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Texter

ZOMG.  I think I'm in love.

Probably, my least favorite thing to do is enter time.  Unfortunately, this is one of the most important things I do because, if I don't, no money for riquitito.  One of the reasons I hate it (aside from the simple fact that it consumes time I could otherwise spend pursuing my dork interests) is that it involves the repetitive typing of boring shit like, "Receipt and review of correspondence from so-and-so."

Enter Texter, which is a little piece of software designed by somebody from lifehacker.com.  It sits unobtrusively in your system tray and acts as a text replacement tool in any application in which you can enter text.  This would include your browser, Microsoft Word, or any other desktop or web app that allows you to type stuff in.

My shitty time entry software doesn't give me the option to use "hotstrings," so this is perfect for me.  You could also use it to auto-correct chronic misspellings of the same word (e.g., "teh").  If I didn't have so much fucking time to enter, I could spend hours brainstorming the other possibilities.

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Word.

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crazy | genius | talented | ♫

Right as Rain (Live in Soho) - adele

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Restaurant Review: Lola in the Heights

Fawesome.


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Watch my steady lonesome gait, and be aware.

I don't guess I could love this song more.

I know. This is like the eighth time I've said something about it today. I even tried to figure out how to turn off scrobbling so I don't appear so obsessive, but...I guess I just like it that much. It's now on Strummy, next to Adele, who remains my favorite of the new power generation chanteuses.

What is it with all these clever little English song girls? There's, like, no end. Love it.

New Romantic - Laura Marling.mp3


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Whitney's Million Dollar Bill

I'm having an oddly personal reaction to Whitney's comeback, which--if you ask me--is shaping up to be a triumph. I cannot get e-fucking-nough of this song!

Whitney Houston  ♫  Million Dollar Bill (Freemasons Club Mix)

I don't suppose it's possible to make sense of being as supremely talented and beautiful as she is without first losing your way a bit. Or a lot.

Did I just totally curse Whitney's comeback?

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