as i twitted

(and i wish it could have been ringside), i'm watching the cotto/clottey fight at the garden (that's madison square garden to the uninitiated). go cotto!

note to self

shit i forgot what i was going to type down so that i would remember what 'it' was. and now i've forgotten what i was going to say. see? in a second, less than a second, i can lose all train of thought, or jump on something else and ride for a while. it's kinda fun to jump on people's trips. they all love to talk about themselves. people i find, are a generally pompous bunch.

but ya, i forgot allll about what i was going to remind myself with. it duznt happen often, thank god. but it does happen. and to which degree is how i judge my reality. only things that can excite multiple senses at a time are in rare order around here. so to fill that missing pocket of data, people often tend to talk about personal experiences. they'll generally reflect upon themselves in ways that would send psychiatrists across the globe running for their sheepskins, which are flying high in the air. but given the opportunity, people will generally talk about themselves. 90% of the time.

me? i tend to talk about them. mostly because my experiences would pale theirs. and that's being a pompous bitch. guilty, and i could care less. but really. but i speak the truth. i'm one of a kind. i like being that way. so many of the stars are also, self-absorbed. that's what makes one a diva. the fairer the light, the wealthier the game. and it's a game with them in the drivers seat most of the time (or so they tend to think they are pawns). i can see where chess would come in handy right about n0w.

so i leave with this in hand. the knowledge that i passed along a Qness secret. the realization that you are who you say you are. that's all. i'm feeling pretty good right about now. the right balance of booze and pot. it's a nice laid back feeling. not one to want permanently tho. and not doing something says just as much as doing something. it all depends on how one feels at the time and in the execution of a story line. something that says pretty much 80% of the truth.

i am about there with the ending now. one more paragraph.

finally, and i mean this truthfully, there's only one person you gotta please, and that's yourself. once you got that under control, it's time to reach out and take another story line and work at it. i can't say i'm at what stage of this cavalcade of a game i'm at. i'm not even sure of what game i'm in at this point in time. but how can anybody know what game they're going to be in. and that's a rhetorical question. planning is something i would pay someone to do. i thought linda wo9uld be good, and i think she is, jus not in my column. my relationship with this girl is one of a kind. but that's another story. one that maybe told (depending on several factors) yet tonite.

encounter@farpoint (.org) is on wiki

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Encounter_at_Farpoint shows where my email addy (encounter@farpoint.org) came from. they say, that's how you know you've arrived on the world stage is when wiki has a page on you. in this case, it's not me so much as my names' sake.

*wew* that was it

i had something enabled, a transliteration tool (i wonder why the only languages offered are southeast asia languages). thanks to ron in the blogger help group for pointing out where this switch is made. so a big public thanks to ron.

ட்பாபிது d

this is going to sound weird, but it's the god's honest ruth. when i
type a new post, it wants to translate my words into something hindu/
sanskrit. and now i can't post, unless i cut & paste from notepad.

திஸ் இஸ் கோயன் டு ற்றன்ச்லடே இந்தோ சன்ச்க்ரிட் ஜ என்சௌண்டேர்@பார்போஇன்ட்.org">@பார்போஇன்ட்.ஒர்

i can type in html mode, when i go into compose mode, bam, it starts translating. if anybody can give me a solution to this, i'd sure appreciate it.

அம இ ஸ்டில் போஸ்டிங், ளைப்.

something's in blogger's settings. i cant find anything at all related to language or keyboard. it's more alocal windows thing isnt it? this is typing in html mode. i'll switch over to compose mode below.

நொவ் இ'ம ட்ய்பிங் இன் இங்கிலீஷ், பட் இட்'ச ஸ்டில் கெட்டிங் ற்றன்ச்லடேது. ஸொமெஹொவ் சொமேவே, இட்'ச பெஇங் ற்றன்ச்ப்லடேது.


do i type in english, yes, in edit html mode. when i switch over to compose mode, i get the above typed out. i think it' a translation, not transliteration. nor is it just typing with a different font. it's a language issue. it's translating. and i cant for the life of me find out where that is set if indeed it's set at all.

someone in blogger should be looking into this.

எவேர்ய்திங் இஸ் கிங் உப இன் sanscrit

ஓர் வ்தடேவேர் தட் லங்குஅகே இஸ்.

இ போர் தி லைப் ஒப் மீ பகன் நாட் உண்டேர்ஷ்டந்து ஹொவ் இ'ம ட்ய்பிங் இன் சன்ச்க்ரிட், ஓர் ஹோவேவேர் இட்'ச ச்பெல்லேது. திஸ் இஸ் சோ வேஇர்து. பெஒப்லே வில் வான்ட் டு கோப்பி அண்ட் பேஸ்ட் திஸ் இந்தோ சொமே எடிட்டர்.


how in the hell did it keep to that script in notepad??? i'm really confused now.

and now i have to type it in notepad to get a western typeface. but this is not transliteration, it's translation

i can type right now.

farpoint fun fact

typical windows 7 installation is where 64,272 files in 13,175 folders hold fort in 11.9GB of drive space.

typical windows vista installation is 92,179 files in 19,569 folders, occupying 21.5GB of drive space.

the post before this one was pre-dated

and completed tonite. only the title stayed the same. there wasn't any text in the box. but i did fill it up some. anyway, i'm going to lay down on the coucfh,l and if i fall asleep i'll at least hear the phone ring. plus it'll wake up the mac and it will announce the number as if it was a dollar amount. in stead of 333 point 3, he would say 3 thousand,,. 3 hundred, thirty three. see the difference. anyway, between the both of them rining i shoiuld wake up without much a fuss.

say good nite gracie.