there's a woman in my office who looks like and has hair like florence henderson during her tenure on the brady bunch.

I came to Portland from California this week to stay with an ex--I suppose it some insane and desperate attempt to resolve our recent break-up. It's been hell.

But when I went out for my bedtime smoke around dawn, it was raining like crazy. By some grace it has persisted throughout the day and I no longer miss California.

I was driving down some narrow backroad to find parking today and I saw a decrepit obese man speeding toward me on an electric wheelchair. In my insomnia haze I thought he was a robot for a second, and then almost killed myself trying to get out of his way because the crazy robot man insisted on going 5mph in the middle of this undersized road. If my face betrayed half the bewildered hysteria and frustration I felt, then any sane man would have puttered the hell out of my way. But as I wait for him to pass he stops at my window and hands me a pamphlet, with naught but a soft murmur which I think was his drooling approximation of the word "God." It was, of course, church propaganda.

Now I am sitting on a couch with a kitten sleeping in my lap, working through a pack of cheap cigarettes and listening to Electr-O-Pura. The understated genius of Ira Kaplan is the closest thing to an angel I can perceive right now. This kitten is the biggest asshole I've ever seen and even she is lulled into compassion by this lovely album.

1 year ago today I was sleeping in an airport in New Hampshire.

That'll be enough inconsequential missives for a day. It's only 4, for fuck's sake. But still, there is something electric and surreal about my July 17ths.

I have a craving for Sammy's Roumanian that I will not satisfy, at least not tonight.

Perhaps a burger at Shake Shack will suffice, but since the weather is "nice" it will be crowded.

kerble wrote:

noise&light wrote:

night_tools wrote:I'm currently manually recovering the files from my fucked iPod. A great program called IpodRip has recovered most of the music, but has saved it as seemingly arbitrarily named files. All have a four letter name starting with AAAA and progressing through the alphabet. For some reason my computer won't let me 'select all' and then 'open with > iTunes', so I have to open them manually by double-clicking them. I have so far got as far as the beginning of the 'E' names.

Altogether there are 7,189 files to be opened. That's 14,378 clicks!
Tomorrow - E to M.

You need to change your mouse settings so that one click = doubleclick.

Save your wrists. You may need them later.

I couldn't find where to change the mouse click to doubleclick in the mouse control panel. Is there somewhere else I should do this? I have a PC running windows xp professional.

thanks,


Faiz

Ditto in Mac OSX.

I'm now up to 'I', by the way....
My wrists hurt

kickerofelves wrote:I came to Portland from California this week to stay with an ex--I suppose it some insane and desperate attempt to resolve our recent break-up. It's been hell.

But when I went out for my bedtime smoke around dawn, it was raining like crazy. By some grace it has persisted throughout the day and I no longer miss California.

I was driving down some narrow backroad to find parking today and I saw a decrepit obese man speeding toward me on an electric wheelchair. In my insomnia haze I thought he was a robot for a second, and then almost killed myself trying to get out of his way because the crazy robot man insisted on going 5mph in the middle of this undersized road. If my face betrayed half the bewildered hysteria and frustration I felt, then any sane man would have puttered the hell out of my way. But as I wait for him to pass he stops at my window and hands me a pamphlet, with naught but a soft murmur which I think was his drooling approximation of the word "God." It was, of course, church propaganda.

Now I am sitting on a couch with a kitten sleeping in my lap, working through a pack of cheap cigarettes and listening to Electr-O-Pura. The understated genius of Ira Kaplan is the closest thing to an angel I can perceive right now. This kitten is the biggest asshole I've ever seen and even she is lulled into compassion by this lovely album.

1 year ago today I was sleeping in an airport in New Hampshire.

Powerful story, my friend.

[S]till, there is something electric and surreal about my July 17ths.

Me, too. Today I've been clean for twelve years.

Brett Eugene Ralph wrote:
Me, too. Today I've been clean for twelve years.

Congratulations! I'm happy for you, Brett.

Salut! B.E.R. Here's to the next twelve, and beyond.

kerble wrote:I couldn't find where to change the mouse click to doubleclick in the mouse control panel.

Not to jump the gun, but for me it involved going into the control panel, opening my mouse options and finding the buttons tab (where there were options for what each button did). I was able to change either one to 'double-click' as opposed to left/right click.

HTH

Today I discovered that my feet have grown, about a half-size.

Which explains why all my shoes that used to fit with my orthotics in them do not.

I cannot afford to buy so many pairs of new shoes at once, but the ones I am wearing today (doc martens shoes) must be replaced ASAP.

At least they are hardly worn, so I can sell them to the Buffalo Exchange.

Today i discovered that the latest issue of The Wire Magazine has printed another positive review (the third) of one of the releases on my micro record label

This makes me happy.