Four Fried Rats -Sunday, December 21, 2003 -2:07 am-
So Mich and I are currently engaged in PsyOps (psychological warfare). On the first floor we have a half bath. I went in to it the other day and noticed a bare cardboard tube where there should have been toilet paper. Apparently, I've used the last of the paper and forgotten to get a new roll in the past, so I thought this was Mich sending me a message. So I left it sit for a day or two, all the wile getting the paper I needed from where it was kept in the vanity. Eventually, I pulled the dead tube off and put the spindle back. I'm letting her stew.
I'm on Christmas break, finally, more that 2 weeks after everyone else I know got out. So far, it's terribly boring. Oh, I found a place I might be able to get back into Theatre.
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Mon, 22 Dec 2003
And Mary Croons Scrotum -Monday, December 22, 2003 -9:39 pm-
Take 8 Rennies, add 8 bottles of wine over 90 minutes, run in terror. We're all over at Heather's right now having had dinner (mmm yummy mango chicken) and many, many of them are now drunk. Currently a VERY drunk Mary (wheeeee!!) is reading as I blog this and asserting that she is not, in fact, drunk. All the while she's wobbling about and falling onto the table. Mike has just has just taken 3 tries to get into the bathroom. Michelle has gotten sloshed enough that she is pink through her sheep shirt. Now Mike has locked himself into the bathroom and is confused as to how to get out. All in all, watching these people getting drunk off of wine is MUCH more entertaining that them getting drunk off of hard liquor. It's a damn good night and I'm glad I managed to engineer our way over here, even if I did almost kill us on the way over here.writebacks...
Thu, 25 Dec 2003
Ben Stiller Must Die -Thursday, December 25, 2003 -1:41 am-
So I'm worried that I'm about to cause a ruckus with/because of Mary. Somehow, without me really noticing, she has managed to slip her way into my innermost level of friendship. It's a level of friendship no one has attained with me since Theatre (well, Mich has, but then there's the whole romantic thing to confound that). Having her be my most-loved friend that's not my girlfriend isn't the problem. The issue is that the last time I had a friend like her, I was in an environment that was much more physically demonstrative. We re-enforced our social ties by hugging, setting together, holding hands, cuddling, and kissing non-erogenous areas (i.e head, shoulder, etc.) when someone was in need of comforting. Much to my annoyance, in this group, that's going to cause much gnashing of teeth. First of all, cause all the people who are overly mindful of other people's affairs think I'm unfaithful to Michelle, and my affection towards Mary, though totