There Is Blood On Our Hands Again
Have you ever noticed that no matter how loud you listen to Death From Above 1979 it is not anywhere near loud enough?
You’ll Have To Pick Just Three
It’s even better if you translate it into Chinese and back again. I’ll leave that up to you, songmeanings.net and google translate.
What? Where Am I?
I know where I haven’t been — the internet. This week revealed itself to be mostly a pile of midterm sized paperwork. Plus, Sarah has been absorbing a good deal of my attention, which pays dividends in her general awesomeness and the amount of her attention that I get to absorb in return.
Hold Your Horses
I hung out with Sarah this afternoon. We watched Nacho Libre, cooked and ate a delicious dinner, and then watched Syriana. Interspersed in there was a review of her photography and a shameful review of my own. Rumor has it that we could do art-type-things Friday and Saturday, which means that I wouldn’t necessarily have to wander through a crowd of strangers to look at art-type-stuff. Glorious.
So, uh, everyone behave yourself and keep your hooting and hollering to a dull roar. Now if you don’t mind, I have do some reading.
Also, maybe obsessively go through my photos looking for things that say “look, I’m not a terrible, terrible hack.”
No! I will stay on task!
At This Rate, We Could Be Here A — Oh. I Already Said That
I’m still uploading my entire 36 gigabyte gallery to my new web server. It’s taking forever, for suitable definitions of forever.
I asked Google how long it would take.
((36 - 22) * gigabytes) / (20 (kilobytes per second)) = 8.49540741 days
Thanks, Google.
Son of Sam, Son of a Bitch
Gettin’ Paid, gettin’ rich
My team did… not well… in the programming contest today. I missed the opening at the Minnesota Center for/of/near Photography. I’m gonna go play Trivial Pursuit to make up for it.
Happy Belated Birthday, Stan!
I feel kind of bad for not being prepared for Stan’s birthday yestertoday. That’s right, I just made up a word that means the day before the day that it technically is when you’re still awake from the day before and most people haven’t woken up for todaymorrow. I think that todaymorrow defines itself. Maybe I should go to sleep.
Stan is like the big brother that I should have had. I hope that he likes his two CDs of Death From Above 1979 goodness. Now he can rock OUT while washing the dishes.
Maybe I should wash the dishes for his birthday, too — or for any reason. Man, I’m the worst roommate ever.
Happy birthday, Stan! <3 <3 <3
Photo Post
This was for the “abstract” assignment. How arty!
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The Plague
I got a flu shot today. Zach came in even though he was sick because he hungered for brains. I locked him out and barred the door, telling Kamran to stay quiet and maybe Zach would go eat a designer instead.