Well in the past twelve hours, two exciting tings have happened to me. The first would be that my computer, Jeff the Ninja Pirate Space Monkey, has traveled to another dimension so far removed from this one, that she is apparently dead. Now you're asking yourself "If Jeff is truly dead, then how on earth is Kevin posting on is blog?" Well my friends in cyberspace, I’m currently using my sister's old computer, which is a veritable piece of junk, and which is currently my only means of getting to the Internet. When I say piece of junk I mean that the mouse doesn’t respond properly, the keyboard doesn’t always register key presses (particularly h and p), it has no external speakers and it cost $150 when we first got it. Up until last night I was joking about how my computer is the worst one in the house, because we just recently bought a new computer for my sister's birthday, and my mother's PC is only six months old. My computer on the other hand was approaching its third birthday, which in computer years is about fifteen billion. I didn’t mind that my computer wasn’t great, it still suited my needs fine and there weren’t any games that I had that wouldn’t play on it. But then last night I got ambitious and decided to cannibalize my mother’s old computer and put its dvd-rom drive in my computer, because I didn’t have one. (Like I said, 15 billion.) During the process Jeff died. My father and I tried to figure out what could possibly have gone wrong and couldn’t find anything the matter, but the hard drive wouldn’t spin up.

And now for an impromptu eulogy:
Oh Jeff, how will we get on thee? Thy 40 gig hard drive, thy 64 meg Geforce2 Video card, thy multitude of musical splendor. (That’s another thing, I had nearly 1700 songs on her.)

Anyway, my dad and I are going to try and transfer some of the critical data from Jeff onto the monstrosity I’m using right now, but with only a six gig hard drive space is limited.

The second exciting that happened to me was that I spilled a bowl of mini ravioli on my kitchen. And I mean I spilled it on the kitchen. About a quarter of the kitchen was covered in tomato sauce. Because my mother and sis had just left moments before the cleanup job was to be done by myself. I started on the wall and door first because, I knew that they would be the hardest to clean later, and then I called the dog in to start working on the floor. While she got busy with that, I started working on my pants, which I sprayed ‘n’ washed and Shout Wiped until they smelled like lemon ravioli. I then put the final touches on the floor using a dry Swiffer Wet. En I sat down and began to write this post while my pants were on the spin cycle.

No lyrics today in remembrance of Jeff. (And because I usually put whatever it is I’m listening to, which because of dead Jeff, is nothing.)

PS. We did laundry yeaterday, and apaerntly nobody cleaned the lint screen in the dryer. When I checked it before putting my pants in, the lint was almost half an inch thick!  ¶ 3/08/2004 11:11:00 AM