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I've come across some startling revelations over the course of the day.
- Despite having grown up with the belief that I am in fact a woman, there's the possibility I might actually be the embodiment of stereotypical male-know-it-all. When handed I'm a manual to a product with the order to "read this and figure out how it works", my instant reaction is to recoil away, cross my index-fingers into a crude crucifix, and respond with "Why would I do such a thing? It has wires and things, and I have google at my disposal. I can figure it out myself!" (Sticky Note: Do I rely on Google too much? Or is this one of those questions better left unanswered? I don't know, I better google it.)
- Do you know that person? Y'know, the one who you ask an inane/rhetorical question about something on the computer, the one who says, "Do you want me to show you?" and then without waiting for an answer yanks away your mouse and keyboard and does it for you, then after a little bit of chaos and the occasional blue screen of death, presents your fixed problem with a look that says, "Aren't you so happy now? :D", and then realizes their faux pas about five seconds later and tries to quietly slink away and hope that you didn't actually notice any of that?
... that's me.
- If it were possible, when I write my entries/comments on LJ, I would totally put virtual stickies on about every other sentence. This is possibly why it takes me thirty minutes to reply to a simple question. (Eight to twelve hours if it's a serious question. A week if it's an e-mail.) (Sticky Note: Have I forgotten to e-mail somebody?)
- "Win the lottery and buy self, friends, and family shiny things" may not actually be a viable long-term goal. (Sticky Note: Why is life so cruel?)
- LJ's Rich Text Editor is not a benevolent creature.
- I really shouldn't skip lunch. Hunger makes me loopy.
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This.
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Win the lottery and buy self, friends, and family shiny things" may not actually be a viable long-term goal.
It's not? DANG!!! :-p
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Poor Neechan, when I'm trying to do music vids, she keeps having to look up how to work Adobe Premier, cause I can't be bothered, just wanna dive in and fiddle with it till I figure it out! ^_-
But that's what Neechans are for!
Besides, it's Premiere, and Adobe. Why would it want to be straight forward?I kid, only because Premiere and I have been having a lover's quarrel since college. I'm really impressed you manage to do such great work on it!It's not? DANG!!! :-p
Well, that's what the numbers are telling me. But they routinely lie to me, so it could be an elaborate hoax to deny me my winnings, and all of you bright, shiny things. *shakes fist at numbers*
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LOL, yeah, Premiere's new to me, but Photoshop and I...we go waaaaay back and still like to have many, as you say, "lover's quarrels"...or rather, full blown shouting matches. Adobe products are AWESOME, but at the same time, VERY *headdesk* inspiring! :-p
I'm really impressed you manage to do such great work on it!
Awww *blushes* Thanks! *huggles* Been trying to do more vids, but drawings been distracting me (as has NCIS, oops) and Premiere just EATS hours...DAYS! ^_-
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2. Nobody asks me anything rhetorical anymore. I wonder why.
3. It takes me an hour and then I delete them. Really. I delete three out of four comments, even comments on fanfic. I'm one of those 'favorites without leaving a review!' readers that people complain about on fanficrants.
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5. *peers at it*
6. I had fries with mayonnaise for lunch. Very unhealthy.
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2. Why do people keep asking rhetorical questions if they're so frustrating?
3a. I'm one of those 'favorites without leaving a review!' readers that people complain about on fanficrants. *gasp* YOU... YOU.... ahaha, I can't say a thing, because I've done that too. And it makes me feel like such a hypocrite, and like I'm somehow canceling out potential reviews for myself. Like karma.
3b. Haha... I've been working on a reply to a comment to
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5. Don't get too close. It bites. And then spits out a garbled mess of text.
6. Blaspheme! THIS (http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:3aHRfhLrYwh8PM:http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/what-are-french-fries.jpg) is the way fries are supposed to be eaten!