Trying not to incur the wrath of Shad

Me and the computer have been fighting for days now.  Ever since I discovered Firefox. 

I'd log on, get mad at something it did or didn't do, and stop speaking to it.  Then I'd forget I wasn't speaking to it, come back to it, and again, it didn't do what I wanted it to do, so I'd stop speaking to it again.  Do this 3-4 times every few hours, and one tends to overload on frustration. 

Oh yes.  Don't ever try to use a different mouse with 5 different buttons and the same time you're learning a new browser.  A mouse that you can't feel.  With the trackball in a different spot.  When it's a right handed mouse, and you have to use your left hand cause you can't FEEL anything with your right.  Try configuring the buttons in different ways so that your numb fingers don't click when they shouldn't cause they can't fucking feel where they are clicking. 

I've changed my mind, I'm not addicted to the computer.  I'm addicted to ... confusion and frustration.  Yea, that's it.

Duke and I got in a big fight tonite.  I don't even want to talk about it. 

Muttin and I got in a little fight.  I don't want to talk about it.  And yes, the fights do evidently depend on the size of the dog. 

I'm mad at my magic clock.  In the past, it has reset itself  for Daylight Savings Time, but it didn't do it this time.  Now... I know there was a big concern of near Y2K porportions, that DST was going to screw up the world because it was happening a couple of weeks sooner than usual.  So the computers that control the world were going to be all messed up.  However, my atomic clock isn't a computer.  So I don't  get it. 

SanFranMan and I are in a secret fight.  It's secret cause he doesn't know about it.  Both he and I are in High Apathetic Mode the last couple of weeks. 

He:  (snarl snarl snarl about something meaningless, I'm sure)

Me:  Don't bitch at me buddy.

He:  (snarl snarl snarl at what I just said)

Me:  I've been bitchy too lately.

He:  I'm bitchy too.  If I could, I'd have a period and be bitchy er with PMS.

Me:  I can outbitch you any day. 

He:  No you can't.  I'll just stop. 

Me:  (thinking how he just disappears all of a sudden for unknown reasons, only to find out he was mad at something I said or did)  (So I kept silent)  (But only for a nano-second) 

Me:  Yea, you'll just disappear and stop calling me. 

He:  (bitch bitch bitch moan moan moan about something meaningless I'm sure)

Me:  Bring.  It.  On.   

And then we made further plans for our trip to Reno on the 25th of March. 

Oh, I forgot to say why we're secretly fighting.  I had written an email to him this morning about the High Apathetic Mode, noting that I thought he was in it too, blah blah blah.  It was just a stupid email, not good, not bad, just fulfilling the desire to get it off my chest.  And my plan to make it better. 

He wrote back "This was a nice and intelligent email you just wrote". 

Intelligent? 

What the HELL does he mean by that, hmmm?

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Comments

[Gosling]

He doesn't really mean much by it. He's a man.
*shrug*

[MsShad]

You are too young and inexperienced to be so cynical.