Ugh. What's worse than being sick?
Being sick for New Year's Eve.
What's worse than being sick for New Year's Eve?
Being sick for New Year's Eve Poker Night.
I'm going to take a nap and see if I can get to feeling better so I can play some poker.
December 31, 2002
December 29, 2002
If you're wondering about my silence for the past two days, it's because DirecTVDSL is doing something wonky with their DSLAM. I'm not sure what exactly it is, but the connectivity that I'm getting just drops intermittently, and so it's wholly aggravating just trying to get mail.
Even trying to register for Speakeasy.net is a pain in the Ass, with the constant need to hit stop and reload whenever I'm trying to submit some form.
So I don't really feel like making any updates until I'm back at work.
Edit: Ugh. To top it all off, the date on my entries is fuct because of the power outage on Friday (the CMOS battery has been out for a while). I hate computers.
Even trying to register for Speakeasy.net is a pain in the Ass, with the constant need to hit stop and reload whenever I'm trying to submit some form.
So I don't really feel like making any updates until I'm back at work.
Edit: Ugh. To top it all off, the date on my entries is fuct because of the power outage on Friday (the CMOS battery has been out for a while). I hate computers.
December 27, 2002
Christmas gifts
I just had to mention the cool shit I got for Christmas. Aside from cash, which is the most versatile gift you can possibly get someone, and the aforementioned book and GIR plushie from Earnie, Gene got me Frigits, the magnetic marble rollercoaster. I've been looking at these things for a while now, since Jerry told me about them.
I finally had the chance to open them up last night. I set up numerous different configurations, and promptly lost about half the included marbles behind the fridge.
The ferris wheel unit doesn't always work right, so the marbles will often glance off of the side of one of the wells and bounce about the kitchen, usually finding its way around to the gap between the wall and the fridge.
Still, though, it's some pretty cool shit. Thanks, Gene.
Jerry and I are thinking about getting each other Roombas because we're both really lazy bastards, but we're still waiting to see how the reviews are on the thing.
I finally had the chance to open them up last night. I set up numerous different configurations, and promptly lost about half the included marbles behind the fridge.
The ferris wheel unit doesn't always work right, so the marbles will often glance off of the side of one of the wells and bounce about the kitchen, usually finding its way around to the gap between the wall and the fridge.
Still, though, it's some pretty cool shit. Thanks, Gene.
Jerry and I are thinking about getting each other Roombas because we're both really lazy bastards, but we're still waiting to see how the reviews are on the thing.
Power Outage and more on Christmas...
Last night I went to sleep around 1:00 or so, after playing a game of computer chess and reading Nick Bantok's Alexandria.
At approximately 7:45 A.M., the power went out around Peachtree Street from North Avenue to about 14th Street this morning. I woke up to the sound of the First Union Building backup generators kicking in--imagine the sounds of a large diesel engine strapped to a skyscraper. Not so shortly thereafter, the plaintive alarms of my two UPS units started. For about forty-five minutes, I half-listened to the syncopated beeping and tried to return to my dreams. Amidst the cacophony, my clock radio kicked off its own alarm, with the morning news and traffic report.
Figuring that listening would just run the battery backup down on the clock, I shut it off and tried in vain to go back to sleep.
I tossed about the bed until about 9:32 and then finally rose to shower and shave for work. I was about 10 minutes late, which isn't really a huge concern.
I had wanted to stop off at the LaVista Sandwich Shop about six doors down from the office to grab a bagel with egg and cheese or something, but as I approached, I noticed their closed door. They're shut down for the season.
So now I'm exceedingly hungry.
For some strange reason (the movie was due shortly...) on Tuesday night, Mom, Jerry, and I watched the beginning of Minority Report. We watched the rest of the movie Wednesday morning after Dad had caught up to the part that we had watched whilst Jerry and I slept. Later that day, we would rent and watch The Sum of All Fears.
See? This is how holidays should be. No real obligations, no particular parties that we have to go to...
After getting home from work last night, I wrapped Jeech, Jules, and Runa's respective presents. I now hate cheap wrapping paper almost as much as I hate merchandise that comes in plastic packaging with the cardboard backing meant to hang on hooks. Wrapping these items is a total pain in the ass, so much so, that I just decided to go to Carroll Street and just hand Blake his present sans wrapping (and hell, that was a book).
At approximately 7:45 A.M., the power went out around Peachtree Street from North Avenue to about 14th Street this morning. I woke up to the sound of the First Union Building backup generators kicking in--imagine the sounds of a large diesel engine strapped to a skyscraper. Not so shortly thereafter, the plaintive alarms of my two UPS units started. For about forty-five minutes, I half-listened to the syncopated beeping and tried to return to my dreams. Amidst the cacophony, my clock radio kicked off its own alarm, with the morning news and traffic report.
Figuring that listening would just run the battery backup down on the clock, I shut it off and tried in vain to go back to sleep.
I tossed about the bed until about 9:32 and then finally rose to shower and shave for work. I was about 10 minutes late, which isn't really a huge concern.
I had wanted to stop off at the LaVista Sandwich Shop about six doors down from the office to grab a bagel with egg and cheese or something, but as I approached, I noticed their closed door. They're shut down for the season.
So now I'm exceedingly hungry.
For some strange reason (the movie was due shortly...) on Tuesday night, Mom, Jerry, and I watched the beginning of Minority Report. We watched the rest of the movie Wednesday morning after Dad had caught up to the part that we had watched whilst Jerry and I slept. Later that day, we would rent and watch The Sum of All Fears.
See? This is how holidays should be. No real obligations, no particular parties that we have to go to...
After getting home from work last night, I wrapped Jeech, Jules, and Runa's respective presents. I now hate cheap wrapping paper almost as much as I hate merchandise that comes in plastic packaging with the cardboard backing meant to hang on hooks. Wrapping these items is a total pain in the ass, so much so, that I just decided to go to Carroll Street and just hand Blake his present sans wrapping (and hell, that was a book).
December 26, 2002
Thursday Morning, 4:38 AM...Christmas in Miami
At about that time, my father walked into my room in Miami, and turned on the light next to the bed. Having just rousted myself from whatever faraway reverie I had in order to funch, I luckily noticed him making his way to the night stand and managed, at the last moment, to avoid that sudden, piercing light which took me back to so many high-school mornings.
Not quite two days prior, I subjected myself to a similar sort of Chinese-Light Torture, where, at about 1:00 AM on December 24, I went to sleep with the light on my nightstand still blazing. Knowing full well that an alarm alone wouldn't wake me up on less than, say, five hours of sleep, the light was my insurance that I would not miss my 9:50 AM flight. Given the stories of the previous days (see my previous entry), I felt it somewhat necessary to get up extra early to make my flight--and were I to have an expected surplus of time, I could just catch up on a few episodes of South Park or Inu-Yasha.
Christmas with the family was pretty much business as usual, and we went to the requisite parties/luncheons. On the night of Christmas Eve (following a much needed nap), we went to Auntie Lydia's place where we met with a whole slew of old childhood friends. Well, mostly my brother's childhood friends--I was probably far too young to really be anything more than the token little-brother figure for the lot of them. Most of them are now married, and a good number of them now have children, which makes me feel as though I've somehow fallen behind in the race to acheive my life-goals. At this point, I'm not even near having a girlfriend, despite my father's assumptions, suggestions, and insinuations. Hell, I think I now know more people in my high school graduating class who have married and/or have children, than those who are single and/or are sans child. Of course, at this point in time, I hesitate to think I'd make a very good dad, despite my willingness to give them my steak***.
But part of me can't shake this feeling of missing out on something, especially when the wives of said associates are quite attractive.
More on Christmas later...
***The Steak Theory: My personal theory of fatherhood. Imagine, if you will, that you're sitting at Bone's or The Highland Tap or whatever your favorite place to eat great steak is (somewhere not All-You-Can-Eat, like Fogo de Chao), and you're currently cutting into what could quite possibly be the greatest steak you've ever eaten. It's juicy, it's flavorful, it's charred in the right places; it needs no sauce of any kind.
Your hypothetical child looks up at you and says, "Dad, can I have your steak?"
You're not ready for fatherhood unless you're willing, eagerly willing even, to relinquish the greatest steak of your life and give it to your child.
That's the Steak Theory.
Not quite two days prior, I subjected myself to a similar sort of Chinese-Light Torture, where, at about 1:00 AM on December 24, I went to sleep with the light on my nightstand still blazing. Knowing full well that an alarm alone wouldn't wake me up on less than, say, five hours of sleep, the light was my insurance that I would not miss my 9:50 AM flight. Given the stories of the previous days (see my previous entry), I felt it somewhat necessary to get up extra early to make my flight--and were I to have an expected surplus of time, I could just catch up on a few episodes of South Park or Inu-Yasha.
Christmas with the family was pretty much business as usual, and we went to the requisite parties/luncheons. On the night of Christmas Eve (following a much needed nap), we went to Auntie Lydia's place where we met with a whole slew of old childhood friends. Well, mostly my brother's childhood friends--I was probably far too young to really be anything more than the token little-brother figure for the lot of them. Most of them are now married, and a good number of them now have children, which makes me feel as though I've somehow fallen behind in the race to acheive my life-goals. At this point, I'm not even near having a girlfriend, despite my father's assumptions, suggestions, and insinuations. Hell, I think I now know more people in my high school graduating class who have married and/or have children, than those who are single and/or are sans child. Of course, at this point in time, I hesitate to think I'd make a very good dad, despite my willingness to give them my steak***.
But part of me can't shake this feeling of missing out on something, especially when the wives of said associates are quite attractive.
