Someone needs to cast cleanse on me

Someone needs to cast cleanse on me

Srsly. I’ve been diseased since like Christmas. It needs to stop. I slept like forever today. Isn’t that supposed to cure disease? Rest? I’m sure I heard that somewhere once.

At work, they reset your sick and personal time each year in December. They pay out any unused time and start the counter over. You get all your personal time at once, but your sick time trickles in a few hrs each month. Since I went home early on Saturday, I have like 3 hrs left. If I’m still running a fever tomorrow, I’m going to have to call out and use my personal time which really kind of sucks. Especially with the whole starting a new position and all. Oh, and the being in training bit, which ends this week. I hate being sick. I hate goofy company policies even more, though. Who the hell resets sick time in the middle of COLD AND FLU SEASON. Truly an inspired decision.

I’d rather not call out, but I guess it all depends on how I feel in the morning. I’ll end by quoting myself from a previous post where I quoted the Despair newsletter: “Rock out with your frock out!”

That still makes me laugh. Isn’t laughter supposed to cure disease? Laughter? I’m sure I heard that somewhere once.

Bliggity blogs, facey spaces, and tweety pages

Bliggity blogs, facey spaces, and tweety pages

I think I may well be one of the cool kids now. I’ve had this bliggity blog since Nornan only knows when, but just recently, I got myself a facey space and a tweety page too. And wouldn’t you know it, the tweety page has a whatsadoodle that makes all of these three things link together in some arcane and black magic way. (OK, so what it really does is just display my last 4 Twitter updates on my blog and Facebook wall, but considering it took about 12 seconds to set up said integration, it may as well be black magic.) You know, I should probably get on writing up that Electric Zoo trip. And resurrecting the pre-2004 archives. And rounding out the beatstick section. If people are going to come look at this place, the cobwebs should be cleared away, right? Man, social interaction is hard! πŸ™

On a sort of related note, I heard from an old school member of The NORN Collective not too long ago. It was TOTALLY AWESOME! So many fond memories from those days! All because I started a cult participated in an early form of social networking.

Hey, is that what all this social interaction stuff is? I can totally do that! πŸ˜€

Despair!

Despair!

Despair.com is hilarious. Their newsletter is hilarious. Don’t believe me? I offer the following proof; the closing line of a recent newsletter they sent out:

“Rock on with a frock on!”

I can’t stop laughing. I fear I may say this to someone at a wildly inappropriate time.

Well, poo.

Well, poo.

So today is 9/9/09, which is awesome. I’m a giant geek, so I love stuff like that. For example, a few years ago, it was 1:23 PM at 4/5/06 and at that exact minute, I along with my Molecular Cell Biology class observed a moment of AWESOME for a time and date combination that will not come again for many, many years. Similarly, today is 9/9/09, which I realized a few days ago. In fact, just a short while ago, it was 9:09:09 on 9/9/09. I just saw Google’s doodle for this, which made me realize about the time matching the date, and I was like, “Wait! Where was I at this most awesome of times?” And then I realized: I was seeing a man about a wallaby. Perhaps not the most awesome way to spend such a time, but I’ll get another chance tonight, as will you! Tonight, it will be 9:09:09 PM on 9/9/09! And let me tell you, I plan on partying my ass of for that second. Alas, a second is really all I can party my ass off for right now. I was at Electric Zoo this weekend. I was there both days, open till close (noon-11 PM) and had a hell of a time. Of course, a combined 22 hrs of dancing (read: flailing about in an uncoordinated manner) over 2 days tends to take its toll. I’m not as young as I used to be. Also, I may never walk again. Or move. So very stiff and sore. But it was so worth it, and I’m totally gonna do it again next year. Next year I’m getting the VIP tickets, however. They get DELUXE BATHROOMS that don’t look/smell like the embodiment of the apocalypse. They also get bleachers for the main stage and their own shade tent and a fancy bar. But really the bathrooms are the big draw. Oh, and I have pictures! And crappy video! I’ll be writing up my EZ experience in more detail later, but let me just state this for the record: It was FRELLING AMAZING!

Yeah… so that happened

Yeah… so that happened

So how long has it been. Look at that, a year to the day! By merest coincidence I was trying to connect to my site to check my internet connection and noticed the date on my last post. Oops. I had all these plans too! I wonder how many blog posts across the internet consists of “OMGWTFBBQ I haven’t updated in forever! I will update more frequently from now on!” Cause I mean, there’s a lot of abandoned blogs out there, right? I almost feel like there should be roaches crawling out of the links on the page like in Animal Crossing when you move the furniture around and they pop out and then you have to run around and stomp them and then they turn into these little Pac-Man-esque ghosts when you succeed.

I wonder what my login is for my gallery2 install.

Oops.

