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Look at the movies, listening to music ... ... for most people, the largest leisure-loving than when some of the current popular choice of movies to watch entertainment TV, many people have more emphasis on audio-visual performance.



To purchase this video, should pay attention to the following conditions:



The first is the screen, if you look at in terms of Dell Inspiron e1505 Battery is the better course. But to consider it as a notebook for portability, 14.1 or 15.4 more appropriate to the screen, when we compare the emphasis on portability, and that 13-inch can also be considered.



Followed by the sound effects, as a notebook, the sound has its weaknesses. In fact, the size of the notebook, the audio speaker can be brought about by the limited upgrade. Here we recommend you buy some with the logo of the certification authority, such as Dolby certification.



Finally, performance, video and audio of the first high-definition player to meet the requirements of the market in the Pentium processor dual-core and Core series to meet the basic requirements. With 1G memory and spent more than enough, considering the current price of less expensive memory recommended 2G, if this eliminates the trouble of upgrading at a later date. In fact, the current graphics context of the integrated graphics will suffice for high-definition video playback, CPU occupancy rate is only slightly higher. If a conditional proposal to buy independent Fujitsu Lifebook T4010 battery graphics cards.



the following recommendation for all 4 different audio-visual notebook prices, the budget available to consumers in different reference.

In the low-end price - video of the Toshiba Portege M831



Price: 5488 yuan



Selling point: T6500 processor, 2G memory, 13.3-inch screen HP Pavilion ZE4400 battery



Toshiba Portege M831 molds using a new design, the style consistent with the M300, the A side in the notebook, as well as the use of C surface species popular piano black paint plus embedded gray metal shell style lines. It is understood that it is pressed into the aluminum material can be shielded from radiation inside the fuselage, at the same time to further enhance the impact of the overall degree of anti-body. At present, this notebook is priced at 5488 yuan.



Configuration, the Toshiba Portege M831 uses Intel Core 2 Duo T6400 processor, GHz to 2GHz, Intel GM45 chipset motherboard, Intel GMA X4500 integrated graphics; standard 2GB memory, 250GB hard drive; 13.3 inches wide-screen, CD-ROM built-in support for double-layer DVD SuperMulti burner; Windows Vista Home Basic pre-installed operating system.



Toshiba Portege M831 has a compact appearance is not using the piano paint materials, work fine, delicate touch and comfortable, beautiful fashion, unique style to show a good temperament, in terms of performance, it equipped with a Centrino platform, with Core 2 Duo Dual-Core T6400, 2G memory, 250G hard drive and 13-inch ultra-bright color, such as significant Hyun configuration, excellent performance, compact 13-inch frame also has a good portable performance, like the IBM THINKPAD T41 Battery who have to pay more attention to the point.

Can people please stop not-liking things because 3 or more other people like them?

We get it, you don't like rap because it's the popular taste in music. Guess what? Everyone knows about My Chemical Romance, too, you're not that unique.

I showed a relatively new friend of mine a story I had written - one which was very strongly based off of a real experience I had when I was younger, and the character in the story was also based off of myself, or at least who I was at the time, which, admittedly, is different to who I am now. This friend, however, did not know that the story was based off of my own experience.

His response?

"The character seems so... alien."

I'm not quite sure what to make of that. I know I am a little odd, but I've always assumed that my emotions and thought processes were in the realm of normal human experience.

This isn't the first time, however, when I've wondered if there was something different about me. I once was told that "God made you different", and she didn't mean the type of different in that every single person is a unique individual, she meant the type of different that I'm different to other people in a way that other people are not different to each other. At least, that's the impression I got at the time.

But am I really that strange? I've often felt like I was different to others, but I've always assumed that the feeling of being different was a common human experience, too, considering how many people have said that they felt different from everyone else.

so another one in the saga of my failed ideas bin.

 

Transgender Olympics.

 

 

It's a good concept, in theory...but it would never get off the ground.

 

Nobody would take it seriously. Well, most people might not. It would be a fad and then soon die. But i wouldn't want to turn transsexuality into any more of a media circus than it already is (sad, but true, folks).

 

I thought about how being trans, i could never compete in the Olympic Games (even if i HAD talent like that anymore) and win anything. I would be stripped of any medals i had won, and unceremoniously at that. *sigh*

 

there should be an Olympic qualification for transmen and transwomen of each sport. since transmen are on T and that's a no-no...maybe they could go by dosage and how far into transition you are in order to come up with class division for each event. and transwomen the same. it's a neat-o idea...but i would never want to see the media shit-storm go all haywire like it does the second anybody who is noticeably outside of the gender binary attempts to make him/her self known to the outside world (i.e.- the pregnant man)...

 

 

and speaking of the pregnant man...that's an entirely different story. don't even get me started.

 

well, off to work! *groan*

 

-kage jonas

Fuck this.
Fuck my hang ups.
Fuck these walls.

I am fucking writing.

I realize that I feel comfortable there. I feel comfortable with you. This is my normal protocol . . . but you feel comfortable too. More than comfortable. And you understand, understand what I need, understand what I want . . . without words. I don't have to tell you. I never speak anyway. I'm trying. I'm trying harder. You know you have to push me, coax me. You know this by now, but you're patient. And it's hard for you. You. I'm sparing details because we both know the story. We know our story. But you don't know mine. I hardly know yours. I make harsh guesses and judge you when I shouldn't. I can only assume you think the same about me, but . . . I'm different. You know I'm different, I can tell. What we have is different. But I don't want anyone to get any ideas, because it's not that type of different. And it won't be. Even though you're more mine than you were before, I understand what she didn't understand and maybe no one -- not even you -- understands. You could never belong to anyone. Which is why we're perfect for each other, in that different way, because I could never belong to anyone either. But we have different reasons. We're so different. You gave up without remorse what I would die to have. I'm sorry, I'm judging you irrationally again. I think you must feel a bit bad, or you wouldn't make such an effort with her every day. But she's miles and miles away. She thinks she's coming back but we both know differently. Maybe she knows the truth as well, but just pretends she's coming back. Maybe she's spending her time on wishes. I've wished on every 11:11 I could catch and everything is working out nicely. Either we're just meant to play this game until real life takes over or she's wishing on the wrong numbers. In a way, I was wrong about you. I had all these assumptions for the aftermath of your destruction but maybe you're really different than I thought you were. Maybe I misjudged. I shouldn't judge you so carelessly. I hope you think more of me than I think of you. Honestly, sometimes I feel like you don't think at all. You're impulsive. Spontaneous. I only pretend to be. But I plan. Everything must go according to plan. Everything will go according to plan. Everything has gone according to plan and I couldn't be more satisfied. Lies. I could be. In an alternate reality, perhaps, when things inside of us are ready to settle. Back to normal, I am as unsettled as can be. I am restless, I am antsy, I am anxious, I am anticipating your every move. I have done so since the beginning and it's only gotten better from there. I want to say an end is near, but really . . . I find that I constantly misjudge the time line. Eventually we are going to run out of extensions. And I am going to miss this, these feelings, our time. But will I miss you? Do I miss you? Our situation really is different than it sounds. There is no settling, there is no permanence. There are only raw needs and wants and a singular insatiable appetite. And we're comfortable with that. We are comfortable with each other. I realize that.

I am comfortable with you.