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Finally bought my guitar today! It’s a Seagull S6 Original. Solid cedar top, laminate cherry sides, maple neck and rosewood fretboard. Made in Canada. (yeah no shoddy Chinese guitar for me) I did quite a bit of reading up before I made the plunge, and all I ever read about this particular guitar was praise, and so far it has not disappointed!

I rushed home, changed the strings, tuned it up and I’ve been playing it non-stop since 10pm. Oh what joy!

Time for bed, but before that, some pictures!

Well as most of you won’t know, Google finally previewed Chrome OS yesterday and released the source code to the public simultaneously. I managed to get my hand on a build by some fellow geek and ran it for a while as a VM.

All I can say now is that it is the slowest piece of crap I have ever used. Well you might say that it’s running as a VM after all, true but I did give it a full 1GB of ram and 128mb of GPU memory and it still lags. For something claiming to be a netbook OS, it sure flounders around spectecularly.

Well see, Chrome OS will be designed specifically for certain hardware configurations you see, hence the horrendous lag on any computer not running Google’s customised Linux kernel and firmware. Bummer.

Oh yeah, the biggest bummer of all: the forgot the shutdown button. Figure that.

Well enough talk, some screens await:

No seriously hear me out.

I am talking to myself. I am talking to inanimate objects. I am ticking of questions, debating with solutions and telling entire papers that we “got off on the wrong foot”. It’s rainbowing irrational and I am doing it anyway.

What the butterfly is wrong with me.

I haven’t heard voices yet, but I dunno, they might come soon. The house is empty now and I am talking to the standing fan and my table lamp. I’m telling it to brighten up because I can’t see anything when it’s so dark out. I am telling the wall that no one is listening to me.

I am becoming a crazy person. It seems like the only time I’m really rational is when I write down exactly how irrational I am, hence this. Go figure.

Somebody littlebirdies help me or shoot me.

No idea why, although I could hazard a few guesses.

Probably the fact that I am hardly even efficient right now, and the fact that I have 11 days left.

Eleven. ****

My future is at stake here. Nothing much could possibly have a greater significance than that.

Eleven going on Ten

****

And the walls still look like they’re closing in around me.

Just for the sake of geeking out this post. Karmic Koala is out.