More on Christmas later...
***The Steak Theory: My personal theory of fatherhood. Imagine, if you will, that you're sitting at Bone's or The Highland Tap or whatever your favorite place to eat great steak is (somewhere not All-You-Can-Eat, like Fogo de Chao), and you're currently cutting into what could quite possibly be the greatest steak you've ever eaten. It's juicy, it's flavorful, it's charred in the right places; it needs no sauce of any kind.
Your hypothetical child looks up at you and says, "Dad, can I have your steak?"
You're not ready for fatherhood unless you're willing, eagerly willing even, to relinquish the greatest steak of your life and give it to your child.
That's the Steak Theory.
December 23, 2002
DuPree's held it's "Family" Christmas Party last night, and we all stuffed ourselves with a potluck dinner, and tossed gifts all around the bar.
Like I said before, the acrylic yarn that I ordered for Marsha last Monday is still in Transit according to UPS, so I gave her a card which said:
She still demanded that I tell her what I got her at that spot, so I reneged and told her. She was most excited. :)
Earnie got me two really cool things--Bringing Down the House by Ben Mezrich, the story of the M.I.T. Blackjack team, and a stuffed GIR Plushie. Earlier in the week, Earnie was telling me about the Invader Zim stuff he saw at Urban Outfitters, and said "Which one do you have?"--totally trying to figure out which one to get me. Of course, I was totally oblivious.
I'll be flying back down to Miami tomorrow morning at 9:50 in the A.M. Apparently the airports are supposed to be crazy, with one guy getting to his flight two hours early and still being two hours from the counter when his flight took off.
Luckily, I'll be checking in online... hopefully the lines won't be too long.
Like I said before, the acrylic yarn that I ordered for Marsha last Monday is still in Transit according to UPS, so I gave her a card which said:
How do you keep a sweet and lovely girl in suspense?
-Ship her present UPS :(
She still demanded that I tell her what I got her at that spot, so I reneged and told her. She was most excited. :)
Earnie got me two really cool things--Bringing Down the House by Ben Mezrich, the story of the M.I.T. Blackjack team, and a stuffed GIR Plushie. Earlier in the week, Earnie was telling me about the Invader Zim stuff he saw at Urban Outfitters, and said "Which one do you have?"--totally trying to figure out which one to get me. Of course, I was totally oblivious. I'll be flying back down to Miami tomorrow morning at 9:50 in the A.M. Apparently the airports are supposed to be crazy, with one guy getting to his flight two hours early and still being two hours from the counter when his flight took off.
Luckily, I'll be checking in online... hopefully the lines won't be too long.
December 21, 2002
December 20, 2002
Yeah, I can see some of that...
| Disorder | Rating |
| Paranoid: | Low |
| Schizoid: | Low |
| Schizotypal: | Low |
| Antisocial: | Low |
| Borderline: | Moderate |
| Histrionic: | Moderate |
| Narcissistic: | Low |
| Avoidant: | Moderate |
| Dependent: | Very High |
| Obsessive-Compulsive: | High |
-- Click Here To Take The Test -- | |
A Full Week...
This has been quite a week. Like I said before, I went to go see Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers on Tuesday night, following our pool league match.
Our match went quite well--We took 4 out of 5 to secure first place in the division. The four wins over the then-second place team allowed us to give Rob's team a bump up to second place. We have to play a wildcard round two weeks from now, and then figure in the session finals.
The movie was pretty good. I'm not sure about some of the plot changes, but since I don't recall the book itself well enough to delineate the exact differences, I'm going to wait to say anything else, other than to reiterate: Not enough Ents.
The birthday celebration was quite enjoyable. I ended up in quite a stupor towards the end of the night, demanding my cake and trying desperately to find a fork and knife with which to eat it.
I honestly can't say enough about how much I appreciate the gift, too. suggested to that they get a signed copy of the recently out-of-print Super/System, by Doyle Brunson a two-time (maybe more?) winner of the World Series of Poker. It's what just about everyone in the professional poker world would refer to as the "Poker Bible."
And now I have one.
The work week is winding down, too. Unfortunately, the project that I'm currently working requires me to constantly reload a WindowsCE device with old versions of our software product, and upgrade. These upgrades take about 15 minutes each time to reinitialize the entire system, and then I have to check if the changes that I made worked or not.
So now you know where I found the time to learn how to juggle.
Ugh. The unit I was working with basically just choked out, and because, I suspect, of the continual re-loads will now require flashing the harddrive and a total rebuild from the ground up.
Luckily I have a spare...
Sigh.
Our match went quite well--We took 4 out of 5 to secure first place in the division. The four wins over the then-second place team allowed us to give Rob's team a bump up to second place. We have to play a wildcard round two weeks from now, and then figure in the session finals.
The movie was pretty good. I'm not sure about some of the plot changes, but since I don't recall the book itself well enough to delineate the exact differences, I'm going to wait to say anything else, other than to reiterate: Not enough Ents.
The birthday celebration was quite enjoyable. I ended up in quite a stupor towards the end of the night, demanding my cake and trying desperately to find a fork and knife with which to eat it.
I honestly can't say enough about how much I appreciate the gift, too.
And now I have one.
The work week is winding down, too. Unfortunately, the project that I'm currently working requires me to constantly reload a WindowsCE device with old versions of our software product, and upgrade. These upgrades take about 15 minutes each time to reinitialize the entire system, and then I have to check if the changes that I made worked or not.
So now you know where I found the time to learn how to juggle.
Ugh. The unit I was working with basically just choked out, and because, I suspect, of the continual re-loads will now require flashing the harddrive and a total rebuild from the ground up.
Luckily I have a spare...
Sigh.
Musings...part 3
Seven hours ago, I made a waitress weep.
Starting ten hours ago, a bartender was wearing my underwear because she was worried about getting my pants wet.
At eleven hours ago, a whole bunch of people were shooting rubber bands at me, which felt not unlike little pickles.
At fourteen hours ago, I began my slow slide out of sobriety.
A tally:
All in all, a pretty good birthday.
Starting ten hours ago, a bartender was wearing my underwear because she was worried about getting my pants wet.
At eleven hours ago, a whole bunch of people were shooting rubber bands at me, which felt not unlike little pickles.
At fourteen hours ago, I began my slow slide out of sobriety.
A tally:
- Four Ketel One and Tonics
- One 'Sit on my Face Salad'
[ Ed.has informed me that this is actually called a 'Sit on my Face, Sally.' Who's Sally? ] - One Red Velvet Cake
- One Kamikaze
...Yes, I'm a bit of a lightweight...- One Punch Ball
- One extremely cute girl sharing my birthday at DuPree's (no, I didn't talk to her)
- One signed copy of Doyle Brunson's SuperSystem (Rock!)
- What I'd imagine was at least 30 rubber bands
- One Sharpie
- One tape dispenser marked 'TAPE'
- No naked dancing girls
- One weeping waitress
- One bartender wearing my underwear
- A six-game run on Table 5
- One abandoned Pathfinder at Midtown Promenade
- Unfortunately, no nookie
- One Red Velvet Cake
All in all, a pretty good birthday.
December 19, 2002
Musings...part 2.
Four years ago, the House of Representatives impeached President Clinton.
Thirty years ago, the final Apollo mission splashed down in the Pacific.
159 years ago, "A Christmas Carol," by Charles Dickens was first published in England.
Hot chicks born on this day:
Alyssa Milano, currently starring in Charmed
Amy Locane, formerly of Melrose Place
Kristy Swanson, the original Buffy, the Vampire Slayer
Jennifer Beals, from Flashdance
Marla Sokoloff, from The Practice
Ok, the client just called and is requesting that the major changes we make to the product have a minor change in speed. Joy.
Thirty years ago, the final Apollo mission splashed down in the Pacific.
159 years ago, "A Christmas Carol," by Charles Dickens was first published in England.
Hot chicks born on this day:Alyssa Milano, currently starring in Charmed
Amy Locane, formerly of Melrose Place
Kristy Swanson, the original Buffy, the Vampire Slayer
Jennifer Beals, from Flashdance
Marla Sokoloff, from The Practice
Ok, the client just called and is requesting that the major changes we make to the product have a minor change in speed. Joy.
Musings
One year ago, I was unemployed, and Blake and I went to see The Fellowship of the Ring on opening morning.
Three years ago, I told Keely, "I've never thrown up from alcohol." I would go on to have numerous balloons taped to my person. A stripper named "Six" would later tell me that she'd love to see me in drag, and my aforementioned statement would eventually be false.
Thirteen years ago, I sat at home all day, hoping that Amy Karoly would call me. She never called.
Some seventeen or so years ago, I would board a plane in Miami on December 18 and would later arrive in Taipei, Taiwan on December 20. A Pizza Hut pizza with bean sprouts would be my dinner that night.
Three years ago, I told Keely, "I've never thrown up from alcohol." I would go on to have numerous balloons taped to my person. A stripper named "Six" would later tell me that she'd love to see me in drag, and my aforementioned statement would eventually be false.
Thirteen years ago, I sat at home all day, hoping that Amy Karoly would call me. She never called.
Some seventeen or so years ago, I would board a plane in Miami on December 18 and would later arrive in Taipei, Taiwan on December 20. A Pizza Hut pizza with bean sprouts would be my dinner that night.
December 18, 2002
December 17, 2002
Look, ma! Ents!
You know, if you're logged in, Livejournal should put a link on your own page to the frickin' update page. I've got too many windows open with this journal stuff. And why is there a lone purple asterisk just above the time and date fields of this form?
