Written on Thursday, the 16th of June, 2005 at 2:57 am and was filed under:
Wallowing,
Music,
school
When I was younger I heard tell of a band with two bass players. “Do tell!” I said, and forced my mother’s then boyfriend to help me order a CD from such a band through the now defunct Northern Lights record store. Mother FUCKER that’s indie, yo. Anyway, I enjoyed the album, even though I didn’t get all of it. Later, I sucked up everything that they outputted (including one album on cassette, which was a MISTAKE, because now I can’t enjoy it, since it is in the garage in a tub that is meant to fit under ones bed, but instead is in the aforementioned home for cars, which is too small to accomodate said tub and a vehicle). When they broke up (sad) I switched to Firewater, which is also THE AWESOME, but in a different way. Eventually I picked up the Red Expendables, but, uh, it wasn’t the same. So be it.
Anyway, even though I enjoyed the albums of Cop Shoot Cop, I don’t think that I really appreciated them until just recently. Anyway, I enjoyed the company of a friend tonight, but bookended it by singing along to a particular CSC song very loudly in my car. THIS IS WHY WE HAVE CARS. Cars aren’t for transportation, they are moving receptacles for loud singing.
Looking for a bar to burn
Waiting for the tide to turn
Some people never learn
And I should know
It isn’t really as bad as all that. I just knew that I would end up playing a role, but that role would not be a starring one, and that would be kind of sucky. Still, it’s only when I’m very drunk that I feel like my spleen is being ripped out, and only when Paul is a jerk and asks me stuff that he knows (theoretically) will gut me. Maybe he doesn’t know because he’s too busy lighting the engines on fire and crashing feverishly into the nearby mountains. I understand that he will not be enjoying the spirits the weekend after next, and that’s a shame, because that would be a reasonably good time to fire up the Team Kickass drink wagon and drive it from Dinkytown to the West Bank or wherever.
Anyway, I’m mostly upset because I had to ask my dad for help getting a book for the class in which I am currently enrolled. I didn’t want to ask him. I mean, I don’t like asking anyone for help, but he’s really the last resort. Happy fucking father’s day.
No, I’m not drunk, I’m just reasonably confident that he doesn’t have a half decent computer at his house, and the only family member who reads my blog (besides Lisa) is a cousin on my mom’s side. Sure, there’s a pile of fucking drama there, but that has little to do with anything that I’m talking about right now, so we can all just take a chill pill and leave that shit behind us.
Yes, it was a vaguely crappy day, despite some interesting javascript at work and a little vindication since I was able to implement part of a thing quickly due to strategic foresight and planning. Okay, every day I clench up tight because coding is taking far longer than I expect, even when I stay on task, which, as the days creep by, I am doing more and more. I mean, sure I put Strong Bad on in the background, but I wasn’t watching it. Crap. Not to sound like certain self-doubting friends of mine, but I’m totally getting fired.
CSci 4011 has been fairly fun so far, for the two classes that I have taken. It seems a bit like unraveling regular expressions from the inside out - starting at the theoretical. I understand that it is 5011 where one actually uses regular expression, but one has to walk before one can jump.
I ran into a TA from my first semester back who is summering as a custodian. I viewed his resume, and it all made me very sad. I’m fairly sure that he won’t read my blog, but if so, man, I’m fucking sorry. I’d give you my job but I need it. Also, I’m more experienced? Well, I’m certainly older. Thank you thefacebook.com for all my stalking needs.
Not that I’m stalking anyone.
Crap.
I should go to bed before I say anything more embarrassing.
If you’re wondering, the CD is a mix that I made to assist in the removal and replacement of my flawed… uh… heart… thing. Installation is the reverse of removal. Tighten all bolts to ninety foot pounds of torque in the star pattern illustrated on page 23 of this manual.
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Written on Wednesday, the 15th of June, 2005 at 3:17 am and was filed under:
Wallowing,
Nerdity,
school
Those of you who haven’t been able to read this blog because you use some AOL business may find it more amenable to your presence. I had nothing against you before, but Wordpress didn’t install an option during an upgrade, so it wasn’t specifying a complete Content-Type. Who knew? Well, I did, eventually. That’s neither here nor there.
Gallery Party in NYC! The weekend of August 20th! YES!
I will try very hard not to steal the Gallery party in favor of a week-belated celebration of me turning 30. 30! I have a stock joke about reaching the untrustable age: at 20 you die inside, and at 30 you join the undead. Fortunately for me, I am in school with 18 and 19 year old freshmen who will provide plenty of fresh (as in unused) brain matter for my feasting.
