Monthly Archives: October 2005

retarded movies and trips to Eureka 1

Well, last night I got drafted to go on this trip to Eureka… not really because Misty enjoys my company, but that neither her or her friend’s car will make it to Eureka. I have scarcely met this friend and will probably hate them by the end of the trip. As much as I resent this being forced on me, I really want to get out of town so I don’t mind being used. I do need to pick up some new shoes and a travel charger for my iPod. And I will have the car and a cell phone, so basically I can do whatever I want if Misty and her friend decide to go do something retarded. I know before this begins that it will just end up being like that trip that Samantha and Steve and Tawna and I took to Eureka. But who cares? I’m planning for the worst-case scenario, where I sit my hotel room, listen to my iPod and read Neuromancer the whole trip. And that’s what I’d be doing anyway.

It just really irks me that she would wait until Wednesday to even mention this to me, when I had heard her talking about it for months before (not mentioning anything about who’s car they would take). I feel used. But that’s really nothing new. I should get ready to go to work. I’m exhausted, stayed up until 4 a.m. watching these retarded B-movie comedies at Misty’s house and having her defend their stupidity. After Dodgeball, I just wanted to gouge my eyes out. How can people have such bad taste? And I couldn’t read with that stupidity spewing from the television. That’s five hours of my life will never get back. Anyway, I’ve got to get to work.

omg. 0

Check out Apple.com. Video iPod. Incredible new iMac.

I WANT AN IMAC SO BAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DAMN MY TENDONITIS!!!!! DAMN THE LACK OF VOICE-RECOGNITION SOFTWARE FOR OSX!!!!!

THE IMACS ARE SO FUCKING SEXY!!!!! GRRRR!!!

Okay, I’m done.

Today I make a vow. The first Intel-based iMacs that ship, I’m buying one. I don’t care what I have to do. Well, I have to save up $1200. But other than that, I will do anything to get one. Climb mountains, cross deserts, ford streams…even *gasp* work fast food. I am in awe. I want to sell my Nano and get one of those new iPods. It would only be like forty dollars more if I sold my Nano on eBay. But I just want it for coolness, not utilitarianism. I like how stealthy my Nano is. Try to hide one of those incredibly sexy new iPods. Well, we’ll see how long I hold out before I buy one. My love for the iMac is the only thing stopping me.

SQL goodness 1

I just fixed this wierdness that had been happening ever since I switched to WordPress: the permalinks on my older entries from 2003 would not work. I figured it out: the permalink had included the post title, and I didn’t start titling posts until the middle of 2004. So now permalinks refer to the number of the post not the title.

So now my first post from June 2, 2003 can be accessed with ease!

And if you’re wondering: yes, this post has a permalink of /2107/, which means I have 2,106 posts. I am a blogging fiend. And now the fiend must go to bed. I have all sorts of gossip about that Thomas guy that Charley told me. I absolutely adore Charley, he’s like my undercover agent in the Crescent City gay scene. I think we would be great friends if not for the age difference. Perhaps. Nah, probably not. But I still treasure him as an informant and IM buddy.

Yeah, I’m lying about not being able to work on Matt’s site. I was bored all night long. I could have totally done it, but intsead I recompiled all my high-bitrate MP3s to 128kbps so I would have some extra room on my iPod. After four hours or so of encoding, I’ve freed up 400MB, which is not bad at all. While the computer was encoding I finished A Scanner Darkly. The ending was very depressing. Something I’m noticing about Philip K. Dick’s novels is that in the last 10 or so pages total it changes the way that you think about the book that you are reading. It’s like all of the twists of a Chuck P. novel, but compressed into five pages so you’re just like wtf? I thought.. but… wtf? Oh god, it’s so much worse than I thought…eek…and then it’s over and you’re left back in the disgusting real world again.

I guess the ending wasn’t depressing, it was disturbing. Everybody was pretending to be somebody else through the whole novel. And that was the whole point, I guess. It was amazing what he said in the ending. I forgot it though. Well, not the idea, but his eloquent way of stating it. Anyway, I highly recommend it. And I’m definitely going to see the movie, now that I know that through at least a quarter of the movie, Keanu Reeves is going to play someone who is brain-dead. Now that’s a role he can excel in.

like I give a shit 0

> !!! – Dear Can

There is absolutely nothing to do or read on the Internet. There is absolutely nothing happening on this planet. I’m so bored. I hope there’s some sort of cool thing that happens tomorrow.

I really like this band called !!! (pronounced chk chk chk). They have some great lyrics. The chorus of this one song is great: “Like I give a fuck / like I give a shit [...] like I give a fuck about that motherfucking shit.” I love songs with rampant profanity for no apparent reason. Another jewel from that song “you can tell the president to suck my dick.” I love that! Anyway, I’m just waiting until work tomorrow, which is really depressing. Maybe I’ll take a shower or something.

