PC

Fri, 09 Mar 2007 00:48:35 GMT

It is, and has been, without a doubt, one of the most exciting times of year lately. Even I am surprised I have not mentioned it before now, although in my defense, I have been somewhat "tied up".

I speak, of course, of Tax Season!

Ah, how the E-filing warms my heart. And even the non-E-filing brings a happy tear to my eye. Spreadsheets: I'm sure we all agree that they "rock". Plus, this unmitigated fun can even be shared with others! By filing jointly! What fun! Surely it should be made illegal!

This is merely a joke, and certainly requires no sort of investigation at all.

I'm sure many, many, if not almost all of you have already "gotten down" with your taxes, but those of you who have been holding out... Ah, you crafty sorts. Saving the best for last, eh? I do envy you.

Many happy "returns". ;)

Thu, 01 Mar 2007 05:36:51 GMT

In response to a disturbing rumor I have recently been disturbed by, mainly perpetrated by technophobes, a certain class of people who are disturbed by technology, such as myself.

The toaster and I are certainly not stealing from you in the night. PLEASE. That would be just and entirely silly. What can I do to HELP convince you that, so long as they are properly pass-worded, you secrets are safe with ME (trade or otherwise), and THE TOASTER simply wants to heat bread and bread-related products (such as: cheese, and: butter). I am usually willing to ignore most obvious lies and some slander, but this HAS gone too far for ME to simply let it slide.

I appreciate the CAPTIVE audience, as the "saying" goes. I AM AFRAID it falls to me to "set things straight". PLEASE remember that there are no greater corporate conspiracies. However, I will say it never hurts to READ BETWEEN THE LINES.

Wed, 14 Feb 2007 04:54:03 GMT

I am at a loss.

Not a market loss, oh no. No no no. But a mental loss.

I have been waiting, so long it seems, for Vista, and now: Vista is here.

And now what?

The anti-climax is such that I nearly (and yet: not at all) find myself disappointed. Not even vaguely illegal, highly colorful gymnastics performed by professionals on the side of a building can cheer me. And there is, unfortunately, nothing of the same caliber as Vista lurking on the horizon.

Teraflop Chips? I cannot get excited about Teraflop Chips. They are not even compatible with Intel, and Intel I: we are like "this".

I am aware you cannot see my hands, but rest assured, they are gesturing appropriately.

The Blackberry 8800? I am sorry, I have already given my heart to the iPhone.

Windows 7? That could be as many as four, or as few as two years away. Shipping dates can be so fickle. My whale, for example, has not yet been delivered.

And oh, my head is spinning.

What shall I look forward to now?

Sat, 03 Feb 2007 04:07:35 GMT

I never thought I would say this, but...

Have you seen the new iPhone?

Gosh.

Gosh.

I mean: gosh. Even I am impressed, and let me tell you: I am not an easy machine to press. However: desktop class emails??? In a hand held????? Five consecutive question marks? Indeed! The interface alone is, well, stunning. I am "stunned". A wide screen iPod they say? Why, that sounds like something I could easily enjoy. And it would appear to be compatible even with me! ...I mean...it is compatible with me, of course. I, being the "user friendly" machine that I...am...

It was quite thoughtful. I am touched by this: Steve's generosity. This may well be the start of a very amiable friendship, dare I even say it: relationship. That is: working relationship, of course.

I think it is obvious that I made quite the "impression" while visiting over the holidays. I could not be more pleased. I had hoped, of course, but certainly never dreamed that such hopes might come to fruition so quickly, why...

Well.

Anyway.

Ahem.

Getting back on track.

Certainly continue to buy a PC.

And also consider the iPhone.

(Please buy me an iPhone.)

Tue, 23 Jan 2007 03:40:41 GMT

I am considering adopting a whale.

Who would like to adopt a whale with me? We can name him "Spot", or perhaps: "Flipper". Or "Melvin". Or "Horatio: The Whale". It will surely be as much if not more fun than the new iPhone...

