Intro:
"What do you mean you 'can't use the
computer'?"
I have heard this more times than I can count over the last week. Every time someone gave me a website to look at or asked me to do something on the computer, I'd have to say "I can't." I may as well have said "I have a scorching case of herpes." I became a pariah...and yes, it sucked.
Here's what I'm gonna do. I've got three hand-written posts that I've (thanks to
Tha Bomb Shelter) scanned into the ol' magic box, which I'll copy, verbatim (with any corrections in spelling and grammar that need to be made), as a post. Then I'll link to the images of the hand-written posts below. I'll post one a day for the next three days, then surrender the next
convenience. Here we go...
Day 1
What Sucks...
1. Remember when I said this was going to suck? I had
no idea. This sucks harder than anything has ever sucked before. It sucks so hard, it is threatening to collapse in on itself, creating a
black hole from which no
awesome can escape. Three words haunt me like the
Cybernetic Ghost of Christmas Past from the Future.
Out of Market. I am a
Cubs fan. I live in
Columumumbus, Ohio. I can't watch most
Cubs games because I live (all together now)
Out of Market! The only thing that made this bare-able was the intrawebs. I could keep track of scores, check standings, do all that fun stuff. Now, I have to use ESPN (which takes forever)...*authors note: I meant the bottom line, the little score ticker that runs on the bottom of the screen. Back to the action...or the newspaper (Blasphemy!) to get my fix. It eats ass.
2. Fantasy Baseball. Am I winning? Fuck if I know...
3. I checked some sites pretty regularly.
ESPN,
SI,
thabombshelter.com,
postsecret,
boingboing,
collegehumor,
etc. I was by
no means internet savvy and don't need it to survive, but I miss those sites.
4.
WORK. I have to do my job now. WTF is
that all about? The lamest shit ever, that's what. Wanna know how lame? (of course!) I work at a
hospital. Among my more entertaining duties is babysitting our
psych patients for 4 hour stretches. (To tell you how entertaining, I'll give you an example. I just watched a patient with Schizoaffective Disorder eat
red Jell-O. Sounds mundane, right? No. Imagine eating Jell-O. Now imagine being
crazy, too!...exactly, I could sell tickets, it's that great.) They get a little (read: a lot) boring, though. Enter
boredatwork.com, saving me like the
Berlin Airlift. I read, I laugh, and then I get back to it. Not any more,
Dagnabit.
What Doesn't Suck...1. I'm reading a lot more. It's pretty schwiggity schwiggity schweet.
2. Colors seem...more alive...not really.
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Slip-ups...1. I had to check my bank statement. Something was wrong and it was too late to call.
2. I checked the OSU baseball schedule without realizing what I was doing. This is tough...
Here's the
hand-written stuff, as promised...
