Sunday 3 June 2007

Pic of the day: You know how some people refer to writing as a staring contest against the white paper? I've found it to be easier with white screens, although I have occasionally changed the color to something less stern, like light gray or light blue. It never lasted though. Days, at most a few weeks.

Fast forward

Anyway, I guess I lost today's staring contest with the computer. Actually I began not one but two gray entries, but they kinda meandered off into the wilderness, and I was left staring at an unsightly mass of meaning. Which is worse than white space.

Incidentally, little known fact about me: I cannot be stared down, nor do I laugh in staring contests. Not even if you smile or make funny faces. I remember one Christmas party (back when I still was that much social) where we had staring contests. In the end, I and a friend pulled a draw. None of us was the slightest amused, and we could have just stared at each other's eyes until the cows came home, so the competition was called off. Evidently I am not the only one, then, but it seems to be rare.

It probably also creeps out humans like you cannot believe. But I don't do this in everyday life anymore.

My staring friend, incidentally, was later divorced. I don't think that comes from his semi-autistic staring capabilities, though. Rather I blame it on the TV. Television is of the Devil. How can you hope to preserve your marriage when every day you have beautiful, sexy women and handsome, powerful men in your living room? Just Say No to TV and especially to the godforsaken soap operas. But to be safe you better not have the box in the first place. It turns itself on while you look away, much like snacks move from the bowl to your mouth while you are thinking of something else.