December 21st, 2004

worst. roommate. ever.

I thought the one housemate I had who turned out to be schizophrenic, stole other people's clothes, played Public Image, Ltd. at maximum volume 24 hours a day until he threw his own boom box out the window, and ended up beating down someone's door with a golf club was the worst roommate ever.

Clearly, I was wrong.

(If it ain't true...it really shouldn't be.)

(Update: Link has changed to here. Given that this new URL is slightly misspelled, it may change again...)

goddammit

Why does every frickin' keyboard nowadays have to have twenty million stupid "quick access" keys? If I want to pop up my browser or email, I'll, you know, click on it with my frickin' mouse.