The digital feedback fury that my new mobile phone rages whenever around another electronic device (in defense?) rendered my optical mouse helpless and prompted me to reboot and toss my phone into a Faraday cage on the other side of the room.
It will take some time--I may need to take a sabbatical from work, reading, writing, and Latin--but I will learn how to harness the power of this mobile communications beast. This ritual includes a humiliating, undignifying march up and down a public street with a pair of Bluetooth headphones on.
Word to the four-day weekend.
The stand isn't ready yet.
You can tell me it's Thursday.
If I had a time machine, I'd stop every 10,000 Maniacs and Natalie Merchant song from ever being written. Even if afterwards I'd still remember that they had once existed. See what a selfless martyr I am?
Terror, terror, nine-eleven, two thousand one. Terror.
I hated myself enough to grab a bucket and watch the Republican Party presidential debate yesterday evening.
Senator John McCain took an extra dose of crazy before coming on air. I've drawn the conclusion that Governor Mitt Romney was pieced together by extraterrestrials with the purpose of becoming president. Rudy Giuliani should have been wearing a "9/11 NEVAR 4GET" tee shirt.
Dr. Ron Paul, while visibly upset (as most libertarians should be), didn't do too bad of a job. Net presence has been taking a leap, too.
So much, anyway.
In anything very least, I did experience amazement when I heard "The Dark Eternal Night" off of the upcoming Dream Theater album. Any consistency should make this a good one.
I'd known about this last week, but couldn't talk about it. If you haven't heard, here's the offical bad news of the year.
No sir, I will not be voting in the 2008 General Election, though considering tossing one in for Dr. Ron Paul in the primaries.