periods of inactivity longer than a handful of hours I make it extremely dangerous.
I would of course point out that for periods of inactivity
mean periods of time when no one is actively forcing me to carry out tasks. Why is not idle in the strict sense is alien to me, I would be able to sit on the couch to read for days if only in those days I had a commitment. When you do not have it in inactivity is close to me, and that's where it becomes dangerous. In my house has always generated a mad stampede to the first signal that insignificant soft languid way in which the body is gently but abandoned the inquisitorial eye wanders in search of new activities. From an early age.
I break the balls and then I felt like, say, build puppets. Obviously no one at home knew a fucking how to make puppets, and then - I'll see - overturned drawers looking for saws, I would send mothers to buy plywood, exhumed from dusty sarcophagi tempera Giotto to realize that - damn it - were not in order of color and lacked the more cadmium yellow, and then to adjust my color the afternoons, and my brushes, then pennies to buy the cadmium yellow, then doodles of marionettine, then do not feel like I left everything and where it was and my mother hit me.
Once I built with a parachute cord and sheets were old and maybe new but my grandmother did not stand over me and has given me the same, then I tried it from the roof of the garage neighbors. I found in that case that the difference between an impact on the ground with parachute cord and sheets without a parachute and impact of twine and linen is hardly noticeable.
Another time I was determined to build galleons of paper. Galleons tiny, well made, with trees like toothpicks and lots of wires and guns of toothpicks as well. Those were my own good, I learned the principle of building the spaceship Argo Captain Abata from a model that was released at newsstands. I expanded the concept throughout another lazy summer as such to this, turning my grandmother's house into a nightmare in which such establishments exploded in a whirlwind of Fabriano paper and toothpicks.
I also went to the library to take a lot of books on ships and galleons, and I became very competent bridges, rigging, rigging and names of ships and captains important. He is fluent in like an old sea dog full of grog and syphilis.
What good is that from my periods of boredom is the induced effects. I never finished it was a puppet one, but I was the only fucking school child, and to use a saw and know that it was Nelson's flagship the Victory, I assure you.
Except that I have problems with memory in the short, medium and long term, now I can do a lot of other things, and build a parachute.
For fun, of course, I would not never throw anyone with a parachute made by me.
However these days I was bored and I've fixed the computer. It was not a
Veria boredom of those dangerous, but the effects are tightening and probailmente unmount the houses soon to depict a portrait of a cantilever Paperoga. Meanwhile
throw things away, or compress other, organize files, backup and do - God ugly icons!
I scarricato a bit 'of new icons. It was inevitable.
For now I have about 14,000, but I have not everyone is willing to browse them all, so for now the ones I found I graced my desktop.
disclose witness.
As you will have the Network Neighborhood a very ancient icon that Windows wife is ill with the black shiny pc the My Computer, which causes me discomfort. Leafing through the 14000 new icons that I have not even found one with attractive graphics, such as two computers joined to imply that blacks are happily a network, or something.
And the three hard drives, so gray and sad, I'm not satisfied at all, as well as the subfolders, which all have names that you can not find an icon, like the Old Robba folder, or my site, cause I many problems.
So I've got a software to make icons, Icon Forge 7, so I will not have gleaned more from the vastness of the network-cards trying to attach stickers to the polyhedral trivial events of my hard disk.
But it is not so straightforward as I thought, and there are a lot of things you should know that I did not know, and now I have to study the manual, and until I have all the icons on the pc as I want it all I seem sad and without any personality.
I hate when I'm bored.
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