This is something from the unfortunately unknown Book of Profound Things(except chat fights). They are soon to be published on my website along with Ken the brick and my brothers.
The constant arrival of junk via e-mail through my office account is annoying, and although it bothers me, the only reason I put up with it is because my other accounts were spam-free.
During three weeks in July, I had the fortune of visiting family in Ireland (most of whom I've never seen in life). I stayed with my uncle who, while he's one of the nicest men you could ever meet, he is rather stubborn in his ways and opinions.
While pursuing one of the final credits for my Bachelor of Fine Arts Degree at a well known Toronto University, I happened to enter a class dealing with the politics of art, held at one of the most prominent art galleries in Ontario.
My computers are still acting up. I managed to get the Pentium to work, but now my CD-ROM is "not found". What gives? My 486 on the other hand made it clear: it needs a format and a complete re-installation of everything.