Stream of consciousness
Jan. 15th, 2006 01:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stormdogSo I was out at Dwarf's house to do a bit more work on the server I built for him with his Hackmaster content. Since my return home at about eleven o' clock, I've just been sort of sitting around, browsing community after community, poking occasionally at my photos and website, reading the occasional email that comes in, thinking about actually doing some cleaning, and, finally, listening to lots of music and singing along at the top of my lungs since I have the house to myself.
In the interests of wasting even more time, I've taken a screenshot of my playlist. On the infrequent occasions when I do feel like sitting down and listening to a bunch of music (This used to be much more often but I haven't had the time. I need to get my downstairs computer on the network so I can listen to my music on the stereo while working on cleaning up down there. But I digress.), I just browse through my eleven point three gigabytes of MP3s, decide on a couple of categories, and just start clicking. These are examples from my Rock, Classic Rock, and Alternative folders. This was all started tonight by my going through some of my pictures from Michigan Central Station and finding one of lines from the Stones' Paint it Black (amusingly enough, they are on the wall next to an old red door).
In the interests of wasting even more time, I've taken a screenshot of my playlist. On the infrequent occasions when I do feel like sitting down and listening to a bunch of music (This used to be much more often but I haven't had the time. I need to get my downstairs computer on the network so I can listen to my music on the stereo while working on cleaning up down there. But I digress.), I just browse through my eleven point three gigabytes of MP3s, decide on a couple of categories, and just start clicking. These are examples from my Rock, Classic Rock, and Alternative folders. This was all started tonight by my going through some of my pictures from Michigan Central Station and finding one of lines from the Stones' Paint it Black (amusingly enough, they are on the wall next to an old red door).
