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Picking my brain.

This is a blog dedicated to not having a theme. So there's most likely a little bit of something for everyone. Enjoy yourself and may all your computer journeys be merry ones.

Spring in the air.
While taking a break from pacman, i stepped outside onto the deck. My eyes not being adjusted to the bright sunshine,(probably because i had just spent sometime in the basement without much light) i was somewhat blinded by the sun. After my eyes adjusted, i sat down on the deck. I realized something as i did that, guess what, the snow is melting, (i can hear u saying, no doh, hey i havent been outside for a while). Spring is in the air, that is if u r in the northern hemisphere. Those poor ausies'. I would like to make a toast (u know like in the movies and stuff, this is my version of it). Raise ur mouse (that thing u use to move the cursor) with me. Here is too spring, the season after winter, and before summer, may it warm us and may we be ever grateful for its warmth. May the sun heat the ground, and let the greenness return to our land that we might see the works of spring. That the ground may soak up the goodness left by winter, that there might be puddles to jump in for all those who want to catch colds. Let april showers come so we might see that may flowers. Cheers to spring, the season after winter, and before winter.

That was smooth, real smooth. I am no poet.
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