So tonight, at 12:01 AM, we'll be watching The Two Towers. I generally try to go into movies with low expectations, so in general, I'm not disappointed with movies. Sometimes this doesn't work at all, like when I stood up at the end of Cool World and screamed, "I paid six dollars for THAT?!?!?.
But with this movie, however, I can't help but be excited. Fellowship was just so well done. It helps that I agree with the minor (and some major) changes that Jackson made to the plot and characters.
Tonight's also the last night of the session for APA Eight-ball. We're currently in First place amongst the ten teams of the division, and we're hoping to clinch that against the second place team tonight. We didn't do too well last week, but here's hoping we're going to be ok.
If anyone's interested, I got a Borders coupon for 10% off your total purchase between 12-16 and 12-24. I need to buy some stuff for the gang, but I did get something rather amusing for Mr. Holley. Heh.
Of course, shopping for my mother and father is going to be much harder.
So tonight, at 12:01 AM, we'll be watching The Two Towers. I generally try to go into movies with low expectations, so in general, I'm not disappointed with movies. Sometimes this doesn't work at all, like when I stood up at the end of Cool World and screamed, "I paid six dollars for THAT?!?!?.
But with this movie, however, I can't help but be excited. Fellowship was just so well done. It helps that I agree with the minor (and some major) changes that Jackson made to the plot and characters.
Tonight's also the last night of the session for APA Eight-ball. We're currently in First place amongst the ten teams of the division, and we're hoping to clinch that against the second place team tonight. We didn't do too well last week, but here's hoping we're going to be ok.
If anyone's interested, I got a Borders coupon for 10% off your total purchase between 12-16 and 12-24. I need to buy some stuff for the gang, but I did get something rather amusing for Mr. Holley. Heh.
Of course, shopping for my mother and father is going to be much harder.
December 16, 2002
Oh, for those of you still wondering about the answers to the video game captures...
1) Wizard of Wor
2) Venture
3) Rush N' Attack
4) Q-Bert
5) Phoenix
6) Gorf
7) Donkey Kong
8) Galaga
9) Frontline
10) Frogger
11) Ghosts N' Goblins
12) Congo Bongo
13) Donkey Kong Jr.
14) Dig Dug
15) Elevator Action
16) Cheyenne
17) Centipede
18) Crystal Castles
19) Carnival
20) Bump & Jump
21) Krazy Klimber
22) Burgertime
23) Boot Hill
24) Blueprint
25) Berzerk
26) Arkanoid
27) Amidar
1) Wizard of Wor
2) Venture
3) Rush N' Attack
4) Q-Bert
5) Phoenix
6) Gorf
7) Donkey Kong
8) Galaga
9) Frontline
10) Frogger
11) Ghosts N' Goblins
12) Congo Bongo
13) Donkey Kong Jr.
14) Dig Dug
15) Elevator Action
16) Cheyenne
17) Centipede
18) Crystal Castles
19) Carnival
20) Bump & Jump
21) Krazy Klimber
22) Burgertime
23) Boot Hill
24) Blueprint
25) Berzerk
26) Arkanoid
27) Amidar
Nostalgia and other aromatic herbs...
It was only a couple of weeks ago that I realized what it was about the G.L.O.M.L. that I hold on to so much--her innocence. She had this playful laughter that always made me smile. We spent entire days lounging around, tickling and giggling, and she would always approach everything with a child-like wonder.
It would be a few weeks later that I would come to the conclusion that everything I wished to go back to with her, everything that I longed for, is gone. We've been apart for over seven years, now. I don't doubt that she still has that child-like wonder, but it's not my place to partake of it. In the five years we had together, I robbed her of her innocence, with my idiocy and infidelity. She left me jaded, and I hope in the short time that they had together, that Scott had reawakened some of that laughter.
A few months ago, after I had finished some Chinese food, I cracked open my fortune cookie and found the following pearl of wisdom:
You should not revisit a past relationship.
Astute, huh?
Well, it's time to call it a day...
It would be a few weeks later that I would come to the conclusion that everything I wished to go back to with her, everything that I longed for, is gone. We've been apart for over seven years, now. I don't doubt that she still has that child-like wonder, but it's not my place to partake of it. In the five years we had together, I robbed her of her innocence, with my idiocy and infidelity. She left me jaded, and I hope in the short time that they had together, that Scott had reawakened some of that laughter.
A few months ago, after I had finished some Chinese food, I cracked open my fortune cookie and found the following pearl of wisdom:
You should not revisit a past relationship.
Astute, huh?
Well, it's time to call it a day...
December 15, 2002
Jiggly!
But I think I'm losing control, because I programmed it too well, 'cause I'm amazing.
I'm going to have to use that quote sometime in my coding career...
I just watched "The Most Horrible X-Mas Ever." Jhonen Vasquez is a genius. Even cooler, is once I was done watching, "Rise of the Zitboy" was on Nick.
Poker was good to me last night, caught a couple of really good hands (on two hands of Deuces-Jacks, I caught a pair of sevens--once with a seven showing, and another time with pocket sevens). Also went high in Screwy Louie with a pair of sixes and won (T-9-8 of spades, 6 of clubs, and 6 of hearts).
I lost a bit of money at Between the Sheets, which is a stupid, stupid game. I'm still convinced that I need to hone my card skills and come up with a system to the point where playing that game (and others like it) will be a no-brainer.
Overall I'm up about 45 dollars, with some change.
Didn't go to any brunch this afternoon--I got out of poker about 6:00 am, despite Ollie's insistence that I play a hand or two of No-Limit Hold 'Em (yeah, right). Woke up about 1:30 and then went back to sleep for a bit. Eventually just decided to forego brunch after I slept a little too close to the cutoff time for yummy eggs at Diem or Carrol St.
I'm going to have to use that quote sometime in my coding career...
I just watched "The Most Horrible X-Mas Ever." Jhonen Vasquez is a genius. Even cooler, is once I was done watching, "Rise of the Zitboy" was on Nick.
Poker was good to me last night, caught a couple of really good hands (on two hands of Deuces-Jacks, I caught a pair of sevens--once with a seven showing, and another time with pocket sevens). Also went high in Screwy Louie with a pair of sixes and won (T-9-8 of spades, 6 of clubs, and 6 of hearts).
I lost a bit of money at Between the Sheets, which is a stupid, stupid game. I'm still convinced that I need to hone my card skills and come up with a system to the point where playing that game (and others like it) will be a no-brainer.
Overall I'm up about 45 dollars, with some change.
Didn't go to any brunch this afternoon--I got out of poker about 6:00 am, despite Ollie's insistence that I play a hand or two of No-Limit Hold 'Em (yeah, right). Woke up about 1:30 and then went back to sleep for a bit. Eventually just decided to forego brunch after I slept a little too close to the cutoff time for yummy eggs at Diem or Carrol St.
December 13, 2002
DirecTV DSL is shutting down...
I was pretty frickin' happy with their service, and now I'm going to have to go with *some* provider who probably won't give me static IP, unless I pay about 20 dollars more a month.
And who's to say that their service doesn't go down once a week, like some others that I've heard about?
sigh...
I was pretty frickin' happy with their service, and now I'm going to have to go with *some* provider who probably won't give me static IP, unless I pay about 20 dollars more a month.
And who's to say that their service doesn't go down once a week, like some others that I've heard about?
sigh...
Apparently...,
I'm not the only one who's a bit of a pervo...
It occurred to me a while ago that I'm attracted to women of strength--strength of character, strength of personality. A Freudian psychologist would probably associate my attraction with my mother's personality. Despite growing up in a heavily patriarchal society, she's taken a cue from her mother and developed an willful psyche, who doesn't really take shit from anyone. The Devil and The Woman of My Dreams are both like that--wisecracking, intelligent, sardonic, independent.
The irony here is that I'm also rather taken with women who appear to require rescuing. I know I have a paternal streak in me, which at times can get a little...intense. One of the reasons The Great Love of My Life and I split up was because I had fallen into a pattern of lecturing to her, rather than talking with about her problems. I'm pretty sure I get that intensity from my father, though, a man who can get angry about some of the most trivial things. Of this, I can only say that I am my father's son...
So how do I reconcile these somewhat oddly mutually-exclusive attractions?
Umm....
"That's when my daughter took off after him, ran about 300 feet and tackled him on the grass"
Is it hot in here, or is it just me...?
This is the kind of thing that HBO makes Real Sex segments from...
December 12, 2002
I was right...
Last night, I was discussing the racist phallic symbol quiz with Keely, and we were trying to figure out what the appropriate term for a symbol of the female persuasion. I suggested the correct answer, but didn't quite rest 100% on it, because I thought phallus should have an opposite of Latin/Greek origin.
The opposite of phallic *is* yonic, from the Sanskrit word for vulva.
I should have known. Those Greeks and Romans were all about the Platonic butt-sex relationships. They couldn't care less about the sacred Yoni and holding mysteries of the universe in their hands...
Fools...
Words of the moment: apodyopsis, hypnerotomachia, callipygian, colpocoquette
The opposite of phallic *is* yonic, from the Sanskrit word for vulva.
I should have known. Those Greeks and Romans were all about the Platonic butt-sex relationships. They couldn't care less about the sacred Yoni and holding mysteries of the universe in their hands...
Fools...
Words of the moment: apodyopsis, hypnerotomachia, callipygian, colpocoquette
December 11, 2002
The mind wanders...
I've been working on a new version of our product for about three weeks now, lately I feel like I need some serious Ritalin. My attention span has just been at near zero for the past few days. I suppose it could have something to do with lack of sleep, but I am getting some work done (unlike my last few months at Cox Interactive).
