i read the follow on neal gaiman’s websiteand found it quite funny. i shall paste an excerpt here, but you can read the whole thing here
“I’m not terribly religious, in the computer operating system sense of the word. Many people (including my son, a full-fledged Apple person) seemed to be waiting for me to see the light and become a full-fledged Mac convert, and were shocked that once there were Macs in the house I didn’t have a Road to Damascus moment. I like them for some things, prefer PCs for other things, and, except for writing screenplays, prefer fountain pens to both of them (and for screenplays I like Final Draft, and I don’t mind which platform it’s on).
When I tell Mac people this, they smile their secret smile. They know that after we die, we go to a special place, and that those who used Macs will be raised on high, where they can sip their cappucinos and look down and see the virus-infected writhings and screamings of those who used PCs, as the damned Windows users are forever bombarded with boiling projectile vomit from the thousand-foot high screaming thing that used to be Bill Gates.
But I’m sure even the damned people down in the mud will be laughing up whatever’s left of their sleeves at those of us who secretly like fountain pens best.”
if the journal had comment features, i would have commented that a true mac user would put fans of the fountain pen above those who used windows. because they can appreciate and understand the elegance of a fountain pen. the feel of it, as it writes on the paper. the scritch scritch noise it makes. these things are important to us, as well. we like a spiritual user experience.
except, i probably would not have commented. because i’m shy. tee-hee.

that’s a self portrait of me. today. see, i’m yawning and my hair’s a mess because i’m FREAKIN’ TIRED. and i’m freakin’ tired because of that whole waking up at four am for no good reason thing. i tried to go to bed earlier last night. to compensate. 11 pm. but that wasn’t good enough. so tonight, i’ll go to bed right after angel. 10 o’clock. swear to god. i am apparently getting too old to deal with my crappy sleep habits.
speaking of sleep, i was reading the weekly last week, and it was doing a piece of books about love. a lot of them were about finding love. or landing a mate. or getting someone to marry you using techniques from the harvard school of business and how to find the man of your dreams in six weeks. [it was in the weekly that i read about that whole quirklyalone thing.] my favorite blurb about one of the books recommends, and i think this is the one that gets you prince charming in six weeks, to sleep for 10 hours a night for a week, in order to look younger and healthier than you have in a long, long time. that was the ONLY thing that article mentioned that i was willing to do. apparently, meeting your dream man takes a great deal of effort on your part. and we know how i hate effort.
and, speaking of love and marriage [eww!] , how freakin’ cool is the mayor of san francisco? incredibly freakin’ cool. you know, i’m not gay, and i don’t particular want to get married. but it pisses me off that people in this country are still trying to stop it. that’s ludicrous. i don’t know what they are protecting. or what they are afraid of, but their protestations are ridiculous, to the point of imbecilic. [how much do i love the adjective form of imbecile? very very much. so much that i think i’ve reach the pinnacle of happiness, with regards to blogging, and will now conclude this entry.]

if my titles are quotes, or if i am really saying i have a killer rack?

so, i finally found out what i am. i’ve identified my people. i thought i was the only one. but i’m not. there are other people like me. and we call ourselves… the quirckyalones.
quirkyalone (kwur.kee.uh.lohn) n. adj.
A person who enjoys being single (but is not opposed to being in a relationship) and generally prefers to be alone rather than date for the sake of being in a couple. With unique traits and an optimistic spirit; a sensibility that transcends relationship status. Also adj. Of, relating to, or embodying quirkyalones.
See also: romantic, idealist, independent.
i haven’t read the book yet. but i’ve browsed the website, taken the quiz, and read some stuff in the forum. according to the quiz i am very quirkyalone. nice! i feel so… validated. so vindicated. maybe my mom should read this book, so she’d understand me. although, i think she’s just about given up on me getting married. she is NOT a quirkyalone. nope. no. no way. coworker we refer to as The Man says its just a bunch of people making excuses for not getting laid. oh no… quite the opposite. those quirkyalones like the sex. they just don’t need to be in a committed relationship to have it. and do not think that having it means a committed relationship. some of them are quite slutty! fun. slutty is fun. wheeeee!
so anyway, yeah. i’m part of a movement. yay me!
so, earlier this month, my blog was SPAMMED big time. one spammer, every day [that had a post] for about… six months worth. i had to go post by post and delete them hand. there was no way i was going to leave their list of links for cheap viagra etc, on my journal. *claps hands and say “no!”* it filled me with such rage and hatred. i think it’s justifiable to kill spammers. i think it’s ok. and think no court of law would convict us. i would give them the puppy dog green eyes, and speak to them in my widdle voice and they would set us free. the question is, how shall we kill them. thoughts? suggestions?

Dan Wheeler’s Happy Freaking Ray of Goddamn Sunshine… funny comics!

i’m the happiest little 12″ powerbook carrying girl in the whole wide world right now. tonight is writing group. we are meeting here at the infamous third place books. which is fun, because there is a food court with a fab bakery. but the bestest most delightful delicious thing ever about meeting here… free wi-fi connection!! i’m so in love with squishy and her airport extreme card right now.
i’m reading a book by neil gaiman called “neverwhere.” and i’m enjoying it thoroughly! i was not surprised that i enjoyed it, but i was surprised i am enjoying it as much as i am. it’s funnier than i was expecting. i have some of the first sandman volumes on hold at the library, having been inspired to do so by a conversation i had with louise. the wait was longer than i wanted, so i also put this novel on hold. and it’s delightful! on the back of the book, it list’s the author’s website, neilgaimon.com so i checked that out as well. he has a journal/blog and you know what? i liked that too! *clapping hands with glee* so now, even though i’ve only read part of one book, and a blog, i’m giving a big thumbs up to neil gaiman. i’ve decided to become a big fan. hooray!
i think i should probably go write some stories now. as this not a journal/blog writing group, per se.

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