bagel redux

i already think it's kind of ridiculous that i need to verify with a *genius* that the right arrow key on my brand new keyboard doesn't work about 25% of the time. isn't there some lower level technician, someone who is just a *really, really smart person* that can tell that the right arrow key doesn't work.

but don't i need an appointment? i ask.

no! you tell me. i can just waltz right in since the keyboard is still within 14 days old!

but apparently i *do* need an appointment. and as i discovered after having done my waltzing-in-with-keyboard, apparently appointments are to be had no less than two days prior.

i'm not so mad at the policy as i am at the misinformation! get your goddamned information right you idiots.

am i the only person that thinks rhythmic gymnastics is awesome? dvg just oh-godded me.

i think this is part of some gay fascination with the ability to throw and catch things.

well, mother fucker, i can't figure out what's been going on with the comments function on here. i've been trying to get captcha working, which i think was working for like, a couple weeks, and can't seem to get it going. fuck you movable type. sorry if my rss republished and sent a bunch of duplicate entries.

light posting means that every time i think about putting something in here, it is one of the many things about which you are not supposed to blog. all apologies, and i'm sure that if i see you in real life i've thrown some non-bloggable sputum your way. apologies for that as well. i am going to try and move into more benign but still interesting mind clutter for now.

anyone remember that paula poundstone joke about the snickers commercial? anyway...

continuing in my recent bout of hypochondria, (some would say lifetime bout) i've got a poking sensation behind my pants waistband. i can't decide whether it's a tumor, a hernia, or a new ab.

in other eye news, i have a stye. styes make me feel like such a filthy person, i can't stand it.

i'm in dire need of new glasses. i've had these frames for almost three years now and my gigantic melon head has stretched the frames out to the point that they just slide down the bridge of my nose. i feel like that dang lady from my cousin vinny who thinks she doesn't need new glasses but can't hardly see.

i've resorted to sticking folded up pieces of paper between the hinges to prevent them from extending all the way, thus tightening their fit on my face. the difference, i can already tell you, is amazing.

i made like, 80 PNGs today. oh how i wish i had a junior designer to do such things. even when i had one, i didn't subject her to such treachery and potential repetitive stress disorder. or maybe i did and i just don't remember.

anyway, if i had one now, i would totally be cracking the whip, WHOP-CHING! anyone know anyone looking?

i've got a post it note on my monitor instructing me to "don't think, just do" right now. due to my frustration, i've been having a hard time keeping up momentum on this particular project, but seeing as how we're so far into the process and i've already aired my grievances (to no avail) i figure i've got nothing left to do but plow through it and not let my personal feelings affect me.

now, where's that goddamned light a the end of the tunnel...

...and its "sibling-rival" serious sans. i thought the most interesting bit was that the creators of serious sans found that comic sans's "doggedly goofy font's irregular forms made it one of the easiest typefaces for dyslexics to read." weird.

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