The stuff below was written yesterday, maybe the day before. If I read it I probably would do things to it. It’s not that I ignored it, my fans, blue ray, and second hard drive came. Still shocked that I’ve managed to do all this without a fuck up. I’ve built a lot of computers, and only ever had one major fuck up; I have had a lot of minor fucks, like leaving a scalpel in the patient’s chest. I did install one of the fans backwards, but I did that on purpose; one fan blows hot air out, the other blows air through . I wasn’t absolutely sure it would work, but it seems to be working great.
Thing about a board designed for an eight core processor is that it comes with all sorts of sensors and software to 1) make sure overclocking is easy and 2) make sure when you overclock that you don’t burst into flames. So, you know, I checked the fan sensors, the temps are cool and steady, and quiet. If I plugged products here; bang for the buck couger vortex 120mm case fans rock.
Heh. Maybe I did that on purpose. Made the intro the sort of thing that wouldn’t interest the folks interested in the below. It’s nothing but a chicken wing.
Wow. Sunny and I used to have this joke about a “friend” of hers, that if you said her name three times she’d show up. You’d think that would be a good thing, right? Yeah, no, sunny was constantly having falling outs with family and friends. So I mentioned Sunny in an entry yesterday (she doesn’t even know prosebox exists) and lo and behold, for the first time in over a year, I have a message on facebook from her.
I think she’d thrive in this town, she has passive aggressive down to a science. The message was very much like this, I mean I’m a word or too off of verbatim; You don’t know how much I miss you, I know you hate me. Please don’t say anything. It took me a lot of nerve to work up to just sending this.
For the passive aggressive impaired; You don’t understand emotional depth. You only know hate and I’m perceptive enough to realize this. Say something. I should be commended for this courageous act of reaching out to say absolutely nothing.
I know, it’s just an expression, the whole you don’t know how … except it really isn’t. I don’t use it, do you? I don’t real ask how someone is doing unless I genuinely care or tell someone to have a nice day unless, well, unless I’m being sarcastic. You don’t know is supposed to be an emphatic, like really or very, like something so whatever it is that the average person doesn’t comprehend. It’s insulting. It’s passive aggressive. The person who uses that phrase a lot also says things like “I’ll do you one better…” when you’ve just told them something, anything. My apologies if you use either phrase a lot. I mean my apologies that you are a douchebag and my apologies to your family and friends, if they are, in fact, your family and friends.
However, sunny sort of has a point, I don’t know how much she misses me, I imagine quite a bit, but I don’t know because I don’t care enough to think about it. She killed my dog and sold my life in Oregon for dope money. If I thought about her often I’d be angry and I don’t like being angry, it makes my throat tight, my heart race, and my precious little paws bundle up into fists.
Of course I said something back. I typed Ok. Mostly because I don’t take orders, even though I knew the order was backwards. Then I went and did important shit for real people. I came back to see the response not to FB, but to text her. Heh. Yeah, no. This phone number is staying pristine. Besides, I don’t have anything to say. I got a bet for any amount you care to wager that she wants money/a place to stay/sympathy. I’ll even add the joinder that if her request for money isn’t strong enough she’ll make up different good reasons for needing it (e.g. feeding the poor, a bus ticket, etc).
Maybe it’s my own vanity, but I have no doubt she actually misses me. I mean she might actually be a sociopath so I’m not sure about missing me in particular, but missing the whole three hots and cot part of me. I went above and beyond to leave her with at least a cot, she pissed it away. I just mean I have nothing to regret, I have no nagging three AM attacks of conscious where she is concerned. I’m not, however, unhappy to learn she is alive and, at least as of eight AM PST had access to internet. That’s sort of like being glad she’s not dead. Ok, that’s cold, I’m not really that invested to be that cold. If she hadn’t put my dog to sleep I’d probably even forget why I was mad at her in the first place, I mean I did forget, and then she killed my dog.
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