Speaking of school, I started CSci 4011 yesterday: Formal Languages and Automata Theory. It could be a real doozy, but it’s the only class that I’m taking over the summer, which means that I am off campus by like five or six every day! This is totally screwing up my schedule - especially since I have been taking an unofficial mini-vacation - sort of a busman’s holiday where I have been only working, going to “class” and tipping back a few on the weekends. It has been really strange, but I have managed to not worry about much for like two weeks.
Anyway, all that will shortly come to a close as I get my schedule figured out and get back on the Gallery horse. I still have a task list around here somewhere. I’m hoping that my experience at work of late will help me to push back the stuff that has been terrifying me: namely having to send every single line of code I write through the bharat and mindless filters. The new kids come around and are impressed by the migration module, but they apparently don’t know (or want to know) how that was like removing my own gallbladder on national television. I know about the spreader that I left in the incision - they miss that part. The real reason that I haven’t been working is because finals last semester broke my brain right as the distractions started piling on, and then the crew that usually hung out on irc just wasn’t there. I get some of my motivation from interaction (even the yourmom stuff), but… uh…
Maybe I’m just lazy. I dunno. I have my ticket though, and a ticket to Walt Mink on Friday, and maybe Paul will agree to another Team Kickass evening of debauchery, and maybe I will get another cake, and maybe Stan and I will finally start that techno goth band and maybe everything will be awesome all the time and as I walk down the street the band will play my theme song.
That was certainly an awesome ramble. I enjoyed it, and I hope you enjoyed it. I’m gonna go to sleep now.
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Written on Wednesday, the 15th of June, 2005 at 2:09 am and was filed under:
Comics
Concerned: The Half-Life and Death of Gordon Frohman
I haven’t even played Half Life 2 and this shit is funny. Actually, I bought Half Life 2 for my mom for Christmas and she beat it. Then she sent me pictures of a six foot tall snow penis that someone built in the park. Maybe I have told both of these stories before.
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Written on Monday, the 13th of June, 2005 at 10:30 pm and was filed under:
Wallowing,
Nerdity
SON OF A
You know, it’s easy to ignore such a flaw in the winter, but now that the monsoon season has hit Minnesota, I am totally screwed. Sigh.
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Written on Sunday, the 12th of June, 2005 at 10:50 pm and was filed under:
Food
Everybody needs a cute girl to bake them a cake
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Written on Saturday, the 11th of June, 2005 at 4:48 pm and was filed under:
Diversions,
Photography
My heart was a little bit broken when we put the pieces of my camera back together and it no longer worked. :(
Oh hell, my heart has been broken for weeks — if not years.
More pics on Paul’s site (from his camera phone)
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Written on Saturday, the 11th of June, 2005 at 4:45 pm and was filed under:
Diversions,
Food
Four one dollar beers do not equal one four dollar beer.
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Written on Friday, the 10th of June, 2005 at 2:54 am and was filed under:
Comics
Que Sera Sera: SWEET AS THE PUNCH
Remind me to never write anything again unless it is as steeped in awesome as the website above. I was writing a long mopey email to a friend and took a break to read some blog action and almost immediately stopped the email forever.
It was This post: http://queserasera.org/archives/000916.html
Maybe I will stick to the ol’ photography, since the digital photography class went so awesomely, except for the not-sleeping-until-6am business last night as I put together my final project.
I did take an excellent nap this afternoon while Lisa was massaging a random woman and Stan was taking Noah to Toys-R-Us, which is closing. It was the sort of nap where I didn’t notice myself falling asleep, but I woke up with a start. Since I had no immediate need to get up I enjoyed a little cool down period where I closed my eyes and half-napped. I might be a little sore tomorrow because I didn’t stretch before my nap, but that soreness can be a real badge of honor.
Also, Sideways was excellent. I highly approve. You don’t need me to tell you that, since everyone and their mothers already loves it and are drinking wine by the bucketfull as a result. In our home we drank our usual motley bucket of spirits, from Maibock to pear cider to screwdrivers. Pear cider! That used to be the goto salve for Lisa’s moods. Now it is just something we have in the fridge.
I’m gonna go lie awake in bed for a number of hours now. There is a price to pay for a good nap, and this is it.
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Written on Monday, the 6th of June, 2005 at 12:06 am and was filed under:
Comics
LUKE CHUEH
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Written on Sunday, the 5th of June, 2005 at 12:39 am and was filed under:
Diversions,
Food
I shouldn’t have to tell you what I thought of this movie. Totally awesome. I’d go so far as to call it a masterwork, but then I’m generous and not judgemental.
The plotting was intricate without being busy, the camerawork inventive without being overwrought with artiness, and the action was violent without being a vast sea of meaningless combat. Basically, this movie was the polar opposite of Star Wars Episode Three: well written, well acted, well done. I could go on about the anti-hero turning evil and being undone in the end, but that would be stretching the analogy far beyond its domain.
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