I let somebody borrow my PowerBook for the night to do some video editing (hm… should I count this as hours?) and I am stuck using this POS Wintel box. The keyboard sucks on it, I’m having such a hard time typing with any measure of clarity. The other thing is that I have come to rely immensely upon Mac OS X’s built-in system-wide spellchecker. I’m a pretty darn good speller but there are times when I get tripped up on long words and it’s handy to have the system flag the word wherever I’m typing, whenever I’m typing. Alas, Windows fails me again. Surprise!
I do not generally make it a habit to post the inner workings of my mind on this site, for several reasons. One is that it’s the internet. I do not know who (or, in the case of Google, what) may be reading, misinterpreting, archiving, or otherwise utilizing this site, for ill or good. Two is that I find that there are plenty of other blogs where people post their internal anguish, and I would much rather have my site included in the minor majority than just the vast majority. Three is that I am almost unreasonably introverted, meaning that introspection is the means with which I cope and deal. I keep my thoughts and feelings to myself and make internal judgements and analyzations about them, rather than displaying them to the world and receiving others’ opinions. To a large extent this is probably just a guy thing, being in that we’re fact-oriented rather than feeling-oriented. I would much rather hear about what you did today than how you felt about today. This can get you into trouble though, methinks, in the form of shallow relationships, as you can hang out with somebody for years on this level but never really get to know what makes them tick. Trouble of this nature is especially apparent when dealing with members of the fairer sex, who think immensely different from those such as myself.
Which segues nicely into my next paragraph. Or it would have, if ten minutes ago when I wrote that last sentence I didn’t suddenly start thinking about the linearity, clarity, purpose, and flow of this post. By now I’ve forgotten where I was trying to go with the whole thing. Reasons include that it’s five in the morning. However, so as to not fully disappoint you, I will chronicle briefly the chief thoughts meddled within my head right now, which bear almost no relation to anything else I’ve written so far:
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
If you’re into root beer at all, you should take heed of the following advice: Sam’s Choice Fountain Style Root Beer really just isn’t worth buying. Plop down the extra dollar and buy some A&W or Barq’s. You’ll be glad you did.