I’m off to Kevin’s friend’s house (the cool guy who I can’t remember his name). And me and Thomas are doing something tomorrow. I guess it’s TBA.
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> Madonna – Forbidden Love
> Naoki Underground – Insertion
Tonight’s lecture in Cinema History was about Italian neorealism. Did we watch an Italian neorealist film? Of course not. That would have been logical. Instead, we watched Barfly, this movie written by Charles Bukowski. It wasn’t a bad movie, but it was totally nonsequitur to his pathetic attempts to lecture about realism. He kept making up words, as usual. I don’t think he can top “filmographic” though. That was pure genius.
I actually made a list of all the things that he lecture about that I already understood. Actually, I think I’m going to transcribe my notes just so you guys get a feeling of how mind-numbingly vapid this experience actually is.
Lecture topics I already know:
IMDB
Citing sources, plaigarism
The economic consequences of World War II
Neorealist film/theater
Charles Burkowski
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Protagonist? What’s that!
I will think Mr. Waldrat should be replaced with a bologna sandwich. I wouldn’t harbor any ill will towards a showboating charlatan sandwich who has no idea about the meaning of film.
God, if he repeats the phrase “you know” one more time I’m just going to scream “WE’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO KNOW, YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE TEACHING US!”
Anyway, I should stop complaining. Nowadays it just seems like I go out to the world, do things, then come back here and complain about them. Charley and I had some great conversations about the “caliber” of our classmates though.
Lately I’ve been feeling that I can’t relate to people. I mean, sitting in front of me were two people that by I sort of respected, Rachel and Sara, and I couldn’t think of a darn thing to say either of them. I need to become a fake extrovert. But then again it’s better to be silent to be thought boring then to open your mouth and remove all doubt. I feel self-involved. OMG! I have gossip though!
Okay, did I tell you guys about this random guy that kept hitting on Brian? Well I found out that it’s Cole, this guy who added me on MySpace weeks ago! I had no clue how it was that guy, so I just added him without a thought. Just thinking that that pudgy fuck was horning in on my man taps deep reservoirs of bitchiness that I thought had long faded. Bitch, he’s mine *snap snap* you better keep your clammy hands off! I was thinking of sending him an acerbic MySpace message, but I’m not 100% sure that it’s him. I will put his photo on my iPod and show Brian next time I’m down there to make doubly sure it’s the guy before I start a message war.
Today I was thinking of making Brian a little care package of sorts, with some tea lights (he is obsessed with tea lights) and the latest episode of my podcast on a CD. With my current effort level, though, I doubt any of this will happen. It’s the thought that counts, right? Eh.
Even though I’m around cool people all the time, I desperately miss Kelly. I think she said that she had Presidents’ Day weekend off. I should probably consult a calendar and tell those sphincters at my job when I’m going to be taking the week off.
I was feeling down earlier today, but then I started reading Jon’s MySpace profile. It was the best decision I could’ve ever made. I always feel like a mixture of Einstein and Oscar Wilde after fifteen minutes perusing that heap of jejune euphemisms and stale sitcom sentimentality.
Kevin called me a few hours ago, and I was eating, so I asked him to call back later. He wants to go out for coffee, but I’ve driven into town two times already today and I’m feeling a bit exhausted. However, with my new job status, I think I will only have to spend about an hour and a half there, which should speed my convalescence. Oh no, it’s Tuesday. There’s a lot of stuff to do on Tuesday, but I think I will still get out in record time. I need to stop ridiculing everybody for taking away my tasks and start rejoicing that there is less I have to do in that ridiculous hellhole.
I need to sit down and think about why I like/dislike my job. The only thing I like about it is that I get to work on a Mac, and that I don’t have to ever deal with money. I’ve heard enough of my friends’ horror stories about their drawers being $30 under. I only talked to Brian once today. I wonder if he was just super busy. He was probably testing to see if I would call him if he didn’t call me. Oh well. I had an excuse. I was at class.
Ooh! That Thomas guy just messaged me. We were supposed to have coffee last week, but he flaked on me. It wasn’t as if we had a day set in stone or anything, but he was supposed to call me and never did. I was looking forward to it about as much as Marie Antoinette to the guillotine (I’m not too keen on meeting new people), but he seemed pretty cool and if not it would at least be an ample seed for a blog post. I guess he’s a little more interested in meeting this week. What ever. I think I’m going to put on my iPod headphones and rock out to some Madonna. That’s always a good plan.
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Let it be known for all time.
Shout it from the rooftops.
I totally fucking hate my job.
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I’m sorry for the complete lack of posts, but I’ve been doing a lot of work on compressing my DVDs for my iPod. For those of you would not familiar with video compression, it pushes the pedal to the metal in terms of performance. My system is incapable of running voice recognition (with any sort of accuracy) and video encoding simultaneously. I wish I had one of those quad G5s, or even a Pentium D. The newer processors allow you to go faster by putting two or four processors in the same chip, and delegating the tasks (one core encodes the video, one core processes voice recognition, and one core decodes an MP3 or whatever). But sadly I only have a single core machine, so I’m not going to be very prolific until I get this big pile of movies converted.