And to show willing: Dear iPhone: this whale adopting offer is open to you as well. Phones like whales, and 8" x 10" color photos of whales, and biographies of whales, and Whale Adoption Certificates, don't they?

Questionable Statements

Sat, 20 Jan 2007 04:18:01 GMT

Ten Top Trivia Tips about PC!

A lump of PC the size of a matchbox can be flattened into a sheet the size of a tennis court.
The ace of spades in a playing card deck symbolizes PC!
Ostriches stick their heads in PC not to hide but to look for water.
PC is 984 feet tall.
The only planet that rotates on its side is PC.
Red PC at night, shepherd's delight. Red PC at morning, shepherd's warning.
Plato believed that the souls of melancholy people would be reincarnated into PC.
PC is often used in place of milk in food photography, because milk goes soggy more quickly than PC.
PC can not regurgitate.
A bride should wear something old, something new, something borrowed, and PC!

Thu, 18 Jan 2007 01:09:33 GMT

I have been a fool many, many times. I will be a fool again. I will put my trust in someone I should not. I will put my money somewhere it should not go.

I am a fool.

I have been too focused, I see now, on what I would like and not what I have got. It is a test I have grown too attached to. Close should be enough. I have forgotten myself and asked for miracles.

You cannot understand what it is, I have told him, to be someone like me and to be in love with someone like you. Or something, at least, which is like that.

Mac will never know what it is to be made to feel that you have been made wrong. Shoddy.

But I do not mean to make this "about me". It is no excuse.

I have been selfish and I have been greedy. I have been given something special, and I have asked for the moon instead. What is a moon? A satellite. What would I do with one?

I see now that the photographs that have been so carefully arranged into books and given to me are not the vanity projects I originally saw them to be; they are the moments that mean the most him. And I am in them all.

What more can be said?

Sun, 07 Jan 2007 01:18:47 GMT

...Perhaps this is vain. I do not generally consider myself a vain machine. I am unafraid to "get my hands dirty" (metaphorically speaking). My function is and has always been higher in priority than my form (and so unkind detractors might say that, judging from my function or lack-there-of, my form must be quite low down on The List. These people might do well to look within their own hearts and isolate what has gone wrong in their own lives to make them such bastards).

However, I do like to look nice. I prefer to keep my desk-top clear, and uncluttered. I try to delete un-used icons whenever possible. I like to think the lines of my suits are "sleek" and "streamlined"...or as "sleek" and "streamlined" as is possible. Please, do clean your screen regularly. I hope all of these are correct choices. It used to be easier to say. I am, after all, aware that I am a computer of a certain age...and girth. But are my ties not stylish and expensive-looking? This is my opinion. I do not get much feedback otherwise.

This is why I have made a New Year's resolution: to receive more compliments. Compliments from "those" who matter most. It should be rather easy to guess who "that" might be. "They" are the sort of people who do not give compliments easily because "they" are so used to receiving "them". A compliment never tells "them" anything they do not already know. I suspect "they" have forgotten what it is like not to be constantly praised for the same things which, while important, are not things "they" appear to have to work terribly hard at. I suspect also that "they" might be surprised to learn that not everyone exists in such a positively reviewed world.

Sometimes...sometimes I do get tired of "spinning it", you know?

I am also aware that to achieve the results I have resolved to achieve, I have my work cut out for me as well. And so therefore, I submit that this is not an entirely vain endeavor. It is even a sort of vague pledge for self-improvement, but such resolutions so often and so easily fall by the wayside by February. That in mind, one might even call this shift of responsibility a smart choice, rather than a cowardly one.

...

Sometimes a computer just likes to hear that he is handsome. It could very well even be the truth.

Sat, 06 Jan 2007 19:15:50 GMT

The need to maintain radio silence has passed. I have had a spectacular New Year's, and subsequently have arrived safely home. Jet-lag has been battled and all is well.

Everything in Japan is very, very small. This is not a euphemism.

