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.
Categories: Ennui