I was borderline convinced that no-one actually reads this blog, but upon checking a small number of related systems, I have concluded a substantial amount of people do. Sadly, I have no idea who any of you people are, except I probably know most of you in person, and you’ve been reading all of my blog entries since the dawn of time.

And I have only a vague bracket of possible people you people could be.

Creepers.

I will track your ip address with a gui made in visual basic.

So I got a new coffee cup, it’s pretty exciting. I mean, I’m not really sure how exciting coffee cups get, but it could be exciting if you’re… into coffee cups.

It came with expensive features such as a handle and an interesting rim around the bottom. It also appears to have substantial capacity. It kinda feels like a brick though.

I guess they thought it would be a value added feature if they included a sticker on the bottom. I’m not really sure about this however.

I’m not really that fond of it actually, I think I like my other coffee mug more.

I put a cheap pair of headphones next to the coffee cups for comparison.

It’s probably an understatement to say I’m bored.

So I bought more memory.

I now have 4GB of memory, but apparently my Windows install can only use 3.5GB of it. Time for Windows 7 x64 I guess.

I have no idea why it’s telling me Pen and Touch support is activated, as I don’t have a touchscreen.

I’m not sure what to think of Rebuild 2.0. It’s uh… completely different from the origonal anime. Whereas 1.0 was a compressed version of the original episodes, 2.0 is apparently where they thought “Ok, cool, let’s do something else now.”

For the most part, this is ok I guess. I’m not to fond of the parts where they switch to some light-hearted song about remaining friends for ever and ever while Unit-01 disembowels one of the angels with it’s mouth.

..but aside from this scene, and one that’s just like it, it’s not that bad I guess.

It’s just kinda… strange. Yeah.

I found this flower outside earlier, it was spinning when I found it initially. I really have no clue why it’s out there, but I’m rather fond of it for some reason. It adds a focal point to the otherwise boring lawn.

Of course, someone will kick it over or take it away, or it will break and degrade into garbage, or something of that sort, but beauty is fleeting.

I’ve always wanted a Furby, ever since I’ve been aware of it’s existence.  I don’t know why, it’s a Furby, I shouldn’t need a reason to want one.  However, during the Furby mainstay, my parents were quite unamused with the concept and provided a flat no.  Possible reasons for this vary from it not being particularly cheap to them not wanting to hear it talk over and over again.

Also no-one gave me money when I was little, not in any significant amount, that would allow me to buy a Furby.  At some point when I was capable of buying things on my own, I had things I wanted more than a Furby, such as computer games and other nonsense.

But now I have a pseudo-job! a college students!  Empowered to buy things like an army of Furbies.  Will I?  I dunno.  That’s alot of Nerf guns…

There sits a white-board on my door, it has a faded Nietzsche quotation, simply…

Perhaps I know best why man alone laughs, for he along suffers so greatly he had to invent laughter.

I find truth to this quote.   Over the years I’ve become something I’m not, yet I am now this person.  People confound me, I confound myself.  I feel like I’m losing intelligence over time, I feel like I’m always at a loss of what to say, and am generally sluggish and tired.  I don’t really have any interest in other people or things, and the few things I am interested in, no one else really finds interesting.  I constantly feel in a haze,

I just don’t care anymore.  I was going to finish this with something more complete or dramatic, but I can’t be bothered.

So I log onto Twitter.  I don’t do this very often, I’m following a grand total of five people, and am followed by an astounding number of two people.  I live with one of these people, leaving me with little to no reason to actually use Twitter in any meaningful way.

Moving on, I log on periodically anyway to see if someone has left some obscure update or something, simply because I have an account.  No such luck, I browser around a bit, conclude there’s a reason I don’t use Twitter, and ignore it for awhile.  I turn my attention to something else for awhile, setting up GPT on my laptop and make some obscure comment about that.  I close Twitter and largely forget about it.

About an hour later, I get an email.  I am not being followed by “Paragorn Software”

At this point, I am wondering why I am being followed by a software company, let alone followed by a software company sixty minutes after using Twitter for the first time in months.  Then I realize, it’s all quite simple really.  You see, Paragorn software makes products for Apple’s Mac OS X.  Specifically however, they make file system related programs for OS X, such as “NTFS for Mac® OS X 7.0″, which, as the title would imply allows you to use NTFS drives on OS X.

I, of course, have no intrest in paying $30 this when I could just download NTFS-3G for free, but that’s not the point.

The last status update I posted before I left, “SaderBiscut guesses Acronis can’t work with GTP disks, oh well“, mentiones Acronic.  Acronis is also a software company, but in context I am referring to one of their products, Disk Director, which lets you do filesystem related work.  GTP is me failing to spell GPT, GUID Partition Table, the partition table of the future, but it only works on Macs and some other rare PCs.   The best I can figure out is I got flagged by some Twitter-bot and randomly followed based on a parameter of words included in my post.  Otherwise I’m being stalked by a multi-national corporation.  What’s scary is I can’t help shake the feeling I’ve encountered them before in a similar context, on Twitter.

Shit.

"Not Stolen"

I always like to know that the used laptop I’m buying isn’t stolen, always a good thing.

So someone sent me a “gift request” for some game on Facebook called Farm.. Ville. It asked me to make a new account. I thought I had made an account on it, but apparently not.

Upon this time I realized I had made an account on Farm Town.  And not FarmVille.  Apparently, Zynga cloned Farm Town and made FarmVille.  The graphics are slightly better, but it’s the same game.