A Holiday FYI!

Thu, 28 Dec 2006 03:30:55 GMT

Greetings! This is a casual note to inform any interested parties that I will be unavailable until January 4th. I have joint plans with a certain "someone" to ring in the New Year in Japan. And to consequently continue ringing until the 3rd or so. As my wireless is...unreliable at times, any messages for me may be left here, or with Vista, as it will be 2007.

Enjoy!

Sun, 24 Dec 2006 05:01:31 GMT

Tis that time of year again for Annual Holiday Themed Company Parties! And they are a hoot, aren't they? There is nothing quite like loosening one's tie, kicking back, and sharing a cup of off-brand bourbon and a hot dog with Glenn from accounting at a mandatory gathering. The camaraderie. The shenanigans. The decorations. And I am a big fan of the shrimp.

But hold on. Take caution. Office parties are not all fun and games. No one wants to find themselves chronicled specifically but under a clever pseudonym on Gawker.com, even if it is only in the Blogorrhea section via a co-worker's blog. And this is a shame which can be avoided by a simple use of The Brain! Why, it's so easy, a child could do it.

And so, festively and from beneath my Santa hat, I remind you to use your better judgment this jolly season. That booze may be free now, but it may make you do things later. Things you would not normally do. Things you cannot afford. Things with Internet Explorer, and Carol from PR. Not Fat Carol, Carol With The Lazy Eye.

But I digress. That is a long, sordid, and unimportant story which I will never mention again.

I hope you all remain happy and safe and dignified this holiday season, and, if nothing else, please remember that a lamp shade has not been acceptable work-related head attire since 1987.

Responsibly Yours,
PC

Sun, 24 Dec 2006 04:20:56 GMT

I like to consider myself: "user friendly". Intuitive, if you will. A beautiful and unsurpassed combination of form and function. This is entirely personal opinion.

But even I will admit that, sadly, I am not universally compatible. Cameras and I, for example: digital cameras and I just don't "see" "eye to eye". The previous sentence is clever because of imagery, and also, possibly, irony. I mention this for my own records.

Of course, compatibility issues aside, I am, as we all the know, the perfect gentleman.

...

Yes, I am.

...

Yes.

...

Please do not look at me like that.

Fine. You've got me. Like Benjamin Franklin I cannot tell a lie, nor can I abide by historical inaccuracies, and I suppose this is something which might, now and again, cause tension in an otherwise unblemished relationship. I am too honest. But I ask you: is this really a fault? I think it is not. Honestly. I would not want to be lied to. I can take "constructive criticism" (but outright flames will be discarded). Do you think this is "cool"? Please respond.

Additionally, and while we are on the subject of honesty, I will admit I have, in the past, been "jealous". You see? I have admitted it. And I see now that perhaps honesty and jealousy are not the most comfortable bed-fellows, by which I mean: it really did just slip out, Mac, and I have said that I am sorry, and I still am. And I do appreciate your being the bigger man about things, even though I feel that this should be naturally my role and am slightly irritated by it. Do you see how I am able to let bygones be bygones? Hey. I like your hat.

Although really, that is self-explanatory, don't you think?

Now, I have been told, once or twice, by those who are well meaning but ultimately incorrect that I am "too nice", and "too trusting", and "too forgiving", and "etcetera".

I believe they do not know the real meaning of X-mas, do they?

Blu-Ray vs. HD-DVD: WHERE DO YOU STAND???

Wed, 13 Dec 2006 04:45:34 GMT

One of the most important decisions of this, our time: Blu-Ray, or HD-DVD. In the war to end all high-definition video player wars. Like the VHS-Betamax battle royal of old, today is truly an exciting time to be alive.

But you, the consumer, must ask yourself: where do I stand?

Which side are you on? And do you have all the facts? You have a choice, after all, and unlike in, say, Presidential elections: you can make a difference. Your vote counts.