I don't know if anyone realizes how happy I am, however, to get back into programming--management was just such a bitch. I've told this to quite a few people, but when you're managing three junior and one senior technical developers, there's just not a lot that you can volunteer your own skills for. Any little projects you give to the junior techs so they can glean some amount of experience, and any big projects you give to the senior tech, so he doesn't get bored and/or resentful (like his boss did...).
So it's no wonder they laid me off--I hadn't really been at all productive since becoming a manager (plus the fact that I tended to confront my boss's decisions in e-mail amongst the circle of my fellow managers--what? He was a dick).
Either way, I'm glad to be coding again.
I don't know if anyone realizes how happy I am, however, to get back into programming--management was just such a bitch. I've told this to quite a few people, but when you're managing three junior and one senior technical developers, there's just not a lot that you can volunteer your own skills for. Any little projects you give to the junior techs so they can glean some amount of experience, and any big projects you give to the senior tech, so he doesn't get bored and/or resentful (like his boss did...).
So it's no wonder they laid me off--I hadn't really been at all productive since becoming a manager (plus the fact that I tended to confront my boss's decisions in e-mail amongst the circle of my fellow managers--what? He was a dick).
Either way, I'm glad to be coding again.
December 10, 2002
In answer to the question posed to me earlier tonight.
My dear, you have the wrong verb.
And as an addendum to the "Worst pains there is" discussion: try a static discharge on your hangnail. How's that for a karmic "fuck-you"?
And as an addendum to the "Worst pains there is" discussion: try a static discharge on your hangnail. How's that for a karmic "fuck-you"?
December 7, 2002
Apres Diem is in dire need of new CDs other than Air, Enya, Sade, and the Gipsy Kings.
And while we're at it, let's take the Air CD out of the DuPree's CD changer, as well.
For some reason I decided to TiVo "Joseph Campbell and the Power of Myth" last night. Because of an article in Salon some months ago, Jerry and I had gotten into a debate on the relative value of Campbell's Mythic Hero theories (especially in light of their application in the Star Wars Trilogy). I couldn't really speak to some of the points the article was trying to make about Bill Moyer's take on Star Wars in "The Power of Myth." I started watching the monstrosity this morning (GPTV is showing the series in two four-hour segments). Add to that the Sci-Fi Channel's 20 hour Mini-series Taken, and I'm running a bit short on hours.
I'm waiting to eat brunch at the moment, and I can't quite decide if I want to eat an omlette or or not--my last cholesterol count was 248 (and that was like two years ago). I might just go with the granola and fruit. Sigh... I want eggs.
And while we're at it, let's take the Air CD out of the DuPree's CD changer, as well.
For some reason I decided to TiVo "Joseph Campbell and the Power of Myth" last night. Because of an article in Salon some months ago, Jerry and I had gotten into a debate on the relative value of Campbell's Mythic Hero theories (especially in light of their application in the Star Wars Trilogy). I couldn't really speak to some of the points the article was trying to make about Bill Moyer's take on Star Wars in "The Power of Myth." I started watching the monstrosity this morning (GPTV is showing the series in two four-hour segments). Add to that the Sci-Fi Channel's 20 hour Mini-series Taken, and I'm running a bit short on hours.
I'm waiting to eat brunch at the moment, and I can't quite decide if I want to eat an omlette or or not--my last cholesterol count was 248 (and that was like two years ago). I might just go with the granola and fruit. Sigh... I want eggs.
December 6, 2002
December 3, 2002
What is it about people who can't bother to follow directions? The woman in front of me on my flight back to Atlanta, while the plane was taxi-ing--before it even got off the ground--decided to recline her seat. Surely she's been asked not to do such before. Why is it that every time I take a flight, there's some idiot who decides that their agenda is far more important than the rest of everyone on board and gets up while the plane is on the runway?
Oh, the plane's on final approach... I gotta shut down...
Oh, the plane's on final approach... I gotta shut down...
And so ends an extended weekend in Miami.
Phew.
For some reason, more than likely money-related, my mother bought me a round-trip for
Thanksgiving weekend where my return flight is taking place on the Tuesday following. I suppose it allows me some extra time to hang out with my parents and Jerry, as well as catch up with some old friends, and these are all moments that I cherish, but I crave my home.
No, not just for the TiVo.
I haven't really slept all that well this weekend; the bed was uncomfortable, etc. etc.; ironically I did get a lot of not-great sleep, however. Every night I basically went to sleep around 11:00 PM, and woke up at 9:00 AM. But for some reason it was unsatisfying. I did have this strange dream where I actually married a brunette women from Eastern Europe. More than likely, Russian, but then again, I couldn't tell you the difference between a Czech and a Slovak. You'd think I'd know, given that I was married to the woman, but, hey, it was a dream, and thus, I don't even remember her name.
She was hot, though...
Phew.
For some reason, more than likely money-related, my mother bought me a round-trip for
Thanksgiving weekend where my return flight is taking place on the Tuesday following. I suppose it allows me some extra time to hang out with my parents and Jerry, as well as catch up with some old friends, and these are all moments that I cherish, but I crave my home.
No, not just for the TiVo.
I haven't really slept all that well this weekend; the bed was uncomfortable, etc. etc.; ironically I did get a lot of not-great sleep, however. Every night I basically went to sleep around 11:00 PM, and woke up at 9:00 AM. But for some reason it was unsatisfying. I did have this strange dream where I actually married a brunette women from Eastern Europe. More than likely, Russian, but then again, I couldn't tell you the difference between a Czech and a Slovak. You'd think I'd know, given that I was married to the woman, but, hey, it was a dream, and thus, I don't even remember her name.
She was hot, though...
November 27, 2002
Eventually the toy will begin to feel comfortable around the children and beg to be played with, Matson said.
"After your children tire of the toy, however," Matson warned, "it will join with other discarded units and try to enslave humanity."
"After your children tire of the toy, however," Matson warned, "it will join with other discarded units and try to enslave humanity."
November 26, 2002
This is why I've turned off the Recommendations Auto-record feature on the TiVo. Of course, my TiVo likely thinks that I'm a large family consisting of:
Yes, I know I watch too much TV. Shut up
My Amazon and Netflix recommendations are pretty screwed up, too. My Amazon Gold Box keeps offering me knives, baby mobiles and monitors, and Star Trek DVDs...go figure.
I don't imagine that Netflix knows what to do with me, either--foreign films, science fiction, dramas, comedies, classics--I pretty much like them all. And then I go and rate Dude, Where's My Car? four stars, and blow it all to hell...
- A young child who watches cartoons (Samurai Jack, Invader Zim, Justice League)
- A teenaged boy who watches sci-fi action dramas and rude comedy (Buffy, Angel, Firefly, Smallville, Stargate, Enterprise, South Park)
- A teenage girl who watches teen angst dramas (Buffy, Gilmore Girls Yes, I watch Gilmore Girls. Lauren Graham is a total M.I.L.F. The dialogue is very well-written. Stop laughing. Fuck you...)
- A mother who likes cooking shows and adult-oriented comedies (Good Eats, Naked Chef, Sex and the City, Mind of the Married Man)
- A father who likes real-life dramas and maybe some nostalgic comedies (The Sopranos, 24, John Doe, That 70s Show)
- A random unleashed sex fiend/pervert (Real Sex)
Yes, I know I watch too much TV. Shut up
My Amazon and Netflix recommendations are pretty screwed up, too. My Amazon Gold Box keeps offering me knives, baby mobiles and monitors, and Star Trek DVDs...go figure.
I don't imagine that Netflix knows what to do with me, either--foreign films, science fiction, dramas, comedies, classics--I pretty much like them all. And then I go and rate Dude, Where's My Car? four stars, and blow it all to hell...
November 25, 2002
ALIGN=LEFT>At 9:48 pm on November 23, Alexis Lulee Grace Ahmed was born. Five pounds, ten ounces, and nineteen inches tall.
Congratulations, Zuaelie! I can't wait to see you both.
Not fifty minutes ago, a diminutive Vietnamese woman named Tina was in the process of shearing away some of my hair.
When I walked into the Chinese barbershop/hair salon, I walked over, and she scissored two fingers into her hair, and I nodded. She pointed me towards a chair, and I sat; she wrapped a towel about my neck and draped a sheet decorated with some Patrick Nagel/Ty Wilson-wannabe graphic over me. And then she started to cut my hair.
No talking. No asking how I wanted it styled.
Once, after she had already started, she pointed at my hair in a couple of places, and muttered something, and I tried to explain to her that I couldn't speak Chinese very well. It would be about 30 minutes later, after the shampoo and the teeth-rattling massage, when she would tell me (in English) that she was from Vietnam, and ask me about myself.
At the time, however, all of this just wasn't at all upsetting to me. I just placed my trust in this woman to cut my hair appropriately.
This is, of course, in preparation for my return to Miami, so I can avoid my father's insistence that my hair is too long, and the therefore subsequent obligation to go see Lucy, the woman who used to cut my hair when I was living down there.
It's not that I don't like going to see Lucy, but you need to understand that with a trip back home, certain obligations have a tendency to crop up. Because my parents are my parents, I don't really get to say no to the "can you tell me what's wrong with the computer?" question (I've luckily ducked out on a lot of these questions since moving to Atlanta, since Jerry lives in Boynton Beach...).
Other obligations: going shopping for who knows what. While this may seem like something that would appeal to me, invariably we'll go shopping for the most tedious things,
The most taxing of the expected obligations is the Moving of the Stuff. For some reason unapparent to those of us under the age of 31, we need to move Stuff around the house a lot--from trunks full of clothes, to, more usually, furniture. Beds, shelves (and the books on them), dressers, etc. My mom and dad are worried about my father's back. Jerry and I, are worried about our own...
