goodness. Geez, the windshield doesn't even have wiper marks on it yet! BRAND NEW.
Oh well, I guess it's not just c'est la vie, it's more like c'est...MY...la vie.
Oh yeah, and I've realized that it's genetic: My mom is a total spazz/clutz, and her father is too. My grandfather was in WalMart where my grandmother made him buy a cake for my birthday. Well, while walking with it, my granddad dropped it. It was a very big cake, too! Luckily it didn't hurt it....got a bit of the icing on the plastic..but it was still very good! It's funny b/c my grandma was all worried and upset b/c he dropped it. (but it was FINE!)
So there, GENETIC. Geez, thanks alot, MOM!
Oh, again, this is why I don't carry an automatic weapon in my car. (The rock thing)
Sunday, March 21, 2004
You're Takin' Me Crazy --Andrew
Anyone tasted Andrew's spaghetti? Anyone ever had Andrew make spaghetti just for them? Ever watched movies all night with Andrew?
NO? AHAHAH.........that's b/c you alll suck!!!!
Oh, ummm wait, I forgot about Natalie. Never Mind, Then.
NO? AHAHAH.........that's b/c you alll suck!!!!
Oh, ummm wait, I forgot about Natalie. Never Mind, Then.
EPISCOPALOOZA!!!
Journal Entry Number 22...
April 26th, 2004
Wowies! Just returned home from a fantastic weekend. Boy howdy, am I tired! But it was a fun weekend for all. The Diocese let us go with a rousing speech about Mel Gibson's "The Passion" that makes us all want to be better people.
Timmy learned a valuable lesson about sneaking alcohol into camp. My golly, I've never seen so much vomit before.
The entertainment was spectacular. Johnny and Kelly put on a skit that was soooo funny! I thought I would bust a stitch in my Khakis. Andrew played some nice songs for us on his guitar. When he ended with a round of Kumbaya, we all screamed for an encore. If we were allowed to smoke, there would have been so many lighters in the air. (don't tell anyone, but Richard wanted to mosh during one of the performances! We would have gotten in sooo much trouble!)
On our way home we fed a homeless guy to make us feel better. Father Johansen said it was just b/c he was too lazy and worthless to work his own darn self.
All in all, very fun weekend. Saw some nice films as well. That kooky Quentin Tarantino sure spiced up the night. But we did enjoy the nice musical. Father Gimli made a delicious spaghetti dinner. YUMMY! Unfortuately, contact with girls was very limited. Billy tried to ask one out, but ran away grabbing his pants. Hmm, curious.
Oh Diary, Thanks for listening.
April 26th, 2004
Wowies! Just returned home from a fantastic weekend. Boy howdy, am I tired! But it was a fun weekend for all. The Diocese let us go with a rousing speech about Mel Gibson's "The Passion" that makes us all want to be better people.
Timmy learned a valuable lesson about sneaking alcohol into camp. My golly, I've never seen so much vomit before.
The entertainment was spectacular. Johnny and Kelly put on a skit that was soooo funny! I thought I would bust a stitch in my Khakis. Andrew played some nice songs for us on his guitar. When he ended with a round of Kumbaya, we all screamed for an encore. If we were allowed to smoke, there would have been so many lighters in the air. (don't tell anyone, but Richard wanted to mosh during one of the performances! We would have gotten in sooo much trouble!)
On our way home we fed a homeless guy to make us feel better. Father Johansen said it was just b/c he was too lazy and worthless to work his own darn self.
All in all, very fun weekend. Saw some nice films as well. That kooky Quentin Tarantino sure spiced up the night. But we did enjoy the nice musical. Father Gimli made a delicious spaghetti dinner. YUMMY! Unfortuately, contact with girls was very limited. Billy tried to ask one out, but ran away grabbing his pants. Hmm, curious.
Oh Diary, Thanks for listening.
Saturday, March 20, 2004
It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year....
Eat your heart out, Andy Wiliams—THIS is truly the most wonderful time of the year. As you look out the window while driving past wooded areas, you can see the dull gray expanse of wood giving birth to tiny little yellowish-green (you know, like the crayon of the same name) ....things that will turn into leaves. It's awesome just b/c spring is all about new stuff. It's just a great time of the year.
And then....summer gets here and it's all hot and crap. Darnit.