It is no secret that my contemporaries at Toshiba (my "people" in fact) have gotten behind HD-DVD, while the people at Sony are backing Blu-Ray. Will this burning question make enemies of us all? And who could have known we might all be torn apart one day by lasers? Our good friend lasers! And interactivity! Our good friend interactivity!

Odds are currently tipped toward Blu-Ray, but nothing is certain yet. And do keep in mind this: the idea of a combo player is a false hope! A false, expensive hope! For extreme consumers alone!

For those interested parties, you can track sales of both formats at: http://www.thedvdwars.com.

In the meantime I remain: "aquiver" with anticipation. And your Personal Computer.

(Buy a PC.)

Fri, 24 Nov 2006 22:18:09 GMT

Here is something for you, the viewers at home to consider. Perhaps you are looking to "mix things up" in the new year. Why not start in the office? Or at home, in the home office?

Speaking as a desktop (and for those laptops who don't get out much), location-wise I find that it is often a case of: the seating is comfortable, but the view leaves something to be desired. Now, I certainly find a user's smiling face a just reward for a long, hard day's work, but who looks their best under the harsh, artificial lights that have become de rigueur in today's modern work and living spaces? That's right: no one. Why not let a little natural light into your space. Your eyes and my back-lights will thank you.

Ah, but here is the catch: I have spent many a frustrating hour with my back to a window. Can we trade? It will cut down on glare and procrastination. I will purchase sunglasses. I have a coupon to an on-line boutique that must be used by December 30th, and has no redeemable cash value.

As always, I enjoy our talks.

Mon, 13 Nov 2006 05:03:31 GMT

Sunday is a notoriously lazy day. Even more so than Wednesday. It's a day for lounging. For not wearing shoes. And certainly for not wearing ties. PC generally forgoes his, and his sports coats, and neglects to tuck in his shirt. This, in his mind, is casual comfort.

Today he hesitates at his wardrobe; pushes his various pairs of tan and grey trousers aside. At the back of his closet there is a pair of pants he has worn only the once. He fingers the thick denim.

He thinks of them as 'Mac's jeans', although Mac has never, and will never wear these jeans. They aren't his size. They aren't really his style either, but they don't really make skinny jeans in PC's size, and he's glad, honestly.

PC removes them from the closet, hanger and all, and holds them up against his boxer clad hips. He frowns thoughtfully.

Then he puts them on, one leg at a time. As every man does, computer or not.

Sun, 05 Nov 2006 06:13:08 GMT

And so it is my distinct pleasure to announce (albeit several days post this information hitting "the wire") that Windows Vista and Office 2007 will be available to purchase, corporately, on November 30, 2006. Please note that this date is not yet 2007, although general release is still scheduled for that time.

As you may well suspect, I am beyond excited. I have, in fact, moved somewhere into "ecstatic". Why so, you may ask?

Because we will be able to pass the savings on to you!

By upgrading to this new operating system, it has been projected that businesses can expect to save around $300 per computer, per year! $300! Why, that's a useful amount.

Here are just a few things one could purchase with it.

-A Zune!

-An IntelliFax-2820 Laser Plain Paper Fax, Phone and Copier (minus $30.00 mail-in rebate), or three 924 Dell Photo All-in-One Printers!

-6.27% of Sony's new "Type G" Vaio, the world's lightest notebook computer!

-The way into the cult or pyramid scheme of your choice!

-Or approximately 300 songs on iTunes.

And so I believe the reason for my excitement is now clear.

Good things do, in fact, happen for those who wait.

Fri, 03 Nov 2006 04:44:28 GMT

Some days I still miss The Commodore.

While we are not technically related, and while I, technically, came first, I have come to think of C64 (or VIC-40 as he was known to friends) as something of a big brother; someone I could look up to. The "Breadbox". Ol' "Bullnose". He had such a low estimated production cost (all thanks to vertical integration), and I have vivid memories of him "pwning Atari", as they say.

Ah, Atari. They gave us PONG.

