the diary of antoine roquentin

Cassius – The Sound of Violence, Telephone Love

I have accomplished absolutely nothing today. I haven’t even washed my clothes. I attempted to get dressed so I could leave the house and go get some canned air to clean out my computer, but I sort of got dressed up and realized that I didn’t want to spend money to drive into town to get one single item. I really need to get some of that stuff sometime soon though, my room smells faintly of singed dust whenever I turn on the computer. I guess I did do one thing. I popped all the keys off my keyboard and rearranged them into the Dvorak layout. Which basically means I can’t touch type anymore. So far today it’s been quite helpful in making the use my voice recognition. I was lurking around eBay today looking at cases from old Macs, wondering if I could mod my computer into fitting inside of a G5 case. I saw some cool G5 cases on eBay, but they were all stripped down, with nothing to hold the drives or motherboard.

I can’t help but comb eBay for a cheap PowerBook G4s. I really want a laptop, but I would only buy a PowerBook, and it wouldn’t run voice recognition. I’m just bored with my computer. I guess that I should concentrate on saving up the $1500 or so that the Intel-based PowerBooks will cost instead of complaining that they don’t exist. I’m incredibly bored. I want my chain mail links to arrive and I want my iPod. Now. I checked the shipping thing, and my iPod is in Anchorage, Alaska. It’s still pretty far away, but at least it’s on the same continent as me now. I just don’t know what I am going to do for the rest of the night. I’m about 150 pages into that James Joyce novel and I am completely and utterly bored out of my mind with it. Fuck James Joyce. Fuck Ulysses.

I saw this PowerBook with a broken screen that looked pretty cool. It would be really expensive to fix the screen, but I could just use an external display with it. I don’t remember how much it was though. $400 would be a lot of money to spend on something that didn’t really work. Damn it, now I’m going back to eBay. I have absolutely nothing to do. Well, nothing that I want to do. I should be working on Matt’s web site, but I don’t care. He needs to pay me. And I’m too shy to ask for moola.