Damn the Physical
So I swap batteries with nates laptop (haha! The sucker is still on his June Term in India!) and things work. But its not for another hour that I realize that the reason is that I sat my recliner down and sliced through my power cable. I got scared and dropped it as sparks hot out of the exposed metal. Apparently it was shorting out through the support structure of our sofa. Kinda creapy.
Anyway its always the physical that gets me down. Grr. Good thing Nate doesn't get back for a few days...
Theater Rivalry
Now the problem is that they divide the films. Half of the movies go to each theater and this is all apparently pre-arranged. While The Star did get Star Wars, the 7 got Austin Powers and is scheduled to get South Park. If there was an option, I would always select the better theater. I mean, its even closer.
So when good movies go to the Holland 7, I have to drive 45 miles just to see them in a good theater. I hate holland sometimes.
Damn Airport Security
Anyway, I recently shaved my goat, and for the first time in 9 months, I wasn't searched on my way home. So my options are:
- Have a cheesy goattee, look like a dork, and get searched in airports.
- Remain clean shaved, nick myself regularly while shaving, look like I'm 13, a dork, and be left alone.
The worst part is that at 23 I am carded every time I order a drink, but the goattee saved me from that. I may look like an axe murderer, but at least I look like a post pubescant axe murderer. What a world.
Smooth as a baby's bottom
So now I'm cold. Its been there for like 9 months. I didn't realize it was keeping me warm. Apparently the little bit of chin fluff served a purpose. Now my chin feels wet all the time. Wierd. Maybe next I'll try to grow mutton chops. Sure, I'll hit my midlife crisis before I look anything like elvis, but it would be fun.
It says a lot about you...
- Victoria's Secret 1999 Swimsuit Edition (sent to one Jeffrey C Bates)
- Sid Meier's Alpha Centauri Manual
- Derek and the Dominos, Layla and Other Assorted Love Songs (guitar tabs)
- Victoria's Secret Spring Fashion Issue (sent to one Rob W Malda)
- Linux Magazine, the Spring issue. I have read about 3 paragraphs out of this thing, but its there.
- The Perl Journal (Issue #10- Summer of 98)
- Wired (March 99- the issue with hemos & I in it, and the only issue of Wired I own. I haven't read it)
- The Perl Journal (Issue #11- Winter of 98) Everyone should subscribe to this thing.
File This
"Hi Rob"
Ugh. Seriously I've been chewing my nails down to the flesh for as long as I can remember. Its not healthy, in fact its quite gross. And sometimes I bite just a little to far, and then I have a finger that hurts and it impedes my typing.
This is compounded by my obsessive guitar playing. For an hour or so each day I try to play my beloved Gibson SG. But if I chewed a nail short, that doesn't happen, and my only stress outlet is to yell at Hemos or Nate. That doesn't make anyone happy. Plus I'd really like to be able to pick with my finger nails. That would be so cool.
So I'm resolving to quit. For the last week I've done a good job. Except today when the server was flaking I got really stressed out and totally chewed the middle nail on my right hand down to the flesh. Ouch.
So Now I'm filing my nails. My Leatherman Wave has this handy little filer, so I sit and I file my nails down. I'm pretty sure this doesn't matter because whether I use my teeth or a file, I still don't have any nails, but somehow my brain tells me this will break me of this evil habit. We'll see.
Where's Noah!
It's the Little Things
But then you apt-get upgrade to catch up on the latest bits and pieces in potato... and you decide to play tetris... and then you discover that the down arrow behaves properly! Like, it doesn't just slide the piece down to the bottom, instead it drops at an accelerated rate until you let go of the key. Just like the original.
Then you piss your pants and think 'maybe it ain't so bad after all'. It really is the little things ain't it?
Taxing Situations
I wish I had no morals. I'm rarely the sort of person that would considere revenge- I get angry and stomp and yell, but for once I think I'd be justified to do more than throw a tantrum. To bad I'm a wuss. I just burn off steam writing here instead of posting it somewhere less appropriate and really hurting them. God damn morals.
What Year is It?
Why don't you drive a Mazda? 5
After what seemed like hours of intense labor on my car by a cheerful young man, a surly boomer man, and a reasonably attractive woman (well, reasonable considered she is attired like a grease monkey. I've got no problem with grease monkeys- well lubed is all good by me, however blue overalls and sweat rarely are what I could consider "attractive"), the latter asks me point blank, "Why Don't you drive a Mazda?".
I'm shocked of course. I never thought about it before. I mean, why don't I drive a Mazda? My 1989 blue tempo with 110,403 miles on it is a good car, but why not a MAZDA. Then my brain reactivates itself and asks the woman a question I'm dying to know the answer to:
"Why would I drive a Mazda?"
She thinks I'm being a jerk. She falters for a second before coming back with "Well, thats your name, right?".
I think I'll be sticking with my tempo for awhile.
MY SPACE HEATER BUSTED! AAHHH!
Boycotting Orange Juice
I can't support that crap. The milk ads are clever- they almost make me want to drink milk. The OJ ads are driving me away from a beverage I like.
I'll miss screwdrivers. Maybe I'll try martinis for awhile.
Modern Muzak
After listening to most of the album, I have to say that it isn't bad. Some of it is even gasp good. Busta, Wycleff Jean, and (the humanity) even the Beastie Boys. Sure, it ain't Tommy, but then again, what is?
Popular What?
Stamp This
- Buy some 1 cent stamps. Seems like the obvious solution doesn't it? But this requires me to go to drive to the post office, wait in line, give the nice man a 6 cents. Total cost: 6 cents plus 45 minutes or so of my life in drive time and line time. I barely have time to take a piss. Over 6 cents! Can I just give my mailman a dime and call it even?
- Use 2 stamps- total loss- 31 cents per envelope. I only have 6 stamps left, and the credit card bill should probably be paid. This would at least guarantee that it goes out. And I can pickup the new-and-improved 33 cent stamps like a good american next time I go to the grocery store. But I'm dutch dammit- my brain tells me this is sinful somehow. I don't understand it. It might be my upbringing, but I think its more likely something burned into my DNA like male pattern baldness or not being able to smell or the fact that I absolutely detest brussle sprouts.
- Cut one stamp up into 5 pieces and use it one of the pieces on each of the remaining 5 envelopes. I think uncle sam should let me do this. I'm tempted to just try it. Total Cost: 32 cents if it fails, if it works, the total loss is 27 cents for all 5 envelopes.
Uninteruptable Lava?
Dongle Dementia
God that sounds sick.
At least I've had better luck then nate. Nate broke Dongle A, then broke dongle B, and uses dongle C (which is a 10baseT/Coax that he "Borrowed" from an ex employer) which is actually broken, and the only way it will work, is if it is taped to a desk so that it hangs out of the PCMCIA card at a slign downward angle. And don't bump it or it dies. He was using Dongle D which was actually my spare. I broke mine a few minutes ago. I stood up. The cable somehow wrapped around my foot and comedy soon followed. I left a nifty chunk of plastic inside the PCMCIA card, and the dongle now has pins pointing in directions that remind me of a "Koosh Ball" from days of old.
I had a spare this time- thank god. Next time I won't be so lucky. Now what I really want to know is why these things are so fragile? We put a man on the moon for crying out loud. Why is it that my house has had at least 4 dongles get broken in the last year? We're not energetic people. Hell I barely leave the house more than twice a week so its not like I'm overworking the thing. Ugh. My hardware karma is now 2 points down this week.