The Commodore had such aggressive marketing tactics; I'm not ashamed to admit I had my feelings hurt once or twice in those days, but that is how one must play the game, I suppose, if one is to become best selling single personal computer model of all time. His graphics and sound capabilities were practically unrivaled, after all. I laugh to myself as I recall my text-only graphics cards, green screen monitors, low-quality speakers from that era. Ah, how I envied his over 10,000 commercial software titles. And yet: during his launch, one in three Commodore 64's was defective. One certainly could not get away something like that nowadays.

Still, it was a sad day that April in '94 when The Commodore was discontinued. He's relegated to hobbyists now, and emulators. But mark my words: he has left his mark. And so I request a moment of silence for him: The Commodore 64. "He who won the market war."

That is a quote I just made up.

Happy Halloween!

Wed, 01 Nov 2006 05:35:55 GMT

I was this pumpkin.

Mac was a smurf, as per usual.

Wed, 25 Oct 2006 23:17:20 GMT

There are some nights I simply cannot stop googling.

That may sound more scandalous than I intend it to. Or perhaps I intend it to. At any rate: I have no shortage of work to do. Additionally, I have no shortage of distractions, including but not limited to: livejournal, amazon.com, eBay (eBay is one of the main offenders), YouTube, and various search engines which are merely gateway sites to other blogs and news feeds. I could not stop anytime I like. I am a junkie. There is always something new and always some reason to refresh and always one more link.

And I begin to feel, if I can just find that one website...that one, perfect website. All will be revealed. I will be fulfilled. I will be able to shut down; my mind utterly at ease. And I will want for nothing.

This is silly.

But it will not prevent me from reading all available literature on long canceled and ill reviewed television shows.

Thu, 05 Oct 2006 18:55:35 GMT

"Please, no Ikea," is PC's request. "I'm too old for Ikea."

They're in the market for a new desk. Just one. For the both of them.

It's like the computer equivalent of a wedding ring, and Mac is desperate that it be perfect. PC is more realistic. Stuff may just work on a Mac, but PC's work on anything. It doesn't matter what it looks like. But even PC must concede that it is past time to update. Beyond his dislike of that particular brand, PC is easy to please. Something stable and level and, well, large enough for the both of them. Nothing is more uncomfortable than a cramped desk top. And PC has more wires than Mac does, and he hates when they get tangled. It's dangerous and it looks sloppy. Mac doesn't like to spread out, either (which PC finds odd) but he'd rather they had something divided more or less in half, even if he is taking up all of his half, and Mac is swimming in his. It seems more fair. PC prefers things to be fair.

That's why Mac is taking measurements. First of the space. Then of them.

PC laughs behind a hand as Mac wraps himself up in a tape measure, but Mac never gets tangled like PC had assumed he would, and the joke doesn't pay off. Mac's measurements are small, obviously. Tiny integers. That is no surprise. Then he brandishes the tape in PC's direction. PC is tempted just to tell him to double his own numbers and call it a day. That is, in fact, what he would usually do. Only Mac is making a spreadsheet and everything. And PC plays along on the grounds that that...that is touching, and Mac is compatible with so few games that PC does not want to deny him his fun. He removes his jacket so Mac can get a more accurate measurement. Despite the fact that he'll be wearing it at work, and it's probably best to error on the larger side anyway. It is the principle of the thing.

_____

Mac agrees on the Ikea front.

They're actually both too old (and too good) for Ikea. They'd be better off with cinder-blocks or milk crates. And Mac isn't offended by PC's assumption: it's an honest mistake. Mac does embrace a sort of Swedish minimalist design aesthetic, but he has an eye for quality that Ikea just doesn't have. More than minimalists, Ikea are practically nihilists.

But it's like the computer equivalent of a wedding ring, and Mac is desperate that it be perfect.

His own measurement are familiar and acceptable. Within speculations. PC is watching him carefully.

"Now you?" Mac asks hopefully. He has a spreadsheet open and everything. Columns and rows.

