Billy Idol and message boards are not terribly conductive to working. They are fun as fucking shite, tho.

Ne, but I really do need to just finish Spike Can Kick and upload it, cause the layout I’ve been procrastinating over for the last month is actually — dare I say it? — cool. Or, y’know, significantly cooler than what we have, which is good enough. I just don’t want to work on anything really, y’know? Or, I do, but everything seems blah and uninspiring.

And my dad is all fucking like, “there’s a new computer store at the Galleria, and they’re looking for help.” And you just try and explain to a man who not only can barely make the mouse work sufficiently to get online, but also needs written directions to do so, that being a web slut doesn’t mean you know a thrice-damned thing about computers. The ability to make graphics and write HTML does not make you a computer expert. I have no idea how computers work. I don’t give a rats ass how they work. You do this, and this happens as a result. That’s the extent of my knowledge. You start going into gig space and RAM speed, and my eyes start to twitch, and the best you can hope is that I’m too busy fantasizing how to kill you to actually do it. Its completely over my head, and I’m happy that way.

I mean, Fucking Christ, man, just cause a girl can program the VCR doesn’t mean she understands how it goes about recording, or precisely what difference four heads make over two. Get a blighted clue, won’t you? Gaea and Isis save me….

sounds like billy idol, “dancing with myself”