Late Night Musings

Late Night Musings

Some recent thoughts, in no particular order:

  • Firefox 3 may have a reduced memory footprint, but that doesn’t mean it still doesn’t have sieve-like leaking qualities from time to time
  • Drum and Bass is freaking sweet. Going through my archives, I listened to and old mix (2-13-06) for Dave The Rave’s Liquid Lounge. It has to be one of his best, and there’s a song that starts around 36 minutes in that is pure aural sex. Totally full of win.
  • I bet I would have lost more than 15 pounds in the past 2 months if I would just lay off the damn Taco Bell. But I mean, it’s Taco Bell. Not exactly fine dining, but still damn good. Also, that bowl of fries covered in melted cheese and bacon I had the other day before the movie? Probably not a great idea either.
  • Once I’m certified at my current job and the experience raise (or whatever the hell they’re calling it) kicks in sometime in the next month or so, I am totally gonna build myself a super sweet computer. Can’t wait!
  • Saw some people from my old Geico days today. That was interesting. I suspect the potential for future tomfoolery is high!

I know that there’s maybe 3 people max (an actual estimate and not a made up number!) who occasionally check this site, so sometimes I think “I should update more often.” After thinking that thought however, I start to think “Really, who am I trying to impress.” Recently, however, I’ve come to start saying to myself “It would be nice if I had at least one long term project that I more or less kept up with.” I think I should maybe start with recovering those old posts I thought I’d lost. I think that would be a good start. Maybe I can even get a post or two out of it detailing the restoration process. Speaking of good post topics, I should probably post an edited version of the e-mail I sent Luis detailing my drive back to NY. I never want to take another road trip ever again. It’s air travel for me from here on out! It would be awesome if we still had large scale blimp travel. That would be so cool.

An Abusive Relationship

An Abusive Relationship

So Sharon just found a place where you can send the Google team comments about their photo organizer software Picasa. I would say that I have used Picasa, but that would not be accurate. More correctly, Picasa has used me. When I first got Picasa, I was bright eyed and full of hope. It looked like it would be really good! I had been searching for just the right software to handle my pictures for some time, and Picasa was like Princess Hotness riding to the rescue. I downloaded it and installed it, and that’s when things went wrong. I am considering sending the comments below to Google, so that maybe they can get some help for Picasa. I would hate to see others abused as I have been.

The web form asks: “Share how Picasa has changed the way you edit and share your photos. Send us your story.”

My proposed reply:
“How has Picasa changed the way I edit and share my photos? Simply put sirs, it has stopped me from partaking of either of those activities. I find that when I wish to organize photographs, being kicked in the Mean Bean Machineβ„’ is a strong disincentive to do it again! Also, the prejudicial behavior shown by Picasa towards certain, seemingly random photos, taken with my various digital cameras which cause the program to either crash to the desktop or hang makes me drink to excess, which is clearly playing into Picasa’s hands, as now i am just as drunk as she is and wont mind the beatings so much. And the willful misreading of date stamps? The less said about that, the better. But I am strong. I am not an object to be abused. I have left Picasa, and now live in the shadowy underbelly of the world of digital photos. Sure, I still take new photos, but i keep them in simple directories (My Photos/[Name of Event]) on a hard drive that Picasa does not scan, safe from her prying eyes. I rarely share them, lest her sister, Google Talk, tell her of my infidelities. I most certainly refrain from editing them for that would certainly bring Picasa’s heavy, booze fueled backhand to fly across my face. In closing, i have been deeply psychologically impacted by Picasa and will never share and edit digital photos again. I hope you’re happy.”

Happy Freakin New Year’s?

Happy Freakin New Year’s?

Somehow, it didn’t occur to me until about 20 seconds ago that today was actually New Year’s Eve. I knew it was the 31st of December, but for some reason, the significance, the import of that was lost on me until just now. WTF? Not sure where my head is, but whatever. So. Happy New Year’s! Now only if this whole job situation would magically resolve itself, I’d be having a great time. Normally I do something fun, whether its going to a party, getting smashed with friends, or watching the Twilight Zone marathon, but due to my complete lack of foresight, I’ve got nothing. I could bust out my complete Twilight Zone Definitive Edition DVD set and watch that, but somehow I feel ripped off because I didn’t start watching this morning. I’m beside myself with a sort of shocked confusion.

Mission Accomplished!

Mission Accomplished!

It’s been some time since I updated, but with good reason. I’ve been busy. First, I went on vacation for two weeks to MT. That was fun. Good times were had. I saw the running of the sheep at Reed Point, MT. After that, I was working full time for a few weeks, while packing up my life into boxes I got from work. Then, I drove 2223.8 miles in 3 days and arrived in MT to start my new life. Extra special thanks go to my best friend for giving me a place to stay while I get myself on my feet.

That’s right ladies and gents, I finally made the move. I’m in Montana. It certainly is a change from NY, but its a good one. I’ve unpacked/stored for later most of what I brought with me. There’s still a few things I mailed here that I wasn’t able to fit in Isabelle. Speaking of which, she handled being loaded down with ~500 lbs of junk and driving across the country with no trouble at all. She drove like a dream and I averaged about 33 mpg for the whole trip, which is pretty great considering the load she was under and the fact that she’s only rated to do 28 mpg.

Well, it’s nearly 3 am here, and I’m tired. You kids have a good night.

PS: It’s really nice not working at Geico anymore. That place was a festering cesspool of evil.