Oh, while coloring, I always preferred Green-Yellow b/c it had more green than Yellow-Green, which just looked like.....boogers. :)
And then....summer gets here and it's all hot and crap. Darnit.
Oh, while coloring, I always preferred Green-Yellow b/c it had more green than Yellow-Green, which just looked like.....boogers. :)
Friday, March 19, 2004
Uh....Who?
Ok so you guys watch TV, right?
Well you know the lame ad where the guy is walking through a large 'Hollywood' house party, is greeted by a Liz Taylor look-alike, is picked up by a Chris Farley look-alike, and is greeted by TV's Sandra Bernhard who wishes him a 'Happy Birthday, Hunny Bunny' and then sits down by a Ravi Shankar look-alike playing the sitar and then takes a bite out of a Twix? You know that commercial? THAT's what I want. Andrew, are you listening? I WANT SANDRA BERNHARD CALLING ME HUNNY BUNNY!
On an unrelated note, I'm officially gay now b/c I'm downloading the Queer Eye for the Straight Guy Theme Song. Sigh. But it's all cool.
Oh,.........ummm I got nothing.
Well you know the lame ad where the guy is walking through a large 'Hollywood' house party, is greeted by a Liz Taylor look-alike, is picked up by a Chris Farley look-alike, and is greeted by TV's Sandra Bernhard who wishes him a 'Happy Birthday, Hunny Bunny' and then sits down by a Ravi Shankar look-alike playing the sitar and then takes a bite out of a Twix? You know that commercial? THAT's what I want. Andrew, are you listening? I WANT SANDRA BERNHARD CALLING ME HUNNY BUNNY!
On an unrelated note, I'm officially gay now b/c I'm downloading the Queer Eye for the Straight Guy Theme Song. Sigh. But it's all cool.
Oh,.........ummm I got nothing.
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
Diamonds....Daisies.....Snowflakes....That Girl
Okay so tonight I was watching the TV Land Awards...(I know I know, I'm sorry—it was on, I was cold and wrapped in a blanket and couldn't change the channel) and I thought it was absolutely hilarious that during the Andy Griffith tribute they cut to a shot of David Cross. I mean, what the heck? It was just funny.
But anyway......the real reason I'm here: So why even bother to call it a remake and name it "Walking Tall"? It's not even about Buford Pusser. It's just about the story that the old '70s movie was based on. The Rock's character is some generic name like Chris Vaughn–NOT Buford Pusser, and it's set in Washington state–NOT Tennessee. But I think he still carries a big stick. Big deal. He's just the Rock. Some lame wrestler who at one time had a catchphrase. Gosh I hate wrestling.
Ok well........thought I had more.
Oh yeah, Lynda Carter can still pull off Wonder Woman after all these years. Unfortunately, Lenny & Squiggy cannot.
But anyway......the real reason I'm here: So why even bother to call it a remake and name it "Walking Tall"? It's not even about Buford Pusser. It's just about the story that the old '70s movie was based on. The Rock's character is some generic name like Chris Vaughn–NOT Buford Pusser, and it's set in Washington state–NOT Tennessee. But I think he still carries a big stick. Big deal. He's just the Rock. Some lame wrestler who at one time had a catchphrase. Gosh I hate wrestling.
Ok well........thought I had more.
Oh yeah, Lynda Carter can still pull off Wonder Woman after all these years. Unfortunately, Lenny & Squiggy cannot.
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
Don't Look In The Truth Bucket!
Ahhh yes, the internet. The only place where you can search for the best deals on VHS spine laser/inkjet printer labels and find 2000 labels for $24.95 only to find out that the company is in Australia and they "only look out for Australia" right now. Darn.
Oh well.
Thanks to Adam Hamilton, I now have the Family Guy complete series on DVD. We spent several hours Monday ripping them all, and I spent last night burning them to DVD. Now, all I have to do is find someone who has the complete Futurama series and my Monday—Thursday 10—11 p.m. slot will be open to do/watch other stuff. Oh well.
Oh yeah, I'm still Jenny from the Block.
Oh well.
Thanks to Adam Hamilton, I now have the Family Guy complete series on DVD. We spent several hours Monday ripping them all, and I spent last night burning them to DVD. Now, all I have to do is find someone who has the complete Futurama series and my Monday—Thursday 10—11 p.m. slot will be open to do/watch other stuff. Oh well.
Oh yeah, I'm still Jenny from the Block.
Saturday, March 13, 2004
You Should Be Able To Beat Him Now!