Oh well... Here's to family get-togethers.
Oh yeah, the haircut turned out fine.
I actually did go to see Die Another Day yesterday afternoon, with Jeech and Earnie. It was entertaining enough, but quite stupid in parts. For example, why would anyone get onto a plane in North Korea, dressed in army fatigues, and then change into some ho-cake tube top, arm-length gloves, and skin-tight white pants? Is this really necessary? Give me Famke Janssen in a short cotton robe anyday...
When I walked into the Chinese barbershop/hair salon, I walked over, and she scissored two fingers into her hair, and I nodded. She pointed me towards a chair, and I sat; she wrapped a towel about my neck and draped a sheet decorated with some Patrick Nagel/Ty Wilson-wannabe graphic over me. And then she started to cut my hair.
No talking. No asking how I wanted it styled.
Once, after she had already started, she pointed at my hair in a couple of places, and muttered something, and I tried to explain to her that I couldn't speak Chinese very well. It would be about 30 minutes later, after the shampoo and the teeth-rattling massage, when she would tell me (in English) that she was from Vietnam, and ask me about myself.
At the time, however, all of this just wasn't at all upsetting to me. I just placed my trust in this woman to cut my hair appropriately.
This is, of course, in preparation for my return to Miami, so I can avoid my father's insistence that my hair is too long, and the therefore subsequent obligation to go see Lucy, the woman who used to cut my hair when I was living down there.
It's not that I don't like going to see Lucy, but you need to understand that with a trip back home, certain obligations have a tendency to crop up. Because my parents are my parents, I don't really get to say no to the "can you tell me what's wrong with the computer?" question (I've luckily ducked out on a lot of these questions since moving to Atlanta, since Jerry lives in Boynton Beach...).
Other obligations: going shopping for who knows what. While this may seem like something that would appeal to me, invariably we'll go shopping for the most tedious things,
The most taxing of the expected obligations is the Moving of the Stuff. For some reason unapparent to those of us under the age of 31, we need to move Stuff around the house a lot--from trunks full of clothes, to, more usually, furniture. Beds, shelves (and the books on them), dressers, etc. My mom and dad are worried about my father's back. Jerry and I, are worried about our own...
Oh well... Here's to family get-togethers.
Oh yeah, the haircut turned out fine.
I actually did go to see Die Another Day yesterday afternoon, with Jeech and Earnie. It was entertaining enough, but quite stupid in parts. For example, why would anyone get onto a plane in North Korea, dressed in army fatigues, and then change into some ho-cake tube top, arm-length gloves, and skin-tight white pants? Is this really necessary? Give me Famke Janssen in a short cotton robe anyday...
November 24, 2002
November 22, 2002
Spades Night Aftermath
So tonight's the big Bones night.
Close to about a year ago, Jeech and I competed against Patty and in a Spades game to 10,000 points. The stakes were a dinner at a restaurant of the winner's choice.
The game took about 4-6 months to complete, because Jeech and Nandu got sidetracked into playing Three-Card Dumbass for a few months. When it finally started back up, Patty and Nandu's team skills seemed to have improved. They had always tended to take a lot of sandbags, and bagged over quite frequently. But when we started over, Patty and Nandu seemed to grasp the concept of sloughing off a little better.
So much so, that they defeated us.
It was pretty exciting, actually; the final hand we were near even, both threatening to break the 10,000 mark. I went Nil to put us over by a greater number of points. I knew I couldn't get set. Unfortuantely, we had 7 sandbags, and with Jeech trying to cover me on all counts, I made my low, Jeech made his tricks, we sandbagged over and lost.
Heartbreaking way to lose...
So tonight we're taking Patty and Nandu to Bones for dinner.
The bastards.
Close to about a year ago, Jeech and I competed against Patty and
The game took about 4-6 months to complete, because Jeech and Nandu got sidetracked into playing Three-Card Dumbass for a few months. When it finally started back up, Patty and Nandu's team skills seemed to have improved. They had always tended to take a lot of sandbags, and bagged over quite frequently. But when we started over, Patty and Nandu seemed to grasp the concept of sloughing off a little better.
So much so, that they defeated us.
It was pretty exciting, actually; the final hand we were near even, both threatening to break the 10,000 mark. I went Nil to put us over by a greater number of points. I knew I couldn't get set. Unfortuantely, we had 7 sandbags, and with Jeech trying to cover me on all counts, I made my low, Jeech made his tricks, we sandbagged over and lost.
Heartbreaking way to lose...
So tonight we're taking Patty and Nandu to Bones for dinner.
The bastards.
November 21, 2002
There's a reason you don't give people like me weapons...
I just found out that the sum of the lawsuit against the HOA is along the lines of $180,000.
One. Hundred. Eighty. Thousand. Dollars.
ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY THOUSAND DOLLARS!
WHAT THE FUCK?!
The stupid wench is suing for an amount about 39 grand greater than the value of her bleeding condo!
I'm about a hair's breadth away from going apeshit.
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
There...I've gone apeshit.
One. Hundred. Eighty. Thousand. Dollars.
ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY THOUSAND DOLLARS!
WHAT THE FUCK?!
The stupid wench is suing for an amount about 39 grand greater than the value of her bleeding condo!
I'm about a hair's breadth away from going apeshit.
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
There...I've gone apeshit.
I hate being an adult.
Ok. About two months ago, I made the motions to start refinancing my condo, because the rates were good, and I could use the extra cash. First I had to call around to all the various insurance companies and get condo contents insurance coverage. Most of the time, mortgage companies will want you to show some proof of coverage so they know that they're not going to just lose money on shit.
It took me about 2 weeks to get anywhere with coverage because my existing car insurance company (State Farm) apparently had quotas on how many homeowner's policies that they could write. So I finally found a company that would cover me (Farmers), paid their fucking blood money, and got ready for the refinance.
After shopping around for good rates, I actually put an application in for my refinance with a company who took my application (along with a $300 application fee). At one point I had to meet a guy at my place so he could appraise it, and then...nothing.
For two weeks.
When I finally get some news, it's bad--some litigious bint who lived here for less than a year has decided to sue the Homeowner's Association and the Developer of the place for water damage (to her bloody furniture). Someone please explain to me how the damned homeowner's association is liable for water damage? How does that make any sense?
On top of that, because the HOA has only been in the control of the homeowners since January of this year, the refinancing's underwriters have determined that the mortgage will be unwarrantable. Eh? All of this means absolutely nothing to me. I've been paying the fucking HOA since October of 2000. How exactly does the voting control of the stupid thing matter?
Well, I can bitch and moan all I want, but the bottom line is that
I need to find out who sued the HOA, so I can spit a chocolate-oj-milk-based loogie on her if I ever see her again.
It took me about 2 weeks to get anywhere with coverage because my existing car insurance company (State Farm) apparently had quotas on how many homeowner's policies that they could write. So I finally found a company that would cover me (Farmers), paid their fucking blood money, and got ready for the refinance.
After shopping around for good rates, I actually put an application in for my refinance with a company who took my application (along with a $300 application fee). At one point I had to meet a guy at my place so he could appraise it, and then...nothing.
For two weeks.
When I finally get some news, it's bad--some litigious bint who lived here for less than a year has decided to sue the Homeowner's Association and the Developer of the place for water damage (to her bloody furniture). Someone please explain to me how the damned homeowner's association is liable for water damage? How does that make any sense?
On top of that, because the HOA has only been in the control of the homeowners since January of this year, the refinancing's underwriters have determined that the mortgage will be unwarrantable. Eh? All of this means absolutely nothing to me. I've been paying the fucking HOA since October of 2000. How exactly does the voting control of the stupid thing matter?
Well, I can bitch and moan all I want, but the bottom line is that
- I need to do more running around to get my place refinanced,
- I'll probably get a higher rate than what I locked in at, and
- Dealing with mortgage companies is about as fun as I'd imagine being the recipient of lubeless fisting would be.
I need to find out who sued the HOA, so I can spit a chocolate-oj-milk-based loogie on her if I ever see her again.
November 20, 2002
Frogger taught me how to jaywalk...
RetroCrush has a great quiz on some classic (and some not-so-classic) video games. Ah, this really takes me back. I remember sitting with my brother at my dad's old work (he worked in--not for--a hotel that his boss owned), playing the cocktail cabinet Space Invaders game that the hotel manager would add like 100+ credits to.
I shudder to think of exactly how much money I've spent on coin-op videogames over my entire lifetime. I don't know if I'm exaggerating when I say it's probably over $10,000.
Is that sad?
Feh...I had fun.
November 19, 2002
Wo die Hölle ist meine Zitrone Plätzchen?
This article has inspired me to check out the following translations:
And one more:
Donde en el infierno está mi galleta del limón??
Où l'enfer est mon citron biscuit?
Dove il hell è il mio limone biscotto?
Onde o inferno é minha limão bolinho?
And one more:
Oh! Arcs-en-ciel! J'aime ceux, ceux suis frais.
Went to see The Ring yesterday with Katie--finally. We had postponed it a week at a time for the past three weeks. Various mix-ups and/or other events (going-away parties, etc) got in the way. But I think it was worth the wait. Deliciously creepy.
Tonight, we're playing Krystal's team in 8-ball. More than likely, I'm expecting to post me against Jeff. Hopefully, it'll work out. Marcus told me yesterday that he might not be playing because he's scheduled to work at Diem tonight. That might help...
