Haven't blogged in a while.
Not too much has happened...we still haven't thrown away my old TV. It's still upstairs, we've never bothered to have it out on Tuesday for the garbage people.
Speaking of Tuesday, I have to go to the poll (which is my old elementary school up the street conveniently enough) early in the morning; I have classes from 10 until 6:30 that day.
Speaking of garbage, I hope with every mortal fiber of my being that President Bush loses the presidential election. (The immortal fibers are more or less indifferent.) Sometimes it seems like all the screwjobs in Florida, Tennessee, Ohio...well, pretty much everywhere...would be enough to swing it in his favor, but I really think he pissed off enough people that all the conservative Supreme Court Justices in the world can't save him now. Hopefully I am right.
I've stopped keeping my log, again.
It got too tiring to get my log book every time there was cause for a new entry.
And I only filled one page, too...damn. Not really enough to learn anything from, anything the data could tell me I already know. And all of the samples came from a specific time period, so there's no chance of identifying cycles.
Oh well.
I've started keeping my log again. I'm trying to be more careful in keeping the data now, but sometimes when the data is generated too quickly I lose track of it and have to make something up.
Maybe I'll make a graph of it this time.
If you don't know what I'm talking about, well, good.
This blog's post count is still 18. I was thinking, maybe "Posts" is a number that doesn't represent the number of entries, or posts, on a blog. Maybe there is some other purpose that this number serves that I am not seeing. Probably not. But maybe.
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I feel for you man, I really and truly do.
I just googled Baterian and this blog was the number one page. It's such an honor to be recognized for my Baterianism, in the same way our President is recognized for being a miserable failure.
Dead.
I just got my replacement TV, because I'm one of those people who can't go without their own TV. Sure, sometimes I use other peoples' TVs, and I don't use mine as much as I should, but I still need my TV to be in my room, you know, in case I want to use it some time.
I checked the back of the old TV after I moved it, and it was made in October 1989. It was 15 years old this month. I can't remember much from before I got the damn thing, and it's going to be gone next Tuesday.
My older, smaller TV served me well. You won't find that kind of loyalty in a new TV these days; no point in sugarcoating the fact. But that's all well and good. Only thing is, that new TV was a bitch to move. I wish I wouldn't have to do that again for 14 years.
... *sigh*
Well, a major part of my life has come to an end. I now look at some of my earliest - and most faded, but that's another post - memories in a new light, so great was the paradigm shift I experienced today.
I sensed this day coming for longer than I would care to admit.
My...television set has died.
The hissing it makes returned, and when it didn't go away after a while and only grew steadily stronger, I knew the end was near. I tried to keep the thought out of my mind, but I couldn't help but think about all the times I shunned my TV in favor of other pursuits, all the times I wasn't there. But such is life; TVs come and go. But this was
my TV. It was part of my life for so long, I'm not even sure how to act without having it at this point.
Once in a while I'll go up there and see it laying there, a shell of its former self. I know I could turn it on and hear sound, but the vision is gone. Using that remote again would be lying to myself and to the TV. I should probably remove the batteries sometime soon.
I'm going to miss my TV very much, but there are other TVs out there. Soon, one of them will be mine.