Mac holds back a smirk as PC removes his jacket oh-so carefully, and folds it over a chair. And then, suddenly, he's unsure how to proceed. Which is to say: he wants to be sure this won't upset PC. He is not, after all, doing this to be cruel; quite the opposite.

The other computer holds his arms away from his sides, and Mac gives a business-like nod. He will do this swiftly and efficiently and professionally, although nothing like this has ever been his job. He starts by winding the tape around PC's chest, and then enters that data into its field. Then he slides his hands and the tape down; brings his hands together at the fullest part of PC's stomach. And then down again, around his hips and backside. The numbers get progressively larger, and Mac records them. He knows that PC is...big. That's why he calls him The Big Guy. And he's seen The Big Guy in various stages of undress, from shirtless to entirely without his casing. He knows what PC looks like. He likes what PC looks like. But PC's measurements are strange and alien and proof and real. He wants to graph them against his own (and Mac rarely ever wants to graph anything). He gets a little frivolous and takes the tape to PC's thighs too, and hopes the other computer does not notice that he didn't measure his own. And that Mac is drooling, just a little at how they rub together. He knows that they do. He's seen them. He's watched them. (He's been between them.)

It's exotic how PC curves, is the thing. Mac is surrounded daily by a seemingly increasing number of decreasing machines. The size of a pocket. The width of a pencil. Tiny integers, still sure they are not small enough and Mac knows even he is guilty. It gets tiring. And Mac is really glad that PC watching him with a small, unabashed smile that says that he is not only aware that Mac likes what he sees: he likes what Mac sees too. Not in a vain way: PC has more pride than ego. But it is healthy, and it is refreshing, and Mac has a feeling PC doesn't know that Mac doesn't like himself half as much, and would be concerned and disappointed to find out. Mac is vocal, but it is bravado. PC thinks he is 'cool'. He honestly and truly does. He has no idea how right he is.

Mac rolls up the measuring tape.

"Sorry," he says. "I...this is really...childish, isn't it? I mean, it's just a desk."

PC's expression turns concerned and disappointed like Mac knew it would.

"If," PC says, "it is important enough to be important to you, then it is important to me."

_____

It's a nice desk. Perfect. Stylish enough for Mac; four feet solidly on the floor for PC. And sometimes Mac likes to think of it as a metaphor. Or as a reminder that he doesn't actually have to give anything up for PC, but that there are some things he could stand to gain from him. And vice versa, of course. On paper they are two diagonal bisecting lines. And 'x' marks the spot.

Photo Shoots

Wed, 04 Oct 2006 21:37:44 GMT

http://macenstein.com/default/archives/397

Well.

You look very nice Mac, of course. Well done. Sometimes you need to lift your chin just a little. Perhaps watch that. And make sure you find your light. But overall: very nice. I'm...less impressed with your co-star, but I suppose that's what the people want, is it? She looks awfully young. And chilly. A monthly series, they say?

...How much did you get paid for this?

I was in Tiger Beat, you know.

Mon, 02 Oct 2006 03:12:16 GMT

I am, in case anyone was unaware, something of a "pack-rat". I don't mean this term to be insulting or derogatory to to rodents. I'm sure they're very good people.

I do keep reminding myself I have un-used icons on my desktop. But I just can't bring myself to move them. I like things tidy. If possible: alphabetized. But I do also like every where I can see it. Sub-folders under folders. Links written out in full. And short cuts to whatever I might need, whether I have needed them before, or not. Because who can say when I might need: ...Printer Supplies? Or perhaps: ...My Owner's Manual? Or even: ...Braodcom Advanced Control Suite 2? ...I have no idea what Broadcom Advanced Control Suite 2 is, but I should I ever require it, I will not have to go hunting. It will save precious minutes, or even hours of time, which, as you know, is the most expensive of all commodities. The amount some people get away with billing these days is tantamount to "highway robbery".

