Tuesday, November 09, 2004

Little Bit of Randomness


I've been cleaning up thousands of new MP3s, fixing tags, deleting duplicates and whatnot. Whether you know it or not, there are tons of 'easter eggs' around, just waiting to be found. In case you have no idea what I'm talking about, 'easter eggs' are little, random, occasionally odd 'features', usually hidden in programs. Like if you press a certain key combination at a certain time, you might be rewarded by a scene of animated naked dancing bunnies. However, to me, an 'easter egg' is not merely that, but spans everything I consider to be hidden little gems, both in applications and on the internet. Especially if the gem is very random, cause those are the best!

Just now I came across this in the comments of one of my MP3s.


Portishead - Dummy - Wandering Star

For you, Sal.

I liked you from the very start, when first we met across the office printer.

I was then smitten on that sunny day in June by your playful eloquence when you spoke of cats, of sphinxes, and of pyramids.
You captured my heart and I have loved you ever since.

You tried to paint an image of perfection of yourself in my mind, but I've always preferred the real you.
That sparkle in your eyes, that coquettish smile formed by a pair of full lips, you in pyjamas and bunny slippers, unmade and unpretty is just heaven to me.

Your hair damp, fresh from the shower, and watching you dry it is better than any scene from a movie.
How you light up when you're happy, mope when you're disappointed, pick yourself up when you're sad, and with natural ease how cheekily you feign surprise.
You're headstrong and spirited.
And when you got angry at me, all I wanted to do was to seal your mouth with a kiss. I knew then I could have easily spent a lifetime with you.

Three years passes so fast.
We have our first quarrel, and you run a million miles from me, soon to change your name.
Now, there is a knot in my stomach, and an emptiness where my heart once was.

Not one day has passed, of the 1203, that I didn't think about you; of where you were, of what you were doing, and how you were feeling.

For the harsh words I spoke, and for the tender words that I didn't, I'm sorry.
For the attention that I should have paid you, oh how very much I wanted to, but didn't, I'm sorry. If I've hurt you, it was unintentional, and I beg you to forgive me.

This is a message in a bottle hoping to find its way to you.

Please grace my life with your presence again, and lift this dark cloud from my soul.

I love you.

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