Pointless rambling

I was just browsing through some of my old posts, and I realized that the pointless rants are always the ones that are most fun to read and write, and I haven't written one for a long time. So, without further ado:

Pointlessness.

I do not enjoy using my mother's remote keyboard that she uses with her laptop. Apparently, the keyboard-makers are phasing out the Insert key, and in the new keyboard design that came out sometime, the 6-key island in the middle of the right side, between backspace and the number pad, has been changed to a new, slimmer, two-columns-of-three-keys version. Only problem is, the Delete key is extra tall. Two key-widths, actually. So what key do they get rid of, and only keep on the non-num-lock 0 key on the number pad? Insert, of course. This wouldn't be a big deal, except that I never did like the Control-C/V version of copy/paste. I have always used Ctrl-insert, and shift-insert. Specifically, the insert that is supposed to go over the delete key. And, num lock is always on in this house. So no insert for me. Inevitably, every time I want to copy/paste something, I stare at the keyboard, looking for the insert key. Because I just don't like control-C. I use control-i, control-b, u, f, and occasionally even w. But I feel that control-c/v is an intrusion on the copy/paste property that should belong to control/shift-insert. And control-c is winning. Damn.

I went to a Coldplay concert last night. It was incredible. It was arguably my first 'real' concert, and even though we were standing on the lawn, directly behind a group of very trunk tweenagers who were jumping around and nearly stepped on my sister a number of times, I thoroughly enjoyed it. I couldn't do it justice here, so I just won't. I will have to admit, however, to my dismay, that Clocks sounds better recorded than it does live. The recording speaks to my soul in a way that no other song has ever done. The live version... is just a good song. Just a little bit sad. But still good.

It took us two and a half hours to get home. I think it was about 1am... I don't actually remember. I was very tired. I came in the house, and within two minutes I was in bed going to sleep. Mainly because I had gotten up at 7am. Not voluntarily, I just woke up and was thoroughly not-tired. That and concerts are draining.

I have stopped getting Big Macs. Not conciously... I just haven't been in the mood for them. So now I just get two cheeseburgers. Still pretty good. Though why you can't get tomato on them is beyond me. Stupid mcdonalds.

I went to the orthodontist on thursday. They gave me a new way to put my rubber bands in. A, I'm not good at putting them in or taking them out that way. B, I can only open my mouth half-way now. C, it hurts. Well, mainly when I put them in or take them out. Or touch my teeth when they're in. Stupid things.

Rueva collapsed onto the ground. There was grass. Real, soft grass. She closed her eyes and breathed it in. It smelled wonderful, felt wonderful after the bleak emptiness of the world-that-was-not-a-world.

Without warning, her grass began vibrating heavily. She looked up, and froze in place. She couldn’t believe her eyes.

All around her were towering structures, which looked to be made out of silver, taller than the tallest trees she had ever seen. She was dumbfounded at the number of them, too—in every direction there were rows upon rows of these unnatural things. She searched for some more nature, something as comforting as the grass had first been, but could find only a couple of young trees in the middle of a perfectly crafted brick path, which itself was swarming with people. To her left, there was a road, but it was solid and red, and it was carrying strange-looking wagons that moved by themselves at incredible speeds. She wanted to plunge her face back into the grass, and she did so for a while, but it didn’t help. She knew that world was out there. At last she sat up, and tried to take in her surroundings.

She looked around again. It wasn’t all that bad, really. At least it was clean.

I just felt like posting a bit of my story. I copy/pasted it. Yes, I used Control-Insert. I like it better, dammit.