Dyno-myyyyyte
Dec. 13th, 2007 11:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ithikaI just have to say here and now, for the future when I will look back and read this only to say "how amusement!," that a 2TB harddrive is a hilariously gargantuan thing. It's like a shoe that's so big, that an old lady lived in it because she had so many children she didn't know what to do. TWO TERRABYTES. You could practically fit a whole person in that. If you chopped them up reeeal small.
Yeah I don't know what I'm on either. But I doubt it's any good. In fact it's probably nothing. And we all know that's not worth the effort.
I had a dream last night that I wrote a book, and it was turned into a movie. And Silent Bob style, I was in it as a small anecdotal character. Then I was on the red carpet in this amazing hooped skirt corset dress that Into Camelot used to sell, and I told some hip hop guy that I wouldn't go out with him because contrary to popular opinion, not everybody wants to jump his bones. Then I met Johnny Depp, and told him that I liked his work. Then he said that he would like a part in my next movie. Then I told a reporter that I wasn't interested in helping sick children or housing the homeless, that what I really wanted to do with my countless millions was to build a Flotilla of tall ships and sail the sea, fighting mock sea battles. I said that homeless kids could help build them if they wanted, but that they wouldn't be paid if they screwed up. Or if they didn't. Then I laughed and went to a coffee shop with Johnny Depp and Cate Blanchett and talked about how I didn't want to buy Prada sunglasses and that whaling is stupid and Britney Spears isn't fat. Then I woke up.
It's a funny thing. I feel really morose and quite self pitying most of the time at the moment. But it is making me sleep better. Isn't that odd? The worst thing is that I've had no interest in playing games, and I can practically feel my WoW subscription trickling away into nothingness. Is it a good thing? Not really, I wanted to acutally reach a decent level at some point in time, I have been playing this game for two years so I'd like something to come of it. Sure. I'm never going to have a Swift Netherdrake, or a Merciless Netherdrake or whatever they're called. But I'd like to have some kind of flying dragon thing. Bonnie understands me. She looks at me with those wisened Fox Terrier eyes and she says nothing. Which is exactly why I want to spend time with her. She asks no questions, offers no empty comforts. She doesn't say "so you failed, no big deal, you're still young." she doesn't say "maybe you can appeal" "maybe you can do a summer studio" "maybe you can do a supplementary assignment." She doesn't say anything, and that's what I want. She doesn't think about it either. She is an endless well of hugs and quiet contemplation. Her face is amazingly contemplative, for a dog's. Especially in contrast to Gypsie, who wouldn't know "quiet contemplation" if it came right up to her and stole the pig's ear right from between her jaws, with their shiny white fangs. Bonnie doesn't do anything undignified any more - her tail doesn't wag madly in the breeze unless she's not seen me in a while, or I'm carrying something she deems truly delicious. It's a casual "wag. wag." "thud. thud." She is casual in her happiness to see me. And she follows me wherever I go. Somehow she knows when I want lots of hugs and cuddles, and when I would rather just be by myself. And it's not just a matter of I tell her to go away, or I call her over. She just knows. Plus she really likes sleeping on my bed, and I only let her do that if she doesn't move off've her blanket, which I put on top of the doona. She sneaks one paw off've her "mat" and onto the covers. I pretend not to notice. But she's learnt she can't get much more than that over the imaginary line. In fact, I might go get her now. She has a little cave like bed she likes to sleep in too. She watches me type from it, and seems to think it all some kind of ridiculous fancy. I will miss her. But she is not allowed to die. She mothers Gypsie, who watches out from under her careful licking with a baleful eye. She is no lady, the puppy. A cheeky little devil (black face, black heart), perhaps, but certainly not the classy dignified dame that Bonnie has always been.
Stream of conciousness? Maybe. I can't remember what that really is. But I just wrote what I was thinking.
Yeah I don't know what I'm on either. But I doubt it's any good. In fact it's probably nothing. And we all know that's not worth the effort.
I had a dream last night that I wrote a book, and it was turned into a movie. And Silent Bob style, I was in it as a small anecdotal character. Then I was on the red carpet in this amazing hooped skirt corset dress that Into Camelot used to sell, and I told some hip hop guy that I wouldn't go out with him because contrary to popular opinion, not everybody wants to jump his bones. Then I met Johnny Depp, and told him that I liked his work. Then he said that he would like a part in my next movie. Then I told a reporter that I wasn't interested in helping sick children or housing the homeless, that what I really wanted to do with my countless millions was to build a Flotilla of tall ships and sail the sea, fighting mock sea battles. I said that homeless kids could help build them if they wanted, but that they wouldn't be paid if they screwed up. Or if they didn't. Then I laughed and went to a coffee shop with Johnny Depp and Cate Blanchett and talked about how I didn't want to buy Prada sunglasses and that whaling is stupid and Britney Spears isn't fat. Then I woke up.
