Ohh Whoa is me still no friends 
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I know what it must be, it's that blasted photo that I wacked up for my profile, I look all messed up.
Ok enough self loathing, I actually was trying to change some of my settings to no avail. I purchased a cheap ass digital camera that plugs into the 'puter, but can't figure out how to take photo's.
The darn machine (and my technical failings) have seen me produce heaps of video file's, all of which are apparently in a format that my 'puter can't (or won't) recognise.
I think that my evil computer has taken on a mind of it's own, determined to save the greater parts of society from my poor quallity humor. That or it's just wetting it's pants over the reaction that it is getting out of me.
I don't know I suppose that I'm not down with it's jive.
I've had faaarr to much coffee...
I have decided to name my computer Bert, short for Bastard Bert. I even went out this after noon and bought some extra RAM chippies to let him munch on. These Ram chippies were ment to be like "smart drugs" for 'puters, but I think that they must have been laced. Anyway Bert B started acting all Hyper to begin with (compared to the norm), then after about an hour or so he got right searly with me.
Thinking about it I suppose that I ought to book him into a detox clinic, 'cause I wouldn't want him to go all "Skynet" on me.
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I know what it must be, it's that blasted photo that I wacked up for my profile, I look all messed up.
Ok enough self loathing, I actually was trying to change some of my settings to no avail. I purchased a cheap ass digital camera that plugs into the 'puter, but can't figure out how to take photo's.
The darn machine (and my technical failings) have seen me produce heaps of video file's, all of which are apparently in a format that my 'puter can't (or won't) recognise.
I think that my evil computer has taken on a mind of it's own, determined to save the greater parts of society from my poor quallity humor. That or it's just wetting it's pants over the reaction that it is getting out of me.
I don't know I suppose that I'm not down with it's jive.
I've had faaarr to much coffee...
I have decided to name my computer Bert, short for Bastard Bert. I even went out this after noon and bought some extra RAM chippies to let him munch on. These Ram chippies were ment to be like "smart drugs" for 'puters, but I think that they must have been laced. Anyway Bert B started acting all Hyper to begin with (compared to the norm), then after about an hour or so he got right searly with me.
Thinking about it I suppose that I ought to book him into a detox clinic, 'cause I wouldn't want him to go all "Skynet" on me.
So as for Star Trek I was thinking: beehive hairdo, gogo boots, seamed stockings, blue uniform, hypospray, in sick bay. But where am I gonna get a sick bay to shoot in??