> Daft Punk – Make Love
> Lacquer – Go With the Flow, No Love (I love this lyric “This is no love / this is just for fun / just for fun and all the sex”)
> Elastica – Vaseline
> Massive Attack – Dissolved Girl
> The Hacker – Sleeping Machines
I have so much talk about today! It was an incredible day. I got up extremely early so that I could go up to Brookings and register for my class. I had a lot of fun on the way up listening to my “THE F****ING SEX” mix I burned for the San Francisco trip. It has that song “Oh My Gosh” by Basement Jaxx that is the ubersex. Anyway, on the way up I remembered that that guy from Brookings that blocked me had mentioned that he went to the college up here. I pictured the various scenarios of how we would react to seeing each other. I decided that if I saw him I would just ignore him and hope that he didn’t recognize me with my short hair. It was totally improbable that we would see each other anyway, since my class is only one day a week up there.
I went in, got a registration form, and started filling it out. I couldn’t help but listen and other conversations around me. There was this one woman that had gotten skunk smell on her somehow… something about her husband getting sprayed and their central heating system. Then in this other woman walks in and starts talking and I realize that it was the guy that blocked me’s mom. LOL! It was indubitably her, she referred to him by name and to his job. I went over and gave the lady at the counter my registration form, and at that moment I was the uberJames Bond in fuckin’ hella stealth mode in my grubby pinstripe pants and my worn-out Elastica t-shirt. EEK! I AM SO FUCKING STEALTHY! Mouhahaha. I love knowing everybody in the world through My Space. Well, everbody in the world that’s gay.
Anyway, I put on the sex mix and danced/drove home, rushed into my suit, and sped to work. I was totally on time. Woot. However, I did an Insipid Coworker of Doom thing and took a minute to buy my iPod while at work. It was SUCH a bad thing and so against my work philosophy, but I couldn’t help myself. Come on. IPOD!!?? As in: once in a lifetime occurrence! Well, once in a lifetime if you make what I make. And I have totally done work for more than two minutes when I wasn’t on the clock before. So sue me. Anyway, the black iPod nano is selling so well that it’s going to take five to seven business days for it to ship, and another five to seven business days for its actually arrive. Total cost with student discount: $245. For another $65, I could’ve gone a real iPod. But I didn’t want a real iPod. I would drop it. And it would break. And I would cry.
And to make an incredibly cool day even better, Matt (*random dance break to Lacquer*) Okay, I’m back. “No Love” came on and I had to do a commerative iPod Nano dance. I can’t decide which will be the first song for me to rock out to on my Nano, “No Love” or “X.” Hmm. Decisions decisions.
Anyway, Matt asked me for my numero telefono to possibly hang out this weekend. How ubercool! And Kat is having a party this Saturday too! Even if I have no social life most weekends, at least I share four hours a day with the coolest, most intelligent people I know.
Warning: paragraph-long technology diatribe:
Today I witnessed an aspect of Mac OS X that I had never experienced before. I was on the one Power Mac G5 at the office, and I went to log off as another user, and the screen turned into one of the sides of a cube and the cube rotated into the other account. I was all OMG! I totally wasn’t expecting that at all, and even though I had seen screen captures of the feature, it really surprised the crap out of me. It was quite sudden and didn’t have the smooth, liquid transitions the rest of the OSX interface has. I have OS X on my work machine, but it’s an old iMac (one of those all-in-one Macs with the different colored backs from 1998-ish) and I guess the graphics card can’t support such effects. I really like what Apple did with OS X. We can run it on machines that are five and six years old. Try running Windows XP on five or six-year-old PC. Microsoft has already said that the new edition of windows, code-named vista or what ever they have decided to call it now, isn’t even compatible with most of today’s PCs. The strategy there I think is to just drive hardware sales and make people buy new computers just for an operating system that is solely designed for a high-end PC. But the jury’s still out on windows Vista, and it might be good. But I doubt it.
I guess that’s all to report. I bought my book on eBay for about $60, when the college 115 for a used copy. UberJames Bond. Uberonline price sleuth. What else can I be today? Let’s try literary critic.
If you guys don’t know, the last week or so I have been reading Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. I’m about halfway through it by now, and I thought that eventually the pretentious 1800s language what sort of melt away like after you’ve read A Clockwork Orange a few times and start yourself calling your friends malenky malchicks. OMG I just found the coolest thing ever! An A Clockwork Orange translator! Let’s translate an earlier paragraph of this post!
Paragraph one in Nadspeak:
“I have so much to govoreet about today! It was a zammechat day. I got up extremely early so that I could itty up to Brookings and register for my class. I had a lot of fun on the way up slooshing to my “THE F****ING IN-OUT-IN-OUT” mix I burned for the San Francisco trip. It has that warble “Oh My Gosh” by Basement Jaxx that is the uberin-out-in-out. Anyway, on the way up I remembered that that guy from Brookings that blocked me had mentioned that he ittied to the college up here. I pictured the various scenarios of how we would react to viddying each other. I decided that if I viddied him I would just ignore him and hope that he didn’t recognize me with my short luscious glory. It was totally improbable that we would viddy each other anyway, since my class is only odin day a week up there.”
Anyway, the book is incredibly boring and it’s all about these rich people feeling all horrible because their son dies and they feel so horrible and all these horrible things happen in and they all feel horrible and they’re so rich and miserable and rich and melancholy it makes me sick. And the main character most of all because he created this monster that completely randomly went 100 mi. straight east and new to kill his creator’s grandson who he had never met in a town he’d never been to. That is even a bigger leap of faith then assuming that one can create a living creature from nothingness. In my humble opinion, a book should only have one big leap of faith. She wants to me to believe that you can create life from nothingness (which I will give her, for the purposes of a novel). But she also wants me to believe that this re-animated corpse can speak perfect English? That is just fucking retarded and im-fucking-plausible. At least she could have included some kind of disclaimer, like “If you are reading this after the year 1900, press a match to this dot here on the corner and hold for ten minutes or more.”
And if I read the word countenance one more time I’m just going to blind myself with paper cuts to the eye sockets. She has no control over what’s going on. She will fast forward through hours where it would seem important things would be happening, and the characters will all of a sudden be so devoted that they will die for something and then a minute later they will have a complete change of heart. It’s like bad daytime TV… except for hundreds of years old. In a book.
I simply must buy good books (or even bad sci-fi books that I can devour like a naughty carton of bon-bons) on the Internet. But I spent too much money this month. No smartness for me. I have that one by Freud that it took me years to find in a bookstore, and it just sits there. I guess it’s because I read his other work The Future of an Illusion and gained a valuable insight onto his point of view of where civilization was headed. I agreed with him, and now Freud bores me.
Anyway, I need to get off the computer because my wrists are just killing me and it’s going to take quite a bit of typing to correct the errors that the voice-recognition made on this post. Farewell, malchicks and devotchkas.
