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...
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