I would be very pleased if the dialog asking whether to replace an existing file in GNOME looked like this.

From $(fortune) as I logged in:

I think the world is ready for the story of an ugly duckling, who grew up to remain an ugly duckling, and lived happily ever after.

— Chick

from Vruba: Check out the Party Party.

For halloween, I want to go as The Patchwork Girl. That would be so much fun I’d even enjoy halloween for the first time in ever.

Sonny came home to her favorite room Sonny sat down in the kitchen She opened a book and a box of tools Sonny came home with a mission

She says days go by I am hypnotized I’m walking on a wire I close my eyes and fly out of my mind Into the fire

Sonny came home with a list of names She didn’t believe in transcendence It’s time for a few small repairs she said Sonny came home with a vengeance

She says days go by I don’t know why I am hypnotized I’m walking on a wireI close my eyes and fly out of my mind Into the fire

Get the kids and bring a sweater Dry is good and wind is better Count the years, you always knew it Strike a match, go on and do it

Days go by I’m hypnotized I’m walking on a wire I close my eyes and fly out of my mind Into the fire

Light the sky and hold on tight The world is burning down She’s out there on her own and she’s alright Sonny came home Sonny came home…

Random fact about Ari #301: She first heard Ani Difranco’s music at a talent show in 2000. She first heard a recording later that year.

Random fact about Ari #287: She first heard a Beatles song at age 14, “Birthday”, which we sung around the piano. She first heard a recording at age 17.

If I had a motorcycle right now, I’d have gone up to Elk Meadows and hung out in the fog hanging on the mountains until it was dark.

Jem has to leave first thing tomorrowtoday. Stupid sharkslawyers only operate on their own schedules. Sadness.

Oh, boy. Thanks anandabrat and whetherwoman. My turn now.

Post a comment to this entry and I’ll tell you what I adore about you. Then you have to post it on your livejournal.

From VH1’s site:

You can stick that lite music where the sun doesn’t shine. Neon plays rock music that is much brighter. Hey, it’s atomic number is 10, so that proves that this modern rock station is made to rock to a seismic beat that gives off an electric charge.

This month I am going to dance every day, sing every day, and play the cello every day.

I will clean my office. I will clean my house. I will set up the scanner, the public access terminal, and the printer.

It’s time for change again.

I hate love songs when my heart hurts.

I hate it when Susan looks at me and says “How are you?” and I feel her think “Poor young man” to herself as she says it.

I’m lonely and I need allies.

I should stop falling in love and fucking up friendships.

I miss Tessa. Dawn. Robyn. I hate missing people.

I don’t want to be tied here right now.

I want Frank to stop saying “Thanks, my man”.

Reargh

Is there a separate emotion called love?

Sometimes I think there is, but sometimes it just feels like happiness, joy even, and fear and exhilaration all coming together at once.

I still wonder.

Packages with a CanadaPost label on them always make me tremble

I’m nearly in tears for no reason at all. Hormones suck. Doubly so when not the right ones. I’m grumpy, angry and unhappy.