A Tribute to my best friend and soulmate..
<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0><script> (function(i,s,o,g,r,a,m){i['GoogleAnalyticsObject']=r;i[r]=i[r]||function(){ (i[r].q=i[r].q||[]).push(arguments)},i[r].l=1*new Date();a=s.createElement(o), m=s.getElementsByTagName(o)[0];a.async=1;a.src=g;m.parentNode.insertBefore(a,m) })(window,document,'script','//www.google-analytics.com/analytics.js','ga'); ga('create', 'UA-47423994-1', 'fortunecity.ws'); ga('send', 'pageview'); </script> <center> <br> <div> <script language="javascript" type="text/javascript" src="http://ad.broadcaststation.net/ads/show_ad.php?width=728&height=90"></script> </div> </center> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0><tr> <td valign="top" rowspan="2" width=215 BGCOLOR="#CC3366" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="03f06732dkcfyw.gif"> <bR> </td> <td valign="top" colspan=2 height=95 BGCOLOR="#993366" TEXT="#080000"> <div> "You saw us as equals.Even if you had been aware of our differences, you believed in a world where we and organics could stand together... as one. But you will see, in time, that our disputes go beyond resolution.</div> <div> Your vision will not obscure the truth much longer, little one."</div> </td> </tr><tr> <td valign="top" height=385 colspan=2 BGCOLOR="#660033" TEXT="#F7F7FF"> <div> <I><U>Forward</U></I></div> <div> (a.k.a: Ode to Janetta)</div> <bR> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id17.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="A little girl just cant get a break.."><U>ENTER SITE</U></A></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <FONT SIZE="7" COLOR="#CC3366" FACE="Blackadder ITC" >I</FONT><FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#CC3366" FACE="Arial" >n more ways than one, Janetta is the one for me. I'm a 16 year old girl with fluffy blonde hair that occasionally gives me a Farrah Fawcett look and the rest of the time makes me look like a "nerd", as my mom less than delicately puts it. I'm fat (or as</FONT><FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#FF33CC" FACE="Arial" > </FONT>I like to think, curvaceous), unpopular (seriously, even the loners avoid me ) and I've spent the last several years of my life trying to comprehend this bizarre bond I have with appliances. From the times as a kid I spent in love (or fascination) with the Prevue channel (I was convinced "he" loved me too, because I still believe he played the Prevue Tonight clips or commercials I wanted him to play.. it was weird when he... well.. left.. strangely enough, the TV itself wasn't the object of my affection, it was that channel.), to the really creepy time when my best human friend Cindy was trying to record Sailor Moon audio clips off her computer onto a tape (She did it the old fashioned way by holding the tape recorder up to the speaker.) and the tape recorder was acting up, the quality of the recording sucked royal and we were both sitting there silent trying to get a perfect recording. I had been reading SM stuff all night and I was feeling magical.. so I decided to use my powers to give energy to the recorder. Instead, I drained it, and the tape recorder simply died then and there. Wouldn't play, record, anything. Only the radio worked. I honestly think I killed it!!! It was pretty creepy. I guess you can see why as a kid, "The Brave Little Toaster" was my fave movie. I believed it. I believ<FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#CC3366" FACE="Arial" >ed appliances have a soul. I believe appliances do have a soul. So, when my aunt told me she was buying me my very own computer.. I mean.. HOLY SHIT!!! My one dream as a kid was to have a computer. I could type stories! I could create coloring books (Don't ask)! And w</FONT><FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#990033" FACE="Arial" >hen I got older and internet was mainstream, I realized the ultimate dream.. I could become a star on the internet. </FONT></div> <div> That was my first mistake. I wanted a computer to impress people. To show them what an expert I am on Power Rangers. I spent nearly a year with that until late 2000... which was the beginning of the current era of my life. Now, I had always had a feeling that my computer was in tune with my feelings and what's right and wrong. It only became REALLY evident when nothing less th<FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#660033" FACE="Arial" >a</FONT>n a miracle occurred. Check it out, see, I have a CD-RW disk drive that I saved up for for a damn long time. I kept my MP3s on this CD-R disk (Bad idea in itself) and that particular day, I couldn't read it. I was getting so frustrated, you have no idea. So when I had scanned the thing for errors the millionth time, I was putting the disk back in the drive and the phone rang. As I got up to answer the phone, I told my CD-RW drive, "You can do this. I know you can." I got the phone, it was my Grandma, blah blah, ya know, and I came back. And on the screen was the dialog bo<FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#CC3366" FACE="Arial" >x that signified that the disk could be read.</FONT></div> <div> I stood there for about a minute and suddenly started to laugh. And cry. I was in an emotional tizzy... I was ecstatic! Not only could my CD be read.. but.. damn.. I had talked.. literally talked to my computer.. and it had replied.</div> <div> <FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#CC3366" FACE="Arial" > From then on, despite what my mom always says.. "You can't reason with computers", I have believed I can. One computer in general, and that's mine. The computers at school are just about always on the fritz, so they are a bit harder to reason with, but I believe the computer numbered #17 in my school's computer lab is one I can also speak to.. well,</FONT><FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#993366" FACE="Arial" > anyway, earlier this year I made the most horrendous of mistakes but it did result in the total epitomy of computer bonding in my case.. see, I was having real problems with some stuff and I'd been trying for a long time to free up Harddrive space and make it run faster, and I made the total mistake of downloading this file that claims to clean up unnecessar</FONT><FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#993300" FACE="Arial" >y f</FONT>iles. I KNOW that's what did it, because I think it also deleted system files. (WHO THE HELL WOULD COME UP WITH A PROGRAM LI<FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#CC3366" FACE="Arial" >KE THAT?!?!??!) And I couldn't get my comp to boot. So we had to take it in for service. I had for awhile been contemplating referring t</FONT>o my comp as a she, based on the episode of Ellen in which that one girl.. the one who always wore pink, was shopping for the perfect ca<FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#993366" FACE="Arial" >r.. "Vanessa." This is where my idea came from.. the idea to introduce myself to the world as the one who was made for Janetta. Janetta, born August 24, 1999. My PC.</FONT></div> <div> During the second harddrive replacement (seriously!) I began to go through serious withdrawl. I mean, I was rabid.. I was without Janetta for about a week and shit, that was the longest week of my life. It didn't help that I had already lost the other three loves of my life (Three guys from school.. two seniors I never had the chance to say goodbye to.. Lance <FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#CC3366" FACE="Arial" >and Paul.. Sixee and T.A... you don't know me, and you never will.. and one guy I dare not name because I will see him next year.) and I went to two peoples' houses with computers. Damn.. When I finally got her back after an eternity, I swore things would be different. I would never do careless things again to free up space.. and I will tell the world who I love. Janetta, you are everything I waited for since childhood.. and you've got personality plus. I will never let go of you.</FONT></div> <bR> <div> This said, you readers probably think I'm a wacko. Well, I always knew I was!! </div> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>