Heidi told me that UPN cancelled Haunted the other day. I thought it was a pretty good show, but I suppose I'm glad that I now have an extra 40 minutes or so to my week. Sheesh. I really am a slave to the TiVo.
Tonight, we're playing Krystal's team in 8-ball. More than likely, I'm expecting
Heidi told me that UPN cancelled Haunted the other day. I thought it was a pretty good show, but I suppose I'm glad that I now have an extra 40 minutes or so to my week. Sheesh. I really am a slave to the TiVo.
November 17, 2002
Like a Cold Shower...
Scheduled for last night approximately 8:00--
Hot Water Music playing at the Masquerade.
I met Jason at the bar around 7:30, expecting to leave at around 8:30, because the Masquerade is a respectable venue that wouldn't deign to start a punk rock show on time (again, fuck you, Tabernacle). I ate some Thai food, played some cards and got all set to leave. Jason and I drove up to the Masquerade around 8:35 or so. I did notice a significant lack of cars/line/various people milling about, aside from the occasional vagabond.
So just as Jason and I walk up to what the Masquerade deems "the box office," I noticed the sign:
Fuck.
We ended up going back to Jason's place and playing some chess for a bit, and then going to see the Motolitas at Star Bar. We got there just in time to see them start their set. Courtney pretty much rocked. I wish I played guitar as well...
The Helgas would come on right afterwards--John would tell me later that it was the Helga's CD Release party, and had I known that, I might have picked up a CD--they were pretty good.
But as it stands, I'm still pissed about missing Hot Water. The whole time we were listening to the Motolitas and the Helgas, I felt like moshing. Go figure. That's three shows out of 2002 that I've missed. One at the aforementioned Tabernacle. One which I missed altogether from not monitoring the site. And this one. Pigfuck.
So now I'm at Diem, getting some brunch. It's about an hour and forty minutes until the Dupree's Anniversary Party (14th).
Hot Water Music playing at the Masquerade.
I met Jason at the bar around 7:30, expecting to leave at around 8:30, because the Masquerade is a respectable venue that wouldn't deign to start a punk rock show on time (again, fuck you, Tabernacle). I ate some Thai food, played some cards and got all set to leave. Jason and I drove up to the Masquerade around 8:35 or so. I did notice a significant lack of cars/line/various people milling about, aside from the occasional vagabond.
So just as Jason and I walk up to what the Masquerade deems "the box office," I noticed the sign:
HOT WATER MUSIC is CANCELLED
Fuck.
We ended up going back to Jason's place and playing some chess for a bit, and then going to see the Motolitas at Star Bar. We got there just in time to see them start their set. Courtney pretty much rocked. I wish I played guitar as well...
The Helgas would come on right afterwards--John would tell me later that it was the Helga's CD Release party, and had I known that, I might have picked up a CD--they were pretty good.
But as it stands, I'm still pissed about missing Hot Water. The whole time we were listening to the Motolitas and the Helgas, I felt like moshing. Go figure. That's three shows out of 2002 that I've missed. One at the aforementioned Tabernacle. One which I missed altogether from not monitoring the site. And this one. Pigfuck.
So now I'm at Diem, getting some brunch. It's about an hour and forty minutes until the Dupree's Anniversary Party (14th).
November 15, 2002
I guess I was punk once.
You're not punk, and I'm telling everyone.
Save your breath; I never was one.
--Jawbreaker, "Boxcar"
So despite my living in Atlanta, what could very well be considered a cultural mecca compared to the armpit that is Suburban Miami, I'm a bit on the fence as to what to do this Friday evening.
On one hand,
Well there was the last Hot Water show that I went to (err...that I actually got to see Hot Water Music play, that is...fuck the Tabernacle for starting the show at 8:00 pm. Who the hell starts a punk show on time??), the merch guy noticed my Spoke shirt (the one that I sleep in now), and gave me a free No Idea comp CD just because I was wearing it.
But lately I've turned into a old, preppy guy--hell, I dress in turtlenecks and peacoats from Old Navy. I feel completely out of place wearing an old flannel and some 11 year old shirt.
And the young kids who go to see these shows, which, of course, have to be all-ages shows--they're all angry at the world, raising their sweaty fists to the beat of the music, clomping around and denting the bulbous toe of my Frankensteinian Doc Martens.
I just can't keep up...
November 14, 2002
Celebrate Official Drive-Poorly Day
Today is Officially Drive-Poorly Day.
Driving in the middle lane of Ponce de Leon intown this morning, I was almost squeezed into an accident by a large SYSCO eighteen-wheeler in the right lane and a white corporate van in the left, until one of them got the clue that the white dashes painted with the road were there for some reason.
Farther down the road, the right lane was blocked off (following Briarcliff/Moreland) because of some idiotic beautification effort where the right side of the road will now be stone-paved or something (like anyone really cares what the side of the road looks like...).
Either way, said blockage just meant that the guy who needed to turn left right off of that intersection, so graciously blocked by oncoming traffic awaiting a green light, would in turn block the rest of us from any forward movement, until the fools to the left took up the gargantuan holes of space between their cars and let the guy on through. Of course, that took about a literal minute, which while it doesn't seem like much, is actually an eternity--For example:
You get the idea.
From there, I would go on to encounter:
But at last, I'm at work, and for administrative reasons, we've decided to table my primary task for the day. Now I just need to wade through some third-party code and integrate it into our product. From what I have seen of the code, however, I fear this may require a complete overhaul of what the aforementioned third-party tried to do.
Joy.
Word of the moment: betise
Driving in the middle lane of Ponce de Leon intown this morning, I was almost squeezed into an accident by a large SYSCO eighteen-wheeler in the right lane and a white corporate van in the left, until one of them got the clue that the white dashes painted with the road were there for some reason.
Farther down the road, the right lane was blocked off (following Briarcliff/Moreland) because of some idiotic beautification effort where the right side of the road will now be stone-paved or something (like anyone really cares what the side of the road looks like...).
Either way, said blockage just meant that the guy who needed to turn left right off of that intersection, so graciously blocked by oncoming traffic awaiting a green light, would in turn block the rest of us from any forward movement, until the fools to the left took up the gargantuan holes of space between their cars and let the guy on through. Of course, that took about a literal minute, which while it doesn't seem like much, is actually an eternity--For example:
One minute = 60 seconds
Average Rate: 7.6 expletives/second
Estimated expletives spewed = 456
You get the idea.
From there, I would go on to encounter:
- Various fools turning left off of Ponce without the use of their turn signals;
- Another eighteen-wheeler carrying some large construction vehicle trying blocking off all of Scott Blvd. while trying to back into a house;
- A Honda CRV whose driver believes that the appropriate on-ramp speed to merge onto I-285 is 35 MPH; and
- A taxi (Atlantans will understand).
But at last, I'm at work, and for administrative reasons, we've decided to table my primary task for the day. Now I just need to wade through some third-party code and integrate it into our product. From what I have seen of the code, however, I fear this may require a complete overhaul of what the aforementioned third-party tried to do.
Joy.
Word of the moment: betise
November 13, 2002
Tight Racks
Depending on who you're playing, a 3:3 APA league race can be quite nerve-racking.
I was playing Ty tonight--we're both handicapped at 4, and he took the first game quite soundly. We traded a bit on the second game which I won, and the third game was a real challenge for me defensively.
My five was tied up with the eight ball, and he only had the twelve to run through before attempting the eight. I kept trying to leave him with a shot from against a rail, or force him into a bank or a kick shot.
One of my defensive shots left the cue ball against the rail around a diamond away from the side pocket; the cue was frozen to my five, which was frozen to the eight. My opponent had a keen sense of aim, so that even though he might not sink a ball, he could do enough to avoid giving me ball-in-hand.
Which in this low-percentage case, he did.
We would trade a few more defensive leaves before he eventually had to shoot on the clustered eight (I had combo-ed my two ball to sink his twelve). Thus breaking open the table, I was able to sink my two then my five, and finally, the eight.
The final game of the match is the kind that every pool player aspires to. I usually break a rack so that there are good options for running a number of solid and stripes, and perhaps a few good defensive opportunities. Quite often, however, I'll end up not sinking a ball at all, which allows some of my more skilled opponents to run the table out.
I was a little afraid of this scenario, given Ty's skills. But just following the cue's resonant cracking against the surface of the One ball at the apex of the tightly-packed spheres, I heard Nandu shout, "Go Eight!" My eye followed the eight ball creeping slowly toward the far left corner pocket. It decelerated, however, and hung a few inches from the depths of the pocket.
The twelve ball which had so hampered me in the previous game, however, rolled ever so slowly toward the eight ball. I could see the two balls line up perfectly, and then the eight ball fell into the void.
I had made an Eight-on-Break.
Now I don't want to give the impression that this is some ultra-rare, once-in-a-blue-moon occurence. On the contrary, I know some players who can consistently sink the eight ball on the break, some even in consecutive games.
But this is probably like what my dad felt when he hit his first Hole-in-One. And that's a good feeling, indeed.
Speaking of Tight Racks, there were two women at the bar following the match, both quite shapely and cute. One was loud and playful in a trashy sort of way, which just made me want to spank her... err... yeah.
And the other was just really, really great to look at.
Women. Sigh.
Word of the moment: Adept
I was playing Ty tonight--we're both handicapped at 4, and he took the first game quite soundly. We traded a bit on the second game which I won, and the third game was a real challenge for me defensively.
My five was tied up with the eight ball, and he only had the twelve to run through before attempting the eight. I kept trying to leave him with a shot from against a rail, or force him into a bank or a kick shot.