So how exactly did Agent Cody Banks 2: Operation London totally miss my radar? I mean, it's OUT. It's not coming out, it's alreday here! How did this happen?
Whle watching a Coors Light ad on TV I realized something: Thanks to blue screen/computer technology, TV production has totally eliminated the need for twin actors. If they were to still make Doublemint Gum commercials, they could just hire one actress and use computers to double her.
Oh, peace out.
Whle watching a Coors Light ad on TV I realized something: Thanks to blue screen/computer technology, TV production has totally eliminated the need for twin actors. If they were to still make Doublemint Gum commercials, they could just hire one actress and use computers to double her.
Oh, peace out.
Thursday, March 11, 2004
Psssshhhhhh....
Can you believe the NERVE, the AUDACITY, of all the unmitigated GALL(I don't know, Barney Fife says it)!
My mom---I'm sorry, the woman I once called my mother--had the nerve the other night to tell me that she liked the Second Darrin better!
I mean, come on, pshh!
EVERYONE knows that Dick York--the ONLY Darrin--is much better than Dick Sargeant! I mean, when the first Darrin had to leave the show b/c of back trouble and addiction to painkillers or whatever, they could have just stopped there. No need to replace him his a less talented actor.
It's not even the color thing, either. Dick York was actually still on the show when it went to color. So it's not even that fact that bothers me. It's just that Dick Sargeant wasn't as good at being-angry-when-my-wife-or-her-mother-in-law-does-magic.
Geez.....and to think that this woman raised me as a child.
Oh, I do however prefer Pat Priest as the Second Marilyn Munster. She was more beautiful.
My mom---I'm sorry, the woman I once called my mother--had the nerve the other night to tell me that she liked the Second Darrin better!
I mean, come on, pshh!
EVERYONE knows that Dick York--the ONLY Darrin--is much better than Dick Sargeant! I mean, when the first Darrin had to leave the show b/c of back trouble and addiction to painkillers or whatever, they could have just stopped there. No need to replace him his a less talented actor.
It's not even the color thing, either. Dick York was actually still on the show when it went to color. So it's not even that fact that bothers me. It's just that Dick Sargeant wasn't as good at being-angry-when-my-wife-or-her-mother-in-law-does-magic.
Geez.....and to think that this woman raised me as a child.
Oh, I do however prefer Pat Priest as the Second Marilyn Munster. She was more beautiful.
So Frankenstine's Monster Drives An SUV.....
So I was asleep earlier tonight and had a dream. I was a police guy or some kind of cop guy sent to investigate the monster that has been terrorizing the area. So my job was to patrol a little stretch outside Oxford.
Well, b/c the monster strikes by waiting for cars to break down or pull over on the side of the road, I thought I would look for such cars. I saw one, and viewed from a distance. Shortly I saw another car pull up to this one and went to investigate. Well, apparently Frankenstein's monster just cruises around like ...one of those animals that wait around for food.
So I pull up to the scene and see the monster casually opening the vehicle of the guy who pulled over and was picking him up.
And I forgot to mention that my role as a cop was also that I was a bigoted and uneducated uninformed police officer. So my first instinct: grab my gun and shoot without seeing if he really does have a soul. He's different.......let's kill it.
So he escapes and after a bit of just driving in a circle that I won't detail, I decide I better drive away. So the monster follows me--most likely writing down my liscense number--and somehow another town appeared about a mile from Oxford and I made a few left turns and ditched that stinky monster. Heh heh, not so smart now, are we?
Oh, I'm sort of still asleep now, and I've forgotten lots of details, so this is kinda lame.
Well, b/c the monster strikes by waiting for cars to break down or pull over on the side of the road, I thought I would look for such cars. I saw one, and viewed from a distance. Shortly I saw another car pull up to this one and went to investigate. Well, apparently Frankenstein's monster just cruises around like ...one of those animals that wait around for food.
So I pull up to the scene and see the monster casually opening the vehicle of the guy who pulled over and was picking him up.
And I forgot to mention that my role as a cop was also that I was a bigoted and uneducated uninformed police officer. So my first instinct: grab my gun and shoot without seeing if he really does have a soul. He's different.......let's kill it.
So he escapes and after a bit of just driving in a circle that I won't detail, I decide I better drive away. So the monster follows me--most likely writing down my liscense number--and somehow another town appeared about a mile from Oxford and I made a few left turns and ditched that stinky monster. Heh heh, not so smart now, are we?
