Grand Old Day 2005

Seriously, I’m going to do my homework now, but first I wanted to put my final project from Rhet 3102: Digital Photography online in a non-pdf form. OpenOffice exported my slides as awful html. I should just replace them with a php page, but I am too lazy, so I made an album in my gallery.

Cover
http://gallery.jpmullan.com/2005RhetPhotoProject

Yes, I was up until 6am finishing this back in May. The captions are on the last page on purpose.

Leave a comment...

Another bike note

Going up the hill in front of the house felt like flying. I feel like I could use a taller top gear like I had on the black devil bike that would chant “faster faster” as I chased cars in the few flat parts of Stillwater in 1991. I’m lucky that I never died, what with the helmetless riding and all. I think that bike was stolen or I just broke too many teeth off of the chainring. Maybe both. I hope so, bike stealing jerks — let’s see you sell my $5 bike that my dad bought in some random dude’s back yard. That bike didn’t shift properly either.

This isn’t really bike related, but I’m actually only spending $25 a month on gas plus $70 on parking. That makes the bike-related savings even slimmer if I don’t ditch the green car (another $50 per month if I do). Oh yeah, that is indeed bike related.

There is a wonder called the U Pass which is like unlimited bus riding for a semester for like $90. $70? That right there is the ultimate savings, so that is probably what I will do, except that I can’t afford it right now. HAHAHA I LOVE YOU UNIVERSITY AUTOMATED PROCESSES. Jerks. GIVE ME THE MONEY THAT WAS LOANED TO ME A MONTH AND A HALF AGO.

Time to do homework. I’m not even slightly tired.

Leave a comment...

Pantslessness

I think that the heat is starting to break. That is the only explanation that I can come up with for my unprovoked lawn mowing and bike tuneup-ing. Tuning up. One of the spokes is broken, but I got a bunch of gunk out of the chain, straightened out the mounting of the rear wheel, and put air in the tires. I rode in circles a little bit, but I was too lazy to go in and get my helmet so I could ride around the neighborhood.

Read 754 more words, see 3 more images, and read 2 comments...

This is why it is good to have a little brother

Even if he’s just your faux brother. When I was mowing the lawn he got out his plastic lawn mower. When Lisa was watering the flowers with a bucket of water from Noah’s kiddie pool, Noah was following her with a smaller bucket, spilling water everywhere. I didn’t see it today, but every day when Stan comes home Noah screams “DADDY” and gives him big hugs and stuff.

This all makes my uterus hurt.

Read 2 comments...

Wish You Were Here

What an awesome day! I overslept and was woken up by a tiny distant voice which dragged me out of unconsciousness into a blurry staggering awareness. My head was full of bricks as I leaned over the railing to see Noah at the bottom of the stairs calling for me to wake up. Normally this is just the sort of thing to make me smile and amble genially into the shower, but I had seen the clock even with my glasses off and I knew that I was very late already. Getting to the stairs without my glasses on might give you an indication of how tired I was — I put on my glasses like some people breathe. If you see me without my glasses while I am awake, you should probably worry about me.

http://jpmullan.com/blog/51

Anyway, somehow I managed to transform my morning routine from an hour to just twenty minutes. I then got into my sauna to drive to work. At work I was crabby, Paul was crabby, and I had to work on the designers’ Mac again, where I don’t have a login. That means that my bookmarks are not my own and I can’t run a real mail client that remembers my username and password, so I had to use the U’s awful web mail client. I can’t plug in my mp3 player to charge it, and Paul uses speakers so I have to either tune that out or buy in completely.

When I don’t have my bookmarks in the browser, I view them online, with a redirect script to hide the bookmarks page from prying eyes. This is usually plenty of protection, except, of course, when I go to read the blog of someone who is as obsessive about viewing their web stats as I am, who follows the referrer back to my redirect script and then figures out the domain name so they can read page after page of my blog but not comment and not email. That leaves me only with my robot friends who visit and try to let the world know the wonders of the sites that they represent. Hint: the sites involve cards. I am suddenly deleting 30 of those a day, which makes the comments of random strangers that much more precious.

I was crabby all day, which is the wrong way to get through life. I took a hard nap when I got home, one that was so good it hurt. My hands fell asleep and when I woke up my mouth tasted like hotdogs. Now that’s a power nap! I got a hold of Paul on AIM and we apologized to each other for being crabby jerks. He had been drinking downtown — possibly by himself. Dear Paul: are you okay?

Later, Cake Woman called me. We had a nice chat, but then what? We have a very strange friendship — she’s one of the few people who can make me laugh my ass off, but I’m like a C list friend so we never do anything, especially now that I can’t hook her up with any more free Maibock. She doesn’t read my blog, she’s never seen my photography (except of her cake and that night when I got super really hammered and walked to the Lake of the Isles). Oh well, I’m not gonna mess with anything that nets me free cake and excellent music recommendations.

As you might have guessed, I’m wide awake again, but I think that I will be able to get to sleep soon. Cross your fingers. I think that tomorrow might call for all the songs that make do the Humpty Hump, back to back, at maximum volume. That may lead to me dancing.

Jesse Dancing

Maybe not.

P.S.: Two whole people did the obsessive thing besides me, so I am at least outnumbered. HAha.

Read 2 comments...

No Soliciting

Leave a comment...

Stop searching for the doodlebops!

Fine, if you’re going to search, I will have something for you: DeeDee without her makeup.

Hot: http://www.travelblog.ca/photo.php?id=150

Not: http://www.travelblog.ca/photo.php?id=276

Also: a funny epinion about the show: http://www.epinions.com/content_181919518340

Just as a reminder, Noah LOVES this show. I lose brain cells when I watch it, so it’s a bit like drinking, only without the sticky feeling later.

If you missed the earlier post, it is here: http://jpmullan.com/blog/261.

Read 3 comments...

The Darth Side: Memoirs of a Monster

The Darth Side: Memoirs of a Monster

Oh lord I am a giant nerd and I can’t sleep. I’m wide awake. I think that I drank too much coffee and too late. Sonofa.

Leave a comment...

I have to say I’m a great fan of triangles

Paul came over and we idled the Team Kickass Drunk Wagon, but didn’t drive it anywhere. (That’s a gentle metaphor, there is no wagon and if we were drunk we wouldn’t have driven it, yo) There was a tiny bit of discussion of w3junkies, but the rest of the time we just hung out on the deck and talked about girls. He did mention that he and six of his friends were renting two attached four bedroom duplexes (a split 8 bedroom house), and that there was one bedroom free. The idea was strangely appealing - being part of a big drinky party house. But no, I’d be thirty by the time I would move in, and who wants to live in a party house at 30? I mean, besides me. MMmm… beer.

The Venture Brothers: “Are You There God? It’s Me, Dean” equals funny.

Henchmen #21: I think it was two ninjas taped together to make one giant ninja!

Hey, there is a free clip from the pilot online: You have to defile a mummy completely. That clip is of poor quality but excellent humor.

Leave a comment...

Boing Boing: Mapping Hacks

Boing Boing: Mapping Hacks

Hey, I wonder if Stan can get me this book for free, since he has the O’Reilly connection.

http://www.oreilly.com/catalog/mappinghks/

I never thought that I was a mapping nerd until I started fooling around with the gallery developer map, which seems like my largest contribution outside of the migration module.

Uh, nevermind. It’s way too hot upstairs. I’m going back to the air conditioned wonderland of the kitchen, where there may also be food.

Leave a comment...

RSS

People I Know

Random Stuff

Recently Listened

38 queries. 0.104 seconds.

Technorati Profile