Monthly Archives: July 2005

POP+SMTP 1

Meat Beat Manifesto – It’s The Music
Peaches – F**k the Pain Away

Unbeknownst to me, my e-mail was down for two days. I lost my eBay auction on the Ladytron LP. :( I haven’t really felt up to the tedium of typing out all of the stuff we did when me and Ben partied at his house. My voice-recognition software is being a fucker. GRR. And with my hands-free mouse, I’m sure that I’m going to be in a new world of annoyances as I use my computer.

Well anyway, we played this drinking game thing which was pretty fun. Drifting into Ben’s room, we danced for a while to Fischerspooner, NIN, and Basement Jaxx’s “Oh My Gosh.” Then we went running around in the streets, pretending we were driving cars. We were all drunk and hitting on Royce. He inexplicably bit Ben on the neck on the way back to the house. Nothing happened though, which I guess is a very good thing. I had this dream that night that me and Royce and Ben had this big threesome orgy thing and I woke up expecting to have to extract myself from a smelly pile of man-flesh, but thankfully it was just a dream.

I have been downloading this band that I haven’t listened to since like 1999, Meat Beat Manifesto. I really don’t know how to classify it. It’s sort of like Hive, but with better beats and songs that don’t stretch into six minutes of ennui.

I have been big on data backups this week. I set up this script to automatically e-mail a backup copy of the MySQL database that contains all of my blog entries to an email address. So I have two layers of data protection. It’s pretty cool.

But as of yet I still have no way to back up all of the files on my hard drive. I simply must buy a second hard drive with my next paycheck. Maybe. I still haven’t decided whether to get a serial ATA drive and set up my computer up to run RAID 1 (disk mirroring), or to get an external hard drive enclosure and a slower transfer rate ATA drive. I’m really leaning towards number two. I would go with the external hard drive enclosure just for the peace of mind that I could take my data with me wherever I went.

Cool. Next paycheck. It’s $100 for a new drive, $40 for the enclosure. But no amout of money will get me my files back when my drive dies. That’s why I need to do it now. Good. I’ve convinced myself.

I think I’m going to go for a bike ride, that is if my clothes are done.

Categories: Gossip,Tech lust

Published:
July 25, 2005 – 6:45 pm
Author:
By A.

I am just a cloud 1

Had so much fun this weekend, but I’m too tired to blog about it right now. Me and Ben saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory today. It was totally sweet! (no pun intended)

Categories: Happiness

Published:
July 25, 2005 – 1:37 am
Author:
By A.

see me run now you’re gone…dream on 0

I’m totally drunk!!! It’s entertaining. Must go…

Categories: Ennui

Published:
July 23, 2005 – 11:58 pm
Author:
By A.

cool shit 0

I’m at Ben’s house, we’re going to invite Royce over and imbibe substances. It should be pretty fun! Can’t type more because I’m actually typing.

Categories: Happiness

Published:
July 23, 2005 – 7:02 pm
Author:
By A.

one of the greatest quotes ever 0

“Some people have suggested that mental illness is a kind of adaptation to the sort of circumstances that will arise in the future. As we move towards a more and more psychotic landscape, the psychotic traits are signs of a kind of Darwinian adaptation.” [BBC Radio, 1998] –J.G. Ballard

Categories: Ennui

Published:
July 23, 2005 – 12:49 am
Author:
By A.

confessions of a mildly bored mind 0

> Garbage – Why Don’t You Come Over
> Human League – Do or Die
> Daft Punk – Crescendolls
> Depeche Mode – I Feel Loved

I had this dream last night where I almost had sex with Jon, this old fling from high school. It was a very surreal dream, I was in the car with Misty’s boyfriend Ty and we were driving around looking for him after he went away. For some reason he was hanging around these two big stone statues in the cow fields down the street from me that had names of some sort of archetype, either truth or justice or something like that. Ty hissed at me for being so idealistic and obsessed with the statues, so he drove away and left me to look for him. I never ended up fucking Jon (in the dream). Then I woke up and had to go to work. Piss me off.

I have been exercising like a fiend lately. I have been telling myself that it’s to stop myself from using the computer and damaging my wrists (I have been pain almost all week), but I really think that it’s something else. I haven’t had sex in like…a very very long time. I was very surprised today as I was riding my bike I found myself thinking “God, I can’t wait to go to Sac and fuck a hot guy.” That’s what a year and a half of infrequent trysts does to me. I become shallow. But hey…I really do want a relationship, but I think that will take longer to find than a fuck buddy. My ex Ripley’s online. That’s why I’m on invisible mode. I would talk to Amanda or even Charley, but in the instant message medium of communication, I have a disadvantage since I can only type as fast as my voice-recognition software can transcribe. Timing is everything in instant messages. If the person I’m talking two asks me something important and I take a minute to fuck with my voice-recognition software because it isn’t working, they will think I’m ignoring them. The instant message medium of communication is probably one of the sources of my wrist quandary anyway.

I have a confession to make. I bought the $300 hands-free mouse today. My wrist were so bad I couldn’t use the computer at all. Not even to check my e-mail. I just set my hand on the mouse and pain shot up my arm from my wrist. It’s doing it right now. But the good news is that my mom agreed to pay for half of that, so it only cost me $150. And I think my next paycheck is going to be nothing short of stupendous, not to mention the possibility of the new job at the plant.

I just need to use my hands and use my computer. It’s as simple as that. We are monkeys. We use our hands to do everything. And let’s face it: if my wrists got any worse I would have to rub up against a pillow.

Marshall McLuhan is making so much sense to me this week. I read two more chapters today. I can’t really articulate it because I am so close to grasping what he’s saying, but I have two or three chapters left. I should instant message Amanda and write Molly an email.

