Posted by: i-liners on: April 24, 2009
Posted by: i-liners on: April 2, 2009
I have over 600 things to read in my Google Reader and 3 other people to share the machine with. So I have no time for anything else on the ‘puter.
But this! I love Emily the Strange AND Jones Soda, so when they come together for a limited time (applying limited to anything makes it 75-100% better) I WANT IT. If only I still lived in the promised land.
Posted by: i-liners on: March 25, 2009
Ugh.
List of movies awaiting my viewership:
I want this camera so badddd…it’s so cheap! I’ll see what I can do, but I have no dollars, only Venezuelan currency and don’t know if our contact in the U.S. would be willing to do the transaction (without me having to spend all of my money).
Posted by: i-liners on: March 24, 2009
I used to write down all the things Nook/Able sisters had in their shop so I could check to see if I had them in my catalog.
Hah, I installed Ubuntu on my laptop. I mean, I couldn’t do anything when it had Vista, way too slow so I tried like a gazillion times to put Ubuntu on it from this old cd I’d burned, and on the gazillionth time it worked.
Ditched it cuz it wouldn’t play dvd’s, had to install an extension and I don’t have wifi and my modem wouldn’t be recognized..
These are so cute! If only cuz ame’s character has them in Animal Crossing.
The iDog that I use as dust-collector.
Trying to light bulbs and alarms. Worked! Felt smart.
Someone doesn’t like to get their picture taken.
And someone else loves to look adorable! while sleeping.
Posted by: i-liners on: March 23, 2009
I absolutely love this kind of day. It’s post-rainy morning, still cloudy, everyone in the apartment is sleeping or quietly doing their own thing. There’s a breeze coming through the living room. The cars outside are not honking. (Ok just now a car alarm went off but it’s off now! Didn’t even have to wait 10 minutes) All’s to be heard are the car tires splashing along on the street.
Makes me want to curl up on my bed, read a book and eat yummy sweet things.
Posted by: i-liners on: March 19, 2009
Love Raymi’s reponse to this Postsecret postcard.
oh fuck her then. devout christians and selfish mothers will never not be intense, demanding, or bossy. whose life is it, yours or hers? seek out an encouraging replacement female and develop a strong bond with her instead.
Perfect. Exactly what I needed to (read). I will never satisfy her, so I’m just going to chill and be happy doing my own thing.
I’m in love with a new ice cream! M bought it yesterday from the grocery store, it’s got yogurt on one half and ornage+mango on the other yuuuuuuuuuum. I would put up a picture but it would take forever and the company site’s not working.
Going to see Religulous now bye. Oh and I saw Slumdog yesterday. Was ‘kay.
Posted by: i-liners on: March 18, 2009
Such great times. Orlando in the freezing weather (I swear it was freezing JUST for the days that we were there and no more but that was OK).
Posted by: i-liners on: March 12, 2009
I’ve been listening to the New Yorker fiction podcast before going to sleep (easiest method, shuts those voices in my head right up) and now I want to write and read. So I’m reading “The Hundredth Man” (hundredth, hundreth, hundreadth) and I have a typewriter in the back of my mind. About 3 or so years ago my dad came home from a garage sale with a box he said was for my sister Abi. In the box was a typewriter. (I think they’re called electric typewriters or autopmatic typewriters cuz they have this little screen and this spell-check feature) Anyway we all used that typewriter and loved it even though we’d had a computer in the apartment since 2000 (or so). Our love for this machine was renewed when the ink strip ran out and my dad went looking for a new one and…they were so cheap!
With all the moving we’ve done, though, it has been placed in the Unpenetrable Closet In My Mother’s Room. So if I want it, I need to equip myself with some armor, like an umbrella and a helmet, and face The Moving Boxes. Until then I’ll have settle for typing things out on a computer boring and having typewriters dancing around in my head.