Oh, I'm sort of still asleep now, and I've forgotten lots of details, so this is kinda lame.
Tuesday, March 9, 2004
Lights....Camera.......Action....
Something really neat happened tonight for radio nurds:
Someone at the Supertalk MS station forgot to air commercial breaks, so I got to hear the satellite feeds that happen during breaks. It was just Lars Larson doing a news story about Martha Stewart. It started with a 3 count (3....2....1....) and he read the promo.......then again with music.......then again with other music......then again with a George Jones song behind it. Then ended with "This concludes the promo feed for this evening. If you have any questions, call me at ..... This has been Chad Wilkinson for Westwood Radio One."
It was cool. I don't know much about the innerworkings of radio (or TV) and it was neat to hear.
Oh, next blog coming straight to DVD and VHS.
Someone at the Supertalk MS station forgot to air commercial breaks, so I got to hear the satellite feeds that happen during breaks. It was just Lars Larson doing a news story about Martha Stewart. It started with a 3 count (3....2....1....) and he read the promo.......then again with music.......then again with other music......then again with a George Jones song behind it. Then ended with "This concludes the promo feed for this evening. If you have any questions, call me at ..... This has been Chad Wilkinson for Westwood Radio One."
It was cool. I don't know much about the innerworkings of radio (or TV) and it was neat to hear.
Oh, next blog coming straight to DVD and VHS.
And Now For Something Completely Different....
I watched a kid with a ladybug this week. Really beautiful. She just played with it and looked at it.
So innocent.
But adults think they are stinky and don't want them crawling all over us. I'm talking about the ladybug, mind you.
Oh, BRAND NEW season of Family Guy is in production!
So innocent.
But adults think they are stinky and don't want them crawling all over us. I'm talking about the ladybug, mind you.
Oh, BRAND NEW season of Family Guy is in production!
Tuesday, March 2, 2004
Hikoos #2 & #3
#2
Futurama and Family Guy:
2 Kick-Butt Shows.
I watch all nite.
#3
Harvey Birdman, Sealab 2021,
Aqua Teen Hunger Force.
Futurama and Family Guy:
2 Kick-Butt Shows.
I watch all nite.
#3
Harvey Birdman, Sealab 2021,
Aqua Teen Hunger Force.
Oh, Adult Swim....Hikoo #1
Thanks to Master Lou's best-selling book, "How to write Hikoo--a REAL book!" (purchased for only $99.95) I have the urge to express my true feelings for Adult Swim. (can be seen Sunday-Thursday on Cartoon Network starting at 10.)
Adult Swim, You're On
Sunday Through Thursday @ 10.
Oh I love you so!
Adult Swim, You're On
Sunday Through Thursday @ 10.
Oh I love you so!
Monday, March 1, 2004
See......Jesus CAN Make Money
The invention of the periphial mouse for macs then PCs was one of the greatest inventions of the 20th century. However, it's time to improve it for the 21st:
Remote controls for computers!
I mean, sure we have wireless mice now, but you still need a hard surface for them. And there are the spectacular optical mouse which uses that cool little red light instead of a ball. I hate having to clean my balls. But.....you still need a surface for them.
So why not attach a remote sensor to a USB port on the front of a PC and use a remote to control/navigate. It could have a joystick like a video game controller and shortcut keys to launch applications. It could be a perfect internet browser tool. I mean, a majority of people that don't work at an office don't spend much time typing stuff anyway, so it would be perfect for them.
Oh well, I'll just eat my Pit-Pat-O's with the bowl in one hand and lean over to use my mouse with the other, for now at least.
Oh, let's get naked! (√)
Remote controls for computers!
I mean, sure we have wireless mice now, but you still need a hard surface for them. And there are the spectacular optical mouse which uses that cool little red light instead of a ball. I hate having to clean my balls. But.....you still need a surface for them.
So why not attach a remote sensor to a USB port on the front of a PC and use a remote to control/navigate. It could have a joystick like a video game controller and shortcut keys to launch applications. It could be a perfect internet browser tool. I mean, a majority of people that don't work at an office don't spend much time typing stuff anyway, so it would be perfect for them.
Oh well, I'll just eat my Pit-Pat-O's with the bowl in one hand and lean over to use my mouse with the other, for now at least.
Oh, let's get naked! (√)
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