I have a feeling I’m going to hear a lot more from Thomas once his best friend goes into the military.

conquered the math demon 1

I feel vaguely hungry, but I don’t know for what. I finished the amount of sections in my math book that it would take to not be behind (1.5 chapters), but I’m still behind a week’s worth of work. It’s not that the work is difficult at all (I just finished the lengthy and completely pointless chapter on absolute value). Let’s do some problems:

Find the opposite.

-4.

Hmm. I think I’m going to get out my calculator for this one.

Painstakingly writing out all of the pointlessly ridiculously stupid easy questions. On this one section, the question was the answer. You didn’t even have to do any work. Find the opposite of the opposite. Which is the number they give you. So for five minutes all I’m writing is:

15: 3 -> 3
16: -10 -> -10

Well, I guess I shouldn’t be complaining about how easy it is, I should have gotten a better grade on the stupid placement test.

Wednesday I will get more done, but I think I ate too much PEZ today. I kept bribing myself with it and I just couldn’t say no to the cute PEZ dispenser that my mom got me. Thomas left me a comment on my MySpace today. He didn’t say very much, but seemed interested in being friends. I sorta want to send him a message saying that I’m in Brookings every Thursday, but I’m not really sure if I want to hang out with him. He seems sort of immature. But then again, that’s just judging by his MySpace profile. And I have no idea how I come off in my profile. If the Internet has taught us anything, it’s that MySpace profiles are not a clear reflection of people’s personalities. I was all into that Philip K. Dick novel yesterday, and now I barely even care how it ends. I’m about 30 pages from finishing it, and I’m also about 20 pages from finishing Frankenstein. Maybe I should do that instead of surfing the Web.

I’ve only been surfing for like 15 minutes anyway. Matt sent me another e-mail wanting to know what’s going on with the web site, and I really don’t have time. Nor do I care. What he wants are like big upgrades, things I don’t have time to do. Well, it’s not so much time as my wrists hurt and I don’t care. And my Internet leisure time has definitely been curtailed, so to fit in all that Web surfing and blog reading, I have to stop working on my web site and his web site, at least until this damn math class is over. I should go in the living room and find something to eat that will assuage my hunger. I just don’t know what I want. My dad made some sort of pork roast thing, but I know that sandwiches made out of that never taste good and are always filled with blood vessels and the like.

Apple is supposed to make some world shattering announcement tomorrow, and as soon as I wake up this morning, it’s going to be all over the Internet. At least I hope. I usually leave the house around 10:30 a.m., and the special developers conference starts at 10. I hope those people bring their damn mobile phones and laptops so they can leak out the information immediately. Or I guess I could watch the webcast, but I don’t think it’s going to be live…and for some reason the broadcasts rarely work on my connection, even though I have three megabit downstream.

Should I send Thomas a message? Eh, maybe later tonight when I’m really bored. I’m going to go into the living room to ignore Matt’s e-mail and work on my math some more until a show I want to watch comes on (probably never).

fun and jurisprudence 0

In addition to the box from my mom, I got a notice that I have jury duty at the end of the month. I’m only 19. How am I supposed to decide someone’s guilt or innocence? And I haven’t read even read any Dostyevsky yet. In other news, my wrists are in incredible pain. I am going to go take some Tylenol.

how cute!!! 0

I just got a box my mom sent me, and look how CUTE this pez dispenser is!!!

I’ve been tagged 0

Amanda tagged me…

The rules are:

1. Search your blog archive.

2. Find your 23rd post.

3. Find the fifth sentence (this is meant to say something about you).

4. Post that sentence in your blog along with these instructions.

5. Tag five people to do the same

(This line is supposed to say something about you…)

“I got another bondage belt at Hot Topic, a replacement for the one Stephanie never returned. ”

Oh my God, that post was such a blast from the past. I totally remember that whole weekend. It was the weekend after I graduated, and my mom and I went to Eureka and when we got back, my ex that lived across the street was having a garage sale and I was angry. And back then I was still trying to get in Jon’s pants. Weird. Well anyway, Stephanie is an insane crackhead now. And she never gave me my belt back. She attempted to steal my pentagram necklace the first day we met. What a bitch. But I never realized it. Oh well.

Most of the people I would tag have already been tagged or don’t post regularly enough for me to bother. So I tag nobody. :(

odd communication mismatch 0

It’s weird being all tired and unable to form concise, coherent sentences.

I open my mouth and expect something articulate to come out, but no.

Thirty minutes of sleep.

I can only speak in muddled heaps of syllables.

I barely understand what I’m trying to say.

I barely understand what I’m thinking.

I need caffiene.

Ersatz substance D.

maladies. 0

Sacrificed six pages of film.

Developing machine wasn’t heated up.

This never happens to me on Saturdays.

I don’t know why.

I just have to wait.

I want to read, but I don’t want to look lazy.

Fuck it.

Listening to Kraftwerk and The Hacker in the morning with no sleep makes for a phantasmagoric realm of caffiene-induced cyberfantasies.

I like it.