One of my defensive shots left the cue ball against the rail around a diamond away from the side pocket; the cue was frozen to my five, which was frozen to the eight. My opponent had a keen sense of aim, so that even though he might not sink a ball, he could do enough to avoid giving me ball-in-hand.
Which in this low-percentage case, he did.
We would trade a few more defensive leaves before he eventually had to shoot on the clustered eight (I had combo-ed my two ball to sink his twelve). Thus breaking open the table, I was able to sink my two then my five, and finally, the eight.
The final game of the match is the kind that every pool player aspires to. I usually break a rack so that there are good options for running a number of solid and stripes, and perhaps a few good defensive opportunities. Quite often, however, I'll end up not sinking a ball at all, which allows some of my more skilled opponents to run the table out.
I was a little afraid of this scenario, given Ty's skills. But just following the cue's resonant cracking against the surface of the One ball at the apex of the tightly-packed spheres, I heard Nandu shout, "Go Eight!" My eye followed the eight ball creeping slowly toward the far left corner pocket. It decelerated, however, and hung a few inches from the depths of the pocket.
The twelve ball which had so hampered me in the previous game, however, rolled ever so slowly toward the eight ball. I could see the two balls line up perfectly, and then the eight ball fell into the void.
I had made an Eight-on-Break.
Now I don't want to give the impression that this is some ultra-rare, once-in-a-blue-moon occurence. On the contrary, I know some players who can consistently sink the eight ball on the break, some even in consecutive games.
But this is probably like what my dad felt when he hit his first Hole-in-One. And that's a good feeling, indeed.
Speaking of Tight Racks, there were two women at the bar following the match, both quite shapely and cute. One was loud and playful in a trashy sort of way, which just made me want to spank her... err... yeah.
And the other was just really, really great to look at.
Women. Sigh.
Word of the moment: Adept
November 12, 2002
No matter what the game, playing against someone whose skill level is significantly better than yours is extremely taxing. Unless your opponent is educationally inclined, the comparative speed in which he assesses a given situation and executes his moves will only serve to unbalance you, and make your game worse.
Chess pisses me off.
Let's try something...
I couldn't find your mother today.
I recall when she gave you to me,
warm and soft, her laughter
still adorned on her cheeks like rouge.
It's been too long since I've seen her,
and I know she sits,
veiled and shivering,
smelling of hankerchiefs and salt
amongst the tightly-pressed lips and fake smiles,
the hissing murmurs
which always follow a cold body.
Sigh. Ok. I couldn't work on that anymore. It sucked.
Word of the moment: Fend
Chess pisses me off.
Let's try something...
I couldn't find your mother today.
I recall when she gave you to me,
warm and soft, her laughter
still adorned on her cheeks like rouge.
It's been too long since I've seen her,
and I know she sits,
veiled and shivering,
smelling of hankerchiefs and salt
amongst the tightly-pressed lips and fake smiles,
the hissing murmurs
which always follow a cold body.
Sigh. Ok. I couldn't work on that anymore. It sucked.
Word of the moment: Fend
November 10, 2002
The Great Net Slambook
About 1994-1995, back when the Internet was getting popular, I had started learning the basics of web design and programming. Drawing an idea from both Judy Blume novels and junior high school, I thought it might be neat to code up an HTML form to take and record all the various and sundry quirks, likes, and dislikes for anyone who visited my page, yes, a CGI Slambook.
Fortunately, my exceeding laziness convinced me, in a very devil-on-shoulder fashion, that actually doing something like that would be a horrendous waste of time, and thus, the Hsiao's version of the Great Net Slambook would only live in Lucien's Library.
Cut forward to November 10, 2002, and a few days after starting this livejournal, I happen upon the following quiz while playing with the Random Find Users link.
Sigh. So society has taken what could very likely be the greatest collaborative tool, the fastest and most far-reaching communication mechanism created to date, and reduced it to a junior-high school exercise in mental masturbation.
Oh well. At least I can still download MP3s...
Sex: Male
Birthday: 12/19/1973
Sign: Sagittarius
Siblings: Jerry
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Brown
Shoe size/height: 10.5, 5'11"
Who are your best friends?: Nandu, John
Any tattoos or piercings: Nope
Do you do drugs: Not once, but I'm all for legalizing marijuana
What are you most scared of: Either Michael Bolton or Kenny G.
What are you listening to right now: Stephen Cravis' "Through the Kaleidoscope," a remarkably pleasant piano piece reminiscent of some of the stuff that Wyndam Hill puts out.
What vehicle do you wish to have? Lexus SC430 or Kaneda's Motorcycle from Akira
Who is the last person that called you: A wrong number
Where do you want to get married: Either Atlanta or Las Vegas
If you could change anything about yourself, what would it be? My intense urge for female companionship
Color: Dark Green
Whats your fav. food?: pretty much any food
Boy's names: Phil A., Andrew
Girls names: Amanda, Angela
Subjects in school: English, Computer Sci
Sports: Rock Climbing, Skiing
Given anyone a bath: Yes (??)
Smoked: Nope
Bungee jumped: Twice
Broken the law: Nothing beyond traffic laws
Made yourself throw-up: Yes, just to have the post-vomit relief from nausea.
Ever been in love: Abso-fuckin-lutely
Gold or Silver: Silver
What do you have for breakfast in the morning: Daily: Cereal/Waffles. Weekends: Some fancy brunch thing like Salmon Benedict
Current Clothes: T-shirt & Boxers (I'm in bed)
Current Mood: Tired.
Current Taste: Nothing in particular/stagnant saliva
Current Annoyance: a nagging hunger at 2:47 am
Current Smell: Scrubbing Bubbles Mildew remover with Bleach.
Current thing you ought to be doing: sleeping
Current Desktop Picture: High school graduation: me and my ex
Current Favorite Group: Hot Water Music
Current Book: Some personal finance book
Current DVD In Player: random pr0n
Current Refreshment: Most recently, a Napoleon following brunch/water
Current Worry: I haven't had sex in so long, I'm wondering if they've changed it.
Drink: water
Shoes: Generally black leather lace-ups
Candy: Sour Patch
TV Show: Old Buffy, Firefly
Vegetable: Potato
Fruit: Most any fruit.
On Dating.... Dating was far easier in high school and college when the people you considered dating were around you constantly. Dating, now that I'm older, just sucks because I couldn't really date co-workers at my old job, and I'm really too shy to approach women without abject terror seizing me.
Long or short hair? I like women with long hair. I like women with short hair. Really depends on the woman.
Dark or blond hair? Again, depends on the woman.
Tall or short? No preference, but as I'm almost 6'0", taller is more accomodative.
Mr. Sensitive or Mr. Funny? I'm more sensitive than funny. See, here's one of the perils of just boguing a questionnaire from a Random link--this is where I guess I'm supposed to answer if I like Mr. Sensitive or Mr. Funny more, which if I were a woman, I'd say "Mr. Danger." Casting this question towards the male, however, I'd say Ms. Funny, because in general, I'd be getting Ms. Sensitive in the same package.
Good guy or bad guy? I'm far too much the good guy. I've been with both good and bad girls. Depends on the girl...
Dark or light eyes? Shrug.
Hat or no hat? Depends on the hat...
Pierced or no? Piercings can be sexy...
Freckles or none? Freckles can be cute.
Stubble or neatly shaved? I think I'd like the women I see not to have stubble on their legs...
Rugged outdoorsy type or sporty type? Uhhh, what? I guess sporty (who wrote this quiz??).
On preferences....
Chocolate milk or hot chocolate? hot chocolate
McDonalds or Burger King? McDonalds, in general, if I absolutely must...
Marry the perfect lover or the perfect friend? Lovers can be trained. Friends cannot.
Sweet or sour? Both.
Root Beer or Dr. Pepper? Root Beer
Sappy/action/comedy/horror? All of the above.
Cats or dogs? Cats, for the most part.
Ocean or Pool? Depends on the setting.
Mud or Jell-O wrestling? They're always room for Jell-O
With or without ice-cubes? Depends on her mood.
Shine or rain? Shine
Winter/Summer/Fall/Spring? Winter
Vanilla or Chocolate? Vanilla
Gloves or mittens? Gloves
Chewing gum or hard candy? Hard Candy
Chicken or fish? Chicken
Number? 315
Holiday? Halloween
Place? Las Vegas or Newnan
Flower? Either Calla Lilies or Orchids--I'm not really up on my flower knowledge...
So there it is. Somehow I feel dumber for having completed it. Or maybe it's just because I've listened to the same song on repeat for the past hour...
Word of the moment: carabiner
Fortunately, my exceeding laziness convinced me, in a very devil-on-shoulder fashion, that actually doing something like that would be a horrendous waste of time, and thus, the Hsiao's version of the Great Net Slambook would only live in Lucien's Library.
Cut forward to November 10, 2002, and a few days after starting this livejournal, I happen upon the following quiz while playing with the Random Find Users link.
Sigh. So society has taken what could very likely be the greatest collaborative tool, the fastest and most far-reaching communication mechanism created to date, and reduced it to a junior-high school exercise in mental masturbation.
Oh well. At least I can still download MP3s...
Sex: Male
Birthday: 12/19/1973
Sign: Sagittarius
Siblings: Jerry
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Brown
Shoe size/height: 10.5, 5'11"
Who are your best friends?: Nandu, John
Any tattoos or piercings: Nope
Do you do drugs: Not once, but I'm all for legalizing marijuana
What are you most scared of: Either Michael Bolton or Kenny G.
What are you listening to right now: Stephen Cravis' "Through the Kaleidoscope," a remarkably pleasant piano piece reminiscent of some of the stuff that Wyndam Hill puts out.
