christmasjones

William Butler Yeats
An Irish Airmen Foresees his death

I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.


MaCafee turned off for 3 days on my computer and guess what? A damn virus chewed me from the inside out.

what the fuck

Registry keys have been deleted. Which is bad. I don't know what a registry key is exactly. Appearantly it's like a tire on a car. I guess my puter has some popped tires. Which is bad. Most of my programs work including explorer. No aim, no e-mail and no photoshop.


By typing this I am truly procrastinating backing up my files. Fuck, I don't want to sort all that shit. It's like my house is getting demolished and I have to take the furniture out. Exactly like that.

Demolished houses.
Popped tires.

Come to the show on saturday! See my band!
Stressbomb

zoinks