I hate XP almost as much as the Macs ...

It makes only slightly more sense, after all, and doesn't really work any more reliably. But today I can't get the Macs in here to get on the Internet at all, so fine. I hate them. Where's my free tank? Oh, to understand that, you need to read ( this. )

I tried to explain this to Seth yesterday and before I got very far he was laughing so hard that I was laughing so hard that I couldn't talk. "It's so true!" he said. After that, I started identifying things as station wagon behavior, like coffee from Starbucks and Caribou, and buying a CD to listen to only one song, and silly things like wearing white eyeshadow, done because they are deemed fashionable.

(By the way, it's from "In the Beginning was the Command Line," by Neal Stephenson, which has been deemed my new favorite thing that I've read. I found it on my computer when I set it up in its (and my) new dwelling and turned it on for the first time since I left Morris a month ago. There was this text-only file called "command" that I didn't remember putting there. I still don't really know where it came from, or why I'd thought it worth saving, since I hadn't read it. So I read it. It's ridiculously long, but didn't seem so because I was having a lot of fun.)

This entry was going to be about something else--the reference to the tanks was supposed to be only in passing, before I realized it would make no sense--but I've forgotten, and it's too long already.

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