Month: July 2005
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I’m a color most men can’t even see
(Memesteal from mephistakitten. Real entries coming soon, I promise! Big nasty BRAKE work-project finished up tonight, so my calendar is finally starting to look slacker-riffic for a little while. (we hope…) ) you are paleturquoise#AFEEEE Your dominant hues are green and blue. You’re smart and you know it, and want to use your power to…
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…does this count as humor, or not?
One of the guys on the camerahacking.com forum pointed this out: Google’s top result for the search query "failure"
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Attack of the evil puffballs…?
Really! I don’t dream this much. Maybe it has to do with my messed-up (lack of) sleep schedule lately. Anyway… The part I remember was of entering an ordinary living room (no living room I recognized) containing, among various other usual living-room furniture, an old B/W console TV set with the big clicky channel-changer knobs…
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I vow never to fly Northwest Airlines again.
All right, I’m doing this evil out-of-order blogging thing because I’ve been too busy to actually write stuff here (starting with Chicago trip of um…several weeks ago, still not mentioned), but right now I’m pissed off and need to vent my spleen. I don’t get pissed off very often. NORTHWEST AIRLINES … are a bunch…
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Videogames from vending machines…I see a business model here
Wierd, a dream that could, possibly, have been in linear time! Anyway, it starts out that myself and someone are walking down a downtown city street somewhere that is defined to be NYC (how do I know this? I don’t know…there aren’t any where-am-I cues around), and see a video game store. The window signage…
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tDocu
Well, today my BRAKE boards finally came in. No Zoran COACH chips, and no footprints carefully sawed off of them (in the world where I’m NOT a Viking), but I didn’t even have them all the way out of their little Fedex box when I noticed the first fuckup. All my text on the top…
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Wierd, dreaming
I don’t write about dreams much, because I don’t have them very much. Or at least don’t remember them very much. And way too often, I probably shouldn’t share them with the public anyway. But anyway, here’s what I remember of the one from last* night…it was wierd, because there was actual dialog in it,…
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Chicago roadtrip
Wow…I think this is the longest time interval between doing stuff and writing about it, ever… anyway, as always, datestamp refers to the date stuff happened, not the date I wrote about it. In the beginning… J.R. came along for the ‘there’ trip, and kept me from falling asleep at the wheel with loud music…
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for(seconds($$1 in $1))
Heh…I can hardly even concentrate on work right now, thinking about going *sproing* out of here at 5:00:00’00” for the roadtrip to Chicagoland. With car stereo hacked for iPod/iRiver/Nomad input (Pioneer…add-on market protection by “funny plug” method) and the TrashAmp finally finished (ok…functional, but not pretty) at about 3am today, turning my trunk into an…
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A place to hang my towel. Following me around like a Hitchhiker, won’t be beat into submission, and won’t stay gone for more than a couple minutes
It must be the heat. Probably something to do with the expansion of blood vessels, or stuff like that. What manner of fucked up am I? Here I am blogging about spurious hard-ons* , one after another after another, and about cranking it. (A fair number of people I know won’t admit to it, let…