Categories: Ennui

Published:
July 22, 2005 – 11:19 pm
Author:
By A.

a McLuhan epiphany 0

I just got off work and I am HELLA hungry but I MUST post this. Last night I was reading Marshall McLuhan’s novel Understanding Media and it came to this one part where my jaw just dropped. I love reading because when you read, you will find that the greatest thinkers of the world have already articulated 90% of the things that you already believe without knowing how to express them. I’m about three quarters of the way through the book when I found this amazing sentence.

“All media exists to invest our lives with artificial perception and arbitrary values.”

My mind just shattered on the floor. The statement was so perfect. So simple. It held true for everything: television, movies, the Bible, technology, religion, work, even existentialism.

Every human endeavor attempts to change our perceptions.

All moral values are arbitrary.

It was an amazing moment. And now I must finish reading this novel as soon as I fill my rumbling tummy.

Categories: Ennui

Published:
July 22, 2005 – 3:44 pm
Author:
By A.

Change of season, love can die… 2

I was bored and alone, so I went into town. I got gas at Gas 4 Less, then went over to my friend’s house. Her phone had been busy all day long. The lights were on, but I didn’t feel like being a bore and just show up uninvited. I drove around Crescent City some more (actually saw some people at KidTown), then I went home. But it was really nice because I had an e-mail in my box from a friend, and then like five minutes later another one popped in my box, so that was sweet. I broke down and called Ben (not like I was avoiding him, but it just seemed strange to call at so late an hour. He was hanging out with Katie from work and her roomate. I want to be the cool person that gets to hang out with my coworkers, but I guess I’m just not that cool. I should stop wallowing in self-pity and IM Amanda. Eh, she just signed off. More self-pity. Must go to bed. Must read. Or something. I couldn’t stop thinking about Marshall McLuhan’s theories today. I should finish that book. I’m never going to get the finish the book Susan lent me. How depressing. I need to stop. I need to sleep. I need to not alienate my friends.

Categories: Melancholy

Published:
July 21, 2005 – 11:10 pm
Author:
By A.

DDR 0

I’ve been playing DDR since at least February, from my blog entries. That’s me liking something for at least five months. I have decided that the first thing I’m going to buy myself is a $200 metal dance pad for DDR. And I’ve also decided that $1000 isn’t enough to move with. I need to save up $2000. Or at least $1800.

the dance pad of the century!!!

doesn't it get you hard?

hell yes.

Categories: Tech lust

Published:
July 21, 2005 – 6:29 pm
Author:
By A.

Buy it, use it, break it, fix it. 1

> Daft Punk – Technologic
> Daft Punk – Da Funk

I’m in a very good mood today. My shirts that I ordered in the beginning of the month both arrived today (my Ladytron one and my Depeche Mode one). They are fucking hella sweet.

I worked for hours and hours today. First I assisted my coworker with a fractured arm by taking notes for her at this meeting for a few hours. The beginning of the meeting entailed almost everyone gushing about how much they loved Del Norte County. I really couldn’t think of anything to say that was positive. I guess it’s true, rich people just live in this fake world where they think that they are safe and that all people are good people. They were all talking about how Del Norte County is a great place to raise children and shit. If they were to only scratch the surface of the Del Norte culture of drugs and violence, they would be singing a different tune. But maybe they do know the truth about this place. Maybe rich people just hide their insecurities better than everyone else. I felt kind of sickened to be there with all these socialites who have to fulfill their noblesse oblige to thwart the Nausea.

I have been sublimating my desire to buy things by buying inexpensive things on eBay. Since I received the T-shirts, I bid on an LP of 604, the first album by Ladytron. I’m also bidding on an LP of the Daft Punk single “Technologic.” It also has a bunch of cool remixes on it.

Oh my god. My mom arrives next Thursday. Only one more week. I’m very excited, I don’t know why. OMG! The tech guy our job offered me this job on Saturdays at this other division of my job where we do this other function. I would be more specific, but I have this acute fear of my superiors finding out about this blog. Anyway, it is in an aspect of my line of work that I’ve always wanted to try, so I’m very excited. And it’s night job, which will be doubly good for me, since I am not a morning person (to put it mildly).

Amanda wrote this great post today about all of the things that she (and I, it seems) hate about America today. I totally left a comment.

With this second job I am going to make incredible amounts of money. It’s almost sad that I’m leaving. But hell, if I’m making hella bank I might as well stay an extra month or so to give myself just that extra edge. And this new job that I’m getting will require no typing, so I might be able to look into it as a full-time occupation for when I move. It’s generally done at night too, so it would be perfect for my college schedule.

I even stopped by the DMV on my way home to check about the status of my missing in action vehicle tags for 2006. The verdict on that is that either they are taking a month to arrive in the mail (shipped the 26th of last month) or someone stole them out of my mailbox. Fucking tweakers.

I fucking hella kicked ass at DDR today. The machine was fixed too! I got an A on Dam Dariam on trick (Genuine level) and an A on Raver’s Choice on trick (Genuine level). I’m really thinking about buying a home dance pad. I spend about a dollar a day if not $1.50 on dance revolution every day, not to mention all of the gas when I just want to play it on the weekends. I think it would really pay for itself if I bought my own pad and stopped playing at the theater. I will think it over. In the meantime, I think I’m going to go ride my bike. I’m so addicted to endorphins I don’t know how I could ever stop exercising. It’s no longer “Gee, I think I will go for a bike ride” it’s “I NEED to expend energy and build my muscles.” Well, I must go. More later.

Categories: Happiness,Leaving Bouville,Meditations on work

Published:
July 21, 2005 – 5:59 pm
Author:
By A.