Stupid Computers

Stupid computer went and stupid tried to rewrite the stupid CMOS for some stupid reason.

And when I was trying to troubleshoot it I managed to unplug an old, old, old USB key that was given to me a long time ago (as an indication of how long – the USB stick is a whopping 32Mb) and now I think all of the data is lost.

And when I got my stupid computer back up an stupid running, I still can’t get the stick to read. And when I was reading files from the stupid stick before the stupid computer went and stupid crashed, there was at least three stories on that stupid stick that I have absolutely no memory of writing. Zero. I read them and re-read them. Sounded like me. They really did. I just could not remember writing them and I have no other record of them.

That, for me, is strange. And the mystery will be unsolved if I can’t get my stupid computer to read the stupid memory key.

I haven’t written anything concrete for the strap-on project. But I have started a few paragraphs that I think I would like to include in it.

But, as an extra tidbit, check out this little ditty if you’ve got the time

The Way It Goes
Thanks for reading.

RAR

More About Strapping it on

Hello

One hour and about fourteen minutes and I got 1747 words done in that silly story that Bobby gave me the idea for.

It couldn’t have been just easy, could it? Problem with me is, give me something simple, and I’ll turn it into work in no time. Thing is, it takes making it work for me to make it fun. When I am trying to start the gears really rolling with a piece of work, I try and graph my output day to day to see how many words I get done in how many minutes, how many times a week, to estimate when it is this work will be done so I can post a deadline in my calendar. Or at least write it down in my notebook.

And this particular work is getting hard for me to finish. I figure about fifteen hundred words at a stretch every three days. I have about another two thousand more to do on this one before I shelve it and wait for it to age long enough for me to go back and edit it for length. Keep it around three thousand words or so. Maybe less. I imagine this kind of subject matter doesn’t lend itself to large works. But then again, read Lolita by Nabokov. A disturbing work of great literary merit that really should be ready by everyone. Nabokov managed to write a whole novel about what kind of man it takes to seduce his daugher, albiet his adoptive one and one that is in his care. I think I don’t deserve much more than three thousand words for an agoraphobic freelance web designer and internet services contractor with Asperger’s syndrome who is looking for a one time, unique encounter, with a transvestite in a downtown Toronto bar.

Yeah. Three thousand words should about do it.

And because I am a shameless attention whore, here is the work in progress

The Strap On Project Version date 06/06/08

And here we go from here.

Thanks for reading.

RAR

A thank you, of sorts

One of my two readers did me a huge favour and I really appreciate it.

I find as much time to write as I possible can. And since my mind starting rolling with this whole Blog thing, I check out other blogs and see that there is so much more that I can do with mine. And all it takes is a little bit of time. And when I stack that little bit of time required against the little time that I have available, I chose to spend as much of that time writing and hoping that everything else will absorb through osmosis.

Which is where Bobby comes in. He comes from here. He is a helluva guy so don’t let him tell you any different. And I would say that even if he weren’t doing me a favour. He came up with a pretty cool design and he found an even cooler template that I can use for that design. All I need to do now is pay some money to make this wordpress thing official, and away I go. I think there is more to it. But hopefully Bobby, between working a moving (moving is just something recent for me, I only just read it today – not even sure where the boy is going), can give me a hand. I’m not in any rush and there is no pressure, unless you count the other dedicated reader of my work.

But Bobby did make one comment that I would like to follow up on.

It was just a funny idea that occurred to me, something I think would be
hilariously awkward...
I mean, can you just picture a gay man going to lesbian bars trying to
pick one up for that sole purpose? I can't help but smile at the
possibilities.

Wanna go halves on this one? I'll start researching the dialogue.
"Say, madam, I'm a gay man, and I bet I have a question for you you've
never been asked before..."

So, this post contains a link to a document that is my way of saying thanks, Bobby. I’m sure that you spent more time creating the site than I did writing the story, but I was thinking of you the whole time I was writing it. Just not in that way. And the story isn’t done yet. I’m kind of having fun with the character in my head. And no, not in that way, either.

The Strap On Project

Here’s to thinking of you, Bobby. Cheers.