Archive for May, 2008
friday free for all »
Friday, May 30th, 2008
… If you’ve been paying attention, you know that I’m currently chilling in my room in sweatpants instead of sporting casual Friday gear in a cube. Good times.
… The mini-feed isn’t collapsible anymore on the Book? Why do the developers hate me so? Why don’t they stop fucking around and get to the next iteration already. Where I can look at profiles without being back-handed by a dozen applications and can choose what to look at.
Why would I want to look at my own mini-feed? I change a quote and then need to confirm that I did? Seems like an idiotic idea laced with stupid. Get on with it, Facebook Development.
… I’m thinking about getting Skype. Has anyone used this consistently? Is it any different than calling through iChat, MSN messenger or AIM or even Google Talk? all of which I already have
… There’s some series of episodes on the Revolution on the History Channel right now. I may have the NSA on my back after this, but the strategies here sure seem a lot like terrorism…
… and finally:
My work machine caught a bug and I had to wipe the entire thing. I’m spending some time reinstalling a ton of programs while sorting and shredding papers and trying to figure out how my room got so out of hand.
All flat surfaces are covered in junk except for my desk, which currently has two lapbooks parked on it. The carpet needs a good vacuuming. Really, I’ll probably start watching movies in the background, get the work machine into working order and clear maybe one pile of stuff. there’s still the packaging from my now-missing lock. ::sob::
back to the stand-by »
Thursday, May 29th, 2008
I walked off the rail last night in an almost jovial mood. This is odd for me. I was near-optimistic and looking forward to having Friday off.
Then I was bitch-slapped and swear I heard a “ha” come from the heavens in the booming voice that talked to Charlton Heston that one time. Where my bike had stood proud and defiantly eco-friendly was a crowd of bikes that were decidedly not mine.
I think it may be the continuous vindication that leaves me with such a dismal impression of the human animal and it’s survival. In any case, my bike was jacked and I had to walk an unexpected mile to the house.
I’m not surprised. Bike theft is easy and ridiculously common. Still, it’s lame. I have my old bike (the tattered remains of what used to be a two-wheeled form of transport), but I’m still slightly peeved.
Turns out, after the walk, a quick dinner and some reading, I missed the lock more than the bike. I didn’t really spend much (relatively) on the bike and half-expected to have it stolen anyway. It was nice having a cable lock.
Anywho, I’m back to the old shitty bike and I have a few options:
a] I can buy a new bike at the same price,
b] bring the remaining one in for a massive tune-up (and pimp it to the nines),
c] take time on weekends to figure out a tune-up for myself and ride pub-tran around (because driving is for ignorant scum) until all parts are assembled in working order or
4] deal with the bike as is.
I’m leaning toward c, but have a feeling I’ll only muster the motivation for 4.
On a lighter note, Gladys Knight and the Pips:
band »
Wednesday, May 28th, 2008
All around me is dark, but for some light filtering through the light fixture in the suspended ceiling. I wake knowing I should get more sleep, that I’ve only had a few hours rest, but can’t remember why. Then, in quick flashes, the previous night materializes.
The crowd at the bar, the overwhelming noise, the streets I didn’t recognize, the police lights flashing behind me, unable to dial the phone at the station, my parents finally picking me up; violent bursts of memories until I was back, staring at the ceiling in the dark. (more…)
national treasure: book of secrets »
Wednesday, May 28th, 2008
… is unbelievably bad. That’s a play on words. It’s terrible because it’s so ridiculous the first one seems like an article in New Yorker. “Phoned this one in” is being far too generous.
Nick Cage (The rock, face/off) has reduced himself to a freshman understudy in a production of “Christmas Carol.” His lines were delivered with the same interest I put into munching a cheese sandwich.
I wanted to like it. I wanted to. Hell, I liked the first in all it’s haze of ridiculous and flood of absurd, but this one fell short in every way. The effects were obvious and annoying. The direction wasn’t entertaining. The “action” was forced and preposterous.
So many things wrong, so little time. Don’t waste any money on it. Disney’s doing just fine without your help.
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happy (post) memorial day »
Tuesday, May 27th, 2008
I sit here, back in my felt-lined cage of despair, hoping you all enjoyed your extra day of relaxation. I spent yesterday mostly on my ass. I did two loads of laundry and watched a couple movies related: national treasure 2 is impressively bad; well played bruckheimer/disney, you’ve done it again.
Why was I holed up in my light-less room for most of the day? I was and likely still am drunk on vitamin D and nursing near-second-degree burns to the scalp.
Sunday I partook in Sound Set ’08. The weather forecast called for about eight hours of scattered strong storms. I, being meteorologically retarded, opted against sunscreen. By four there was no sign of storm and my scalp was a lost cause. we did end up getting about 3.5 minutes of light drizzle and three clouds.
First, I was a big fan and had an awesome time, but have some read: many issues with the set up:
— No re-entry? Sure, control the crowd; makes sense.
— Tickets? Sure, because everyone buys more than they need and it keeps the money in one place.
— Metrodome bathrooms? Um… This one has me a bit confused. Wouldn’t that be incredibly inconvenient and make taking a piss a 30-minute ordeal involving too many sweaty and heat-stroked players? a: yes.
— 6 beer lines? Is downright unfair. There are, like, two and a half million people here.*
— Beer lines weaving between tables? … so no one’s sitting here, but we need to bottleneck and then crowd three times before getting drinks? great.
— $7 miller lite in a plastic bottle/ one per ID? I’ve heard of festival pricing, but wtf?!? one at a time means you’d have to get your beer and hop in line for another rotation four times to catch a buzz. a $30 buzz.
— didn’t release a line-up? sure, that make sense. ’cause now i’m stuck here for nine hours without sustenance but for delicious corndogs, cheese curds and $4 waters. stellar.
— all of the above? are you trying to fuck us in the ass? I get it, the tickets were cheap, but there’s no way in shit I’m wasting two hours having a piss and waiting in line for a shitty beer at $7 each. Assholes.
Now that’s out of the way. The show drew all kinds by “all kinds” i mean those urgently avoiding an “alex P. Keaton” sort of look. The people watching was epic conforming to anti-conformity is surprisingly cheap. The music, for the most part, was awesome. Here’s a rundown of a few:
Mac Lethal… made me want to buy his album, though I didn’t. The set was solid and the rhymes were hilarious. The guy’s funny. He even took time to bad-mouth nickelback and fergie. Genius.
POS… put on his usual greatness. If only retarded people would start to like him so he’s blow up like Soulja Boy I hate myself for even typing that fucker’s name.
dilated peoples… had a solid concept, but got too caught up in hyping the crowd.
Aesop Rock… is my new favorite. Listen to none shall pass and get back to me. I really dug Rob Sonic and his fatness. That constantly pumping arm was hilarious.
Atmosphere… worth the price of admission, the shitty planning and cell-block-like security measures along with the probable heat stroke and wicked burn. I hadn’t seen them live before. twas the sweetness.
That’s how my holiday weekend went and the main reason for my laziness yesterday. I’ve a shortened week as compensation for the shit-storm of last week. I’m already looking forward to sleeping in…
* plus or minus 2.76 million