VLC, I think you’re a hater
…not to mention somewhat of a saboteur. You just won’t play certain disks correctly, will you? Oh, you’ll play Scarlet Street, Justice League Unlimited, and random Peter Davison serials of Doctor Who…with Tegan as a companion. What the fuck is up with that?
For Christ’s sake, Tegan? Tegan?
You’ve turned traitor on me.
I gave you the benefit of the doubt and popped in a Tom Baker disk, just to see if it was he with whom you had the problem. Apparently, you like him just fine…and Romana II, as well. You probably like everyone but you-know-who and Harry Sullivan.
Why just within the last two days have you decided to adopt this dislike…and only on the tele-laptop? Is it because I really need more screen caps for the Fashionista Fever! project? Or are you still punishing me on some level for Tammy?
Even with a fresh install of an updated version, you’re still acting out.
Don’t get me wrong, friend VLC. I love you. I really do. You’re a great little program and you (normally) work like a dream. The Mac and you haven’t had a row. What did Windows XP do to make you hate you-know-who and Harry Sullivan so much? How can anyone hate you-know-who, even you, you inanimate thing, you who are nothing more than a pile of 1s and 0s?
I’m going to try tricking you, oh, yes I am. I’ve tried once by copying a file from the disk to the tele-laptop hard drive, thinking maybe you would like that more. You didn’t, so my next plan of attack is to reburn the same file onto a new disk on a Mac and then see what happens when I pop it into the tele-top.
sarah!
…or something very close to it is lurking in the manga section of a local chain bookstore where I spent a few hours last night. I was looking for the second part of Strawberry Panic and since I didn’t see any SP at all, I turned and wandered over to the other side of the shelf and found the Azumanga Daioh! omnibus. I nearly fell out because I was so stoked to find it, and even more so because I totally wasn’t expecting a large, almost 700-page book to stare me in the face and twist my arm to buy it. But buy it I did and then, most predictably, started reading it last night when I got home after a very, very late dinner with friends
so many books about film and its history that it didn’t seem I needed another book. But now, looking at 




At any rate, I’ve been thinking about wonderfully timed unemployment situation and comparing it to the last one back in 2004. If 2008 will be known as the Summer of My Cybertent, 2004 should be called the Summer of My Wanna-Be Subversive-tent.