It's a funny thing. I feel really morose and quite self pitying most of the time at the moment. But it is making me sleep better. Isn't that odd? The worst thing is that I've had no interest in playing games, and I can practically feel my WoW subscription trickling away into nothingness. Is it a good thing? Not really, I wanted to acutally reach a decent level at some point in time, I have been playing this game for two years so I'd like something to come of it. Sure. I'm never going to have a Swift Netherdrake, or a Merciless Netherdrake or whatever they're called. But I'd like to have some kind of flying dragon thing. Bonnie understands me. She looks at me with those wisened Fox Terrier eyes and she says nothing. Which is exactly why I want to spend time with her. She asks no questions, offers no empty comforts. She doesn't say "so you failed, no big deal, you're still young." she doesn't say "maybe you can appeal" "maybe you can do a summer studio" "maybe you can do a supplementary assignment." She doesn't say anything, and that's what I want. She doesn't think about it either. She is an endless well of hugs and quiet contemplation. Her face is amazingly contemplative, for a dog's. Especially in contrast to Gypsie, who wouldn't know "quiet contemplation" if it came right up to her and stole the pig's ear right from between her jaws, with their shiny white fangs. Bonnie doesn't do anything undignified any more - her tail doesn't wag madly in the breeze unless she's not seen me in a while, or I'm carrying something she deems truly delicious. It's a casual "wag. wag." "thud. thud." She is casual in her happiness to see me. And she follows me wherever I go. Somehow she knows when I want lots of hugs and cuddles, and when I would rather just be by myself. And it's not just a matter of I tell her to go away, or I call her over. She just knows. Plus she really likes sleeping on my bed, and I only let her do that if she doesn't move off've her blanket, which I put on top of the doona. She sneaks one paw off've her "mat" and onto the covers. I pretend not to notice. But she's learnt she can't get much more than that over the imaginary line. In fact, I might go get her now. She has a little cave like bed she likes to sleep in too. She watches me type from it, and seems to think it all some kind of ridiculous fancy. I will miss her. But she is not allowed to die. She mothers Gypsie, who watches out from under her careful licking with a baleful eye. She is no lady, the puppy. A cheeky little devil (black face, black heart), perhaps, but certainly not the classy dignified dame that Bonnie has always been.
Stream of conciousness? Maybe. I can't remember what that really is. But I just wrote what I was thinking.
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Date: 2007-12-13 03:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-14 04:06 pm (UTC)I can't even think of something I could fit onto a one... ONE MEGABYTE
wow.
I mean, even a floppy disk is 3.5 MB isn't it?
That is like... small. And it was probably bigger than that two TB harddrive I was looking at.
It's like when we got our first computer, 7.5GB HDD, which was at the time bigger than the entire database of my dad's work. (Fruit and Veg company, but still.) And everyone was all "you are so crazy"
I have more memory in my... well no, not my telephone. But it's close enough.
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Date: 2007-12-14 12:19 am (UTC)But, because I'm futuristic, I will probably one day need eight of those things to hold all my tunes. Yayuh.
I can't wait til TB are like... the norm. That will be glorious.
I liked your stream of consciousness thing. I like how you talk about your doggies. Shaun has an old lady staffy dog, but she is in no way dignified like Bonnie. She still licks the dishwasher and runs into stuff.
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Date: 2007-12-14 04:11 pm (UTC)All caps is entirely appropriate!
Imagine carrying all those ipods! But it would still be aweosme.
I don't think I have even listened to 160GB worth of music (actually I probably have... >.> <.< but that doesn't make for dramatic conversation.)
It will be! Although I can't think of what I'd put on more than one, one day, I will know. And we will roll around in a sea of bytes. TRILLIONS of them. MUNILLIONS.
Thankyou!
Licks the dishwasher? That sounds interesting. Bonnie very very quietly, daintily puts her nose in the bin sometimes. If you catch her doing it, her expression is priceless. It's pretty much a "You can't prove anything."
Staffies are lovely! I had a staffy cross when I was veeeery little. Her name was Beaker. Apparently after a character on TV. O_o
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Date: 2007-12-14 06:04 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-15 07:57 am (UTC)