What vehicle do you wish to have? Lexus SC430 or Kaneda's Motorcycle from Akira
Who is the last person that called you: A wrong number
Where do you want to get married: Either Atlanta or Las Vegas
If you could change anything about yourself, what would it be? My intense urge for female companionship
Color: Dark Green
Whats your fav. food?: pretty much any food
Boy's names: Phil A., Andrew
Girls names: Amanda, Angela
Subjects in school: English, Computer Sci
Sports: Rock Climbing, Skiing
Given anyone a bath: Yes (??)
Smoked: Nope
Bungee jumped: Twice
Broken the law: Nothing beyond traffic laws
Made yourself throw-up: Yes, just to have the post-vomit relief from nausea.
Ever been in love: Abso-fuckin-lutely
Gold or Silver: Silver
What do you have for breakfast in the morning: Daily: Cereal/Waffles. Weekends: Some fancy brunch thing like Salmon Benedict
Current Clothes: T-shirt & Boxers (I'm in bed)
Current Mood: Tired.
Current Taste: Nothing in particular/stagnant saliva
Current Annoyance: a nagging hunger at 2:47 am
Current Smell: Scrubbing Bubbles Mildew remover with Bleach.
Current thing you ought to be doing: sleeping
Current Desktop Picture: High school graduation: me and my ex
Current Favorite Group: Hot Water Music
Current Book: Some personal finance book
Current DVD In Player: random pr0n
Current Refreshment: Most recently, a Napoleon following brunch/water
Current Worry: I haven't had sex in so long, I'm wondering if they've changed it.
Drink: water
Shoes: Generally black leather lace-ups
Candy: Sour Patch
TV Show: Old Buffy, Firefly
Vegetable: Potato
Fruit: Most any fruit.
On Dating.... Dating was far easier in high school and college when the people you considered dating were around you constantly. Dating, now that I'm older, just sucks because I couldn't really date co-workers at my old job, and I'm really too shy to approach women without abject terror seizing me.
Long or short hair? I like women with long hair. I like women with short hair. Really depends on the woman.
Dark or blond hair? Again, depends on the woman.
Tall or short? No preference, but as I'm almost 6'0", taller is more accomodative.
Mr. Sensitive or Mr. Funny? I'm more sensitive than funny. See, here's one of the perils of just boguing a questionnaire from a Random link--this is where I guess I'm supposed to answer if I like Mr. Sensitive or Mr. Funny more, which if I were a woman, I'd say "Mr. Danger." Casting this question towards the male, however, I'd say Ms. Funny, because in general, I'd be getting Ms. Sensitive in the same package.
Good guy or bad guy? I'm far too much the good guy. I've been with both good and bad girls. Depends on the girl...
Dark or light eyes? Shrug.
Hat or no hat? Depends on the hat...
Pierced or no? Piercings can be sexy...
Freckles or none? Freckles can be cute.
Stubble or neatly shaved? I think I'd like the women I see not to have stubble on their legs...
Rugged outdoorsy type or sporty type? Uhhh, what? I guess sporty (who wrote this quiz??).
On preferences....
Chocolate milk or hot chocolate? hot chocolate
McDonalds or Burger King? McDonalds, in general, if I absolutely must...
Marry the perfect lover or the perfect friend? Lovers can be trained. Friends cannot.
Sweet or sour? Both.
Root Beer or Dr. Pepper? Root Beer
Sappy/action/comedy/horror? All of the above.
Cats or dogs? Cats, for the most part.
Ocean or Pool? Depends on the setting.
Mud or Jell-O wrestling? They're always room for Jell-O
With or without ice-cubes? Depends on her mood.
Shine or rain? Shine
Winter/Summer/Fall/Spring? Winter
Vanilla or Chocolate? Vanilla
Gloves or mittens? Gloves
Chewing gum or hard candy? Hard Candy
Chicken or fish? Chicken
Number? 315
Holiday? Halloween
Place? Las Vegas or Newnan
Flower? Either Calla Lilies or Orchids--I'm not really up on my flower knowledge...
So there it is. Somehow I feel dumber for having completed it. Or maybe it's just because I've listened to the same song on repeat for the past hour...
Word of the moment: carabiner
November 9, 2002
Why must I be too lazy to get up from the computer and change the channel?
Umm... the theme for tonight's Iron Chef is
Codfish
It was just on after Good Eats and Naked Chef. I swear. The incessant use of the Backdraft and Glory soundtracks is rather grating when I think of Scott Glenn, Kurt Russell, Denzel Washington, and Morgan Freeman dying skin-boiling/musket-ball-in-the-brain deaths while two chefs prepare meals for poorly-dubbed fools.
Codfish
It was just on after Good Eats and Naked Chef. I swear. The incessant use of the Backdraft and Glory soundtracks is rather grating when I think of Scott Glenn, Kurt Russell, Denzel Washington, and Morgan Freeman dying skin-boiling/musket-ball-in-the-brain deaths while two chefs prepare meals for poorly-dubbed fools.
a quiet evening...
Went to sleep at 6:15 last night (err... this morning...) for some reason because after trying to watch all three Godfather movies at Rob's place, playing four games of chess (in the we-made-a-mockery-of-the-game-of-chess sense) with Nandu and Jason, and eating way too much wonderful food prepared by Keely (plus Jessyca's delectable tiramisu, I went home at about 4:30, showered the smoke from me, and began to play Hoyle Casino (2 Texas Hold'em Tournaments) and Hoyle Card Games (Hearts and Gin Rummy).
Woke up around noon today, and watched some TV, and then went to eat brunch at Apr´s. John and I then went to CompUSA and I bought another SiPix for Jerry and some other stuff. Went to CD Merchants afterwards to look for used CDs, because let's face it. I'd rather buy a used CD to prevent the freaking RIAA to get any additional income. As a matter of fact, I think I may sell a good many of my CDs now--it's not like I listen to most of them...
But I digress. After CD Merchants, I went to Target and bought some cleaning shit for all the mildew growing on my mildew-resistant shower curtain. What gives? I did get to see what could be one of the most sultry women I've ever seen walking by me amidst the aisles of the store. Or maybe I'm just being hyperbolic because it's really just been far too long.
So anyways, I made some leftover pasta that Keely left for me with garlic and oil (when garlic starts growing roots and stuff, is the darker part in the middle of the clove OK to eat? I sure hope so, 'cause if not...uhhh.... uh-oh...). Cleaned the tub, and watched John Doe.
I was thinking about heading to the bar, but I'm a bit tired, and I don't feel like getting all smoky. So I'm going to upgrade my computer so I can use USB 2.0 devices. Yay.
Word of the moment: odalisque
Woke up around noon today, and watched some TV, and then went to eat brunch at Apr´s. John and I then went to CompUSA and I bought another SiPix for Jerry and some other stuff. Went to CD Merchants afterwards to look for used CDs, because let's face it. I'd rather buy a used CD to prevent the freaking RIAA to get any additional income. As a matter of fact, I think I may sell a good many of my CDs now--it's not like I listen to most of them...
But I digress. After CD Merchants, I went to Target and bought some cleaning shit for all the mildew growing on my mildew-resistant shower curtain. What gives? I did get to see what could be one of the most sultry women I've ever seen walking by me amidst the aisles of the store. Or maybe I'm just being hyperbolic because it's really just been far too long.
So anyways, I made some leftover pasta that Keely left for me with garlic and oil (when garlic starts growing roots and stuff, is the darker part in the middle of the clove OK to eat? I sure hope so, 'cause if not...uhhh.... uh-oh...). Cleaned the tub, and watched John Doe.
I was thinking about heading to the bar, but I'm a bit tired, and I don't feel like getting all smoky. So I'm going to upgrade my computer so I can use USB 2.0 devices. Yay.
Word of the moment: odalisque
November 7, 2002
Some verse:
The muffled klaxon of a car alarm
plays its own 7:00 A.M. cock's crow
piercing the dense foam of plugs
stinking of sweat and earwax.
And the sunlight,
too weak to warm the odd patch of skin
exposed without blankets,
wends its way through oddly-bent metal blinds,
to repaint my dreams
with skies translucent and blood-red.
Word of the minute: ellipsis
The muffled klaxon of a car alarm
plays its own 7:00 A.M. cock's crow
piercing the dense foam of plugs
stinking of sweat and earwax.
And the sunlight,
too weak to warm the odd patch of skin
exposed without blankets,
wends its way through oddly-bent metal blinds,
to repaint my dreams
with skies translucent and blood-red.
Word of the minute: ellipsis
Stick a fork in me.
Work can be pretty tough when you're fighting off sickyness and a splitting headache--especially when you've reinstalled Windows 98 and Windows 2000 on two separate boxes while hypothesizing why rsync doesn't work right on the Transmeta Crusoe. Apparently it's not the Crusoe, but some weird installation issue with our client's setup.
Fuck Windows; fuck Bill Gates; Fuck Ballmer and his crazy epileptic monkey self.
Chris is now playing I am the World Trade Center. Not too bad. His laptop's speakers sound better than the $30 pair that I got with my first computer in 1993 or so. Big shock.
Oh, by the way,, after considering the amount of time I would have to devote writing my own journal system, I decided, "fuck it," and asked to give me a code. So he gave me the one that he gave to nandu. You snooze, you lose.
Word of the minute: moist
Fuck Windows; fuck Bill Gates; Fuck Ballmer and his crazy epileptic monkey self.
Chris is now playing I am the World Trade Center. Not too bad. His laptop's speakers sound better than the $30 pair that I got with my first computer in 1993 or so. Big shock.
Oh, by the way,
Word of the minute: moist
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