Gift-wrapped with a card and all, decades ago to my former significant other. That it was so long ago, and that I don’t remember what the present was would seem to speak volumes against the significance. Damn my cold heart!

Last time I felt like giving somebody a gift was three years ago. Burned a DVD of Spicediver’s fan edit of Dune (1984) and sent it to an old friend in a case with a printed color slipcover. With the first part of Villeneuve’s adaptation set to debut I wanted my friend to see this great version of a flawed film we enjoyed together in our youth.

Few months ago I gave a few Famicom game cartridges to a former co-worker because his wife collects Hello Kitty stuff. Not really being generous; was happy to get rid of them as those characters kind of give me the creeps.

Hey, good luck! I keep mine silenced and out of sight and just use the wifi hotspot for internet, VOIP etc. Didn’t know dumb phones could do that, else that’s what I’d have!

Bus ride meant I missed a good hour of the 'toons. But every Wednesday evening there was a test of the local fire station’s air siren, and I’d know it was time to rush home and catch MacGyver!

For ZSH and SSH I just speak the letters: Z-S-H, S-S-H. Sudo as “SUE-do” “SUE-doo”.

One I wonder about is xrandr. I say “EKS-rand-ur”, have heard others say “eks-R-and-R”.

edit: for sudo long vowel. Also I tend to stress the H in ZSH and SSH.

Profoundly nightmarish was mine, here are the highlights:

Go to take LSD for the first time with some friends at the seller’s house. Just about the time the effects are taking over I realize I met the guy once about ten years earlier, when as a stupid kid I accidentally shot him in the face with a pellet spring pistol.

Bit later, on top of feeling ashamed, regretful, worthless, helpless and out of my mind I’m becoming very nauseated so I go to the front porch. In a brief moment I see another guy I hadn’t seen in years walking by on the sidewalk, and reach my hand up to wave at him. As my stomach empties he freezes in his tracks, mid-wave as his smile of recognition turns to shock.

In my high school we had several of the Compact Macintosh models and I remember using them in two classes. One was English where we used a word processor. The other was more interesting: some sort of computer literacy course where we wrote HyperCard programs on the Mac.

Apart from the HyperCard stuff I found the courses and Macintosh computers quite dull. Maybe because I had been using Amiga computers for years at this point, and knew “The Fastest Apple Mac is an Amiga” (piped).

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next i: c=r*16: poke53281,c: poke53280,c:
poke646,c*9: goto