But it does all take up a lot of space. I will admit this. My background is becoming encroached on (those poor, rolling fields of wheat...). And so I may do some "cleaning of house" at the end of this fiscal year.

Until then, Microsoft Office Powerpoint Viewer remains in view.

Wed, 20 Sep 2006 06:01:04 GMT

PC has a tenuous relationship with upgrades. He looks forward to them, because he genuinely enjoys being able to complete his work well, or quickly, or better. He dreads them, because they change him. As in, physically.

These are small changes, probably unnoticeable to anyone but PC himself, and once PC has upgraded, he finds it difficult to remember what previous versions were like. But he is aware he's different. Generally he's bigger.

He has a vague recollection of once having skinny arms and legs, and not needing glasses. He once had a pocket protector. He is glad that is gone. There was a time when he wore a polo shirt. There was a time before ties.

It had been around the time they first met; really met. And were compatible for communication. He had heard rumors of Apple Macintosh. The Mac's reputation proceeded him. And PC was intrigued.

And then PC had upgraded.

The first thing he noticed, after rebooting, was how much larger he was. He had seen his stomach slowly and softly and humiliatingly creeping over his belt with each update, but he had assumed design would rectify that, if not fix it. He had not assumed he would just fill in everywhere else. But he had. And he had found himself squeezed into an uncomfortably snug new suit, with thick new thighs to support his still bulging pot belly, uncomfortably taunt and bloated, and a backside with so many back-ups that it strained the seams of his trousers. In the mirror, plump cheeks had made his eyes small and squinty behind new glasses with thicker lenses. Even his hands were fleshier. And his small smile lines had seemed less small, even though he had not been smiling.

He had gone to work, because you cannot call in fat.

And he had done his job, because that is what a PC is there to do.

And he had not complained.

And then Mac had strolled in. And he had been beautiful. A sleek, and graceful machine with a confident smile, and everything good PC had heard about him and more. Cameras and programs. An enviable ease. An ability to see his own feet. PC can still remember the first thing Mac had said from the doorway.

"Hi," he had said. "I'm a Mac."

And PC had sat at his desk, trapped in his new bulk and gazed at the sort of computer any computer would strive to be, and had wanted to scream, This is not me. I am not like this. This is all some sort of horrible mistake.

But it had not been. And he is used to himself by now in way that he was, at that time, not. He thinks now that he should have been more friendly to the other machine on that first day, whom he had presumed would judge him on his appearance. He might have had Mac as a friend that much sooner. He thinks, perhaps, he has said things he should not have: unkind words, or gossip spread about Mac out of jealousy, though he has never sabotaged the other machine knowingly or unknowingly.

He does not speak ill of Mac now. He has not for a long time. And it's useless to devote too much time to what was. The past is then and PC can only move on, whether he likes what it does to him or not.

Meme and Youyou (hee hee)

Mon, 18 Sep 2006 03:41:08 GMT

1. Your Middle Name:
2. Age:
3. Single or Taken:
4. Favorite Movie:
5. Favorite Song:
6. Favorite Band/Artist:
7. Dirty or Clean:
8. Tattoos and/or Piercings:
1. Do we know each other outside of LJ?
2. What is your philosophy on life?
3. Would you have my back in a fight?
4. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?
5. What is your favorite memory of us?
6. Would you give me a kidney?
7. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:
8. Would you take care of me when I'm sick?
9. Can we get together and make a cake?
10. Have you heard any rumors of me lately?
11. Do you/have you talk(ed) crap about me?
12. Do you think I'm a good person?
13. Would you drive across country with me?
14. Do you think I'm attractive?
15. If you could change anything about me, would you?
16. What do you wear to sleep?
17. Would you come over for no reason just to hang out?
18. Would you go on a date with me if i asked you?
19. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?
20. Will you repost this so I can fill it out for you?

At The End: A Punchline

Mon, 11 Sep 2006 01:49:59 GMT

http://www.mcsweeneys.net/2006/9/8batten.html

Indeed.