So I couldn't stand using IE7 anymore, and downloaded Opera. It's actually not bad, but it takes getting used to. Instead of Firefox's tab-openers at the top of the browser, you have this Speed Dial page every time you open a new window, so you can just click on a huge, obvious icon to visit your saved pages. It's quite cool. I can't really compare anything about caching speed, because this computer is different from mine. When I do  get my own computer up and running(which, would be in quite a while's time), I may just use Opera instead of Firefox.

What I hate about not having ready access to a computer, is that I can't write about stuff that comes to me when I want to. By the time I get to the PC, I've lost every emotion that I felt at the time. I feel disabled, and this grimy piece of junk is my crutch. I feel as helpless as that guy who was shut in the sarcophagus in The Mummy. I can't even transfer my music back to my mp3 player. This computer doesn't have an SD card slot. Primitive.

And that brings me to my next topic. My sudden wanting to use my mp3 player again. About a month ago, I finally got a cellphone that could store and play music. Whoopee! I'd been wanting it for quite a while. It worked fine for me, it had a nice design, uniquely unlike anything anyone else had. Now I could make calls, and listen to music, for effectively less weight in my pocket! I actually measured, and I found that I dropped about 30% of the original mass I carried. Cool, eh?

Yeah, for a while, but then last week I was studying in the quiet of my home. My computer was down, so I got out my celly for some music. Gosh. Now that there were virtually no ambient noises, the flaws in my plan became so much more profound. From the beginning, I noticed a lot more background static from the phone than an ordinary player. I chose to ignore this. But now, it was unbearable. Even worse was the way the high notes were mutilated. Metallic whinings behind flute parts, and a horrible burst of static for every strong brass. I can never listen to jazz from that thing, ever again. So I dug up my old mp3 player, but then realising that it didn't have many of the more recent songs I umm, obtained. Ugh. So now I had a choice: A library with too few songs, or a static-ridden, music mutilating one. And it's all because my computer isn't working.

>.< I just noticed that Opera is messing with the alignment of text as I type. It's annoying.

As I walk along the streets, I notice alot of people with earphones, or headphones on. It makes me wonder, what are they listening to? Then I notice that my own ears are plugged. So, is anyone else wondering what I'm listening to? Would they assume, that this tall youth with what looks like coloured hair, is listening to some mainstream crap? The same way that when I see other teenagers, I think that they're having their eardrums ripped by music that I cringe when I think about? Sorry, but that's just what it looks like. Too many people are convinced that what they listen to is music. It's indescribable. That is NOT music. Real Rock died out in the 80's. What you have now, goes by the principal of "the louder the better". Someone who listens to lots of songs, by all the most popular and recent singers and bands. He is not musically inclined. At all. Ask them why they like it, and they say "I like the beats." This, people, is NOT a love for music. You cannot say that you love music, until you experience what music actually should be. Where is the harmony? Can you discern the blend of 8 different instruments, playing simoultaneously? Can you listen to four complentary rythms and tunes, without concentrating on any one of them? If all you hear are the words, or the base, then you have not been enlightened. And you will probably take offence to these words, and remain ignorant of the true beauty of music for the rest of your life. So if you want to feel a little more sophisticated, please go for the Oldies, since then you'll be able to use the excuse "The lyrics have more meaning than modern songs." All the same, it's still an excuse to listen to a catchy tune with a fun beat. Never, ever come to me and say "I like listening to Avril's stuff because I like the lyrics." because I swear, I will develop telekinesis on the spot, and smash your head into pulp, like it should exist as.

Oh yeah, umm. I happened to go to 7-Eleven the other day and I saw a rather peculiar arrangement. There were these Winnie the Pooh stuffed toys hanging on a shelf. This shelf, happened to be the Family Planning section. Pooh should never, ever be that close to condoms, lube, and vibrators. It's just wrong. It's like, "if the contraceptives didn't work, here are some toys for your new kid!" It's just plain evil. And it's also wrong that I sniggered at that thought.

And as I'm not at my own computer...no picture. I'm sad.


Looking at life from another angle
-Joe