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11 I 34 (Mar. 12, 2003) - 2:33 p.m. The sound of one fan blabbingMusic will always be the voice of the silent drama. There will never be speaking pictures. After many a moon, we have a working sound card on this computer. In consequence, I've been listening to, as well as watching, programs that until now had been purely visual experiences for me. Like the Demented Cartoon Movie. And the Naked News. And Weebl and Bob. And especially Homestar Runner. The first time I heard Strong Bad, I was surprisingly surprised by his voice. Even though I knew he was based on Mexican wrestlers (by way of a Japanese videogame), I somehow thought he'd sound like Tad Ghostal. And I much prefer Homestar's dub voice to the real thing, I'm afraid. Who the hell wants to hear actors talk? I'm getting caught up with where a lot of people already were and still are. It was like this when we got a broadband connection, shortly before this diary went up. It was like this when we got the DVD player. I realize this is no great shakes to a lot of you, but nearly all our computers have been second-hand (previously owned by my big b Of course, there's upgrading and then there's upgrading. Dad has networked most of the computers in the apartment through a router he bought. He tried to put my own computer, a 386 box, onto that network, and to put a bleeding-edge sound card into it. There's only so much upgrading you can do to a Model T, let's put it that way, and you will probably never get it ready to enter the Indy 500. Or maybe the relevant comparison is the guy who supposedly put a jet engine on his car; thankfully, Dad managed to disinstall that stuff before the computer could crash into a wall or blow up. Not that I wouldn't appreciate a better computer, but at this rate, I think the only way I'm going to get one is when the Lootallant sends us the next computer he's outgrown. I use the current one mainly for word processing anyway. -30-
last time, on The Slack Shack - our next inciting exstallment 
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