I went and bought the textbooks for my biology class, and they were really exciting! The books were three field guides: one for wildflowers, one for trees and shrubs, and one for birds. I was reading the introductions and flipping through them to try to identify birds that I had seen and flora around the property I live at. I’m really excited that I’m taking this class, but I have a sneaking suspicion that Samantha and Steve are taking it too. I ran into them at the Cinemas today. Again. I think that when people become that lame, they should just cease to exist. But even if they are taking the class, I can just smile for myself that in two hours on going to see my sexy boyfriend. :)
Tonight I watched Heathers, this darkly funny eighties movie with Wynonna Rider. Dan (Kelly’s boyfriend) had recommended it to me a while ago, and I had added to my Netflix queue. I also came to the disturbing realization today that I’m missing two of my Netflix movies. I tend to be very paranoid person, so I dismiss my paranoia very easily… but things have been disappearing. First my $40 in gas gift certificates (that were in my car), and these DVDs (that were in my backpack). I guess I should wait until a point where more than 40% of my floor is visible before I start pointing fingers, but it’s 1:30 a.m. so I’m going to point up a storm!
I really need to get to sleep. I thought I was only going to be down there for Saturday, but he invited me to stay the whole weekend and I was totally unprepared and I have not packed at all. Tomorrow morning’s going to be really fucking stressful. I’m going to need vast amounts of chai to stay awake tomorrow.
I’m so jazzed! I get to see my sexy boy! Eek! It’s going to be raining like hell tomorrow though. I’ll just drive 30 mph on all the treacherous spots. Come on, how bad of an accident can you get in going 30 mph? That will be my mantra tomorrow as I journey off into the rain-soaked abyss of Highway 101 South.
I really need to stop writing posts this late because I just end up sounding like an illiterate idiot with nothing to say. Oh well. Eh, they’re better than nothing.
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Redesigned from the ground up in Illustrator and Photoshop, here is my possible tattoo. It doesn’t look very real, but it gives me an idea of what it would look like. I need to get a small tattoo to start off with before I go all the way with a big one.
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> Miss Kittin and the Hacker – live at WMF Berlin (I would give my right testicle to go to that concert)
I haven’t been writing much lately because I’ve been obsessed with my new tablet. I brought it to work today thinking that it would alleviate all of my wrist problems, but I’ve come to realize that it’s not my mouse that’s doing it, it’s my unergonomic chair. It does really cut down on the muscle strain on my hands though. Instead of all the effort it takes to click a mouse button, I just tap the pen to the tablet to click. Also, I was playing around with the handwriting recognition features in Mac OS X at work and it was freaking amazing! You can turn on this feature called “Ink” and if you want to put text in a box, instead of having to put down the pen and type with the keyboard, you just write in handwriting on the tablet (it shows up on this little floating notebook paper that scales to fit whatever you write) and it converts it into normal editable text! You have to see it to truly be wowed. For all of you Microsoft-ites, Office supposedly has a handwriting feature but it looks like it was designed by a dyslexic 12-year-old. For one, it crashed every program that I tried to put text into. For two, it can’t extrapolate spaces between your words, as in OSX’s Ink. Also, it only has this little tiny area to write like two words before it recognizes them, where in Ink, the place you write looks like notebook paper and scales to fit whatever you write, no matter how long. Anyway, on this front, Apple: 1 Microsoft: 0.
Anyway, I talked to Brian today and apparently I’m going down there Saturday after my class to see him. He’s only going to be free for like five hours but I guess five hours is better than nothing. I think I’m going to be incredibly tired, what with this crap of staying up until 3 a.m.
Joe called me on Skype about 45 minutes ago and we had a good talk. He has to get up in the morning too.
Oh, last night Kevin suggested that we go over to the house of this guy that he knew that was really cool. I can’t remember the guy’s name for the life of me, but he was incredibly cool. He was deeply knowledgeable about computers, read Kurt Vonnegut, loved Stargate SG-1 and had an Xbox modded to run Linux. However, for some reason he wants Steve Jobs to die. I don’t really mind either way, Apple will still come out with amazing products whether Steve Jobs is there or not. Anyway, I was on the phone with Kevin earlier and the guy told me to make a drawing of Steve Jobs getting crucified, and the result of that is the PDF in the previous post.
In other news, I installed Diablo II (one of my favorite games) again to see if I could play with the tablet, and I actually could! I must not play it though because I will blow out my wrists if I do. I know there’s more I wanted to talk about, but I just can’t remember because it’s too late. I need to get some sleep so I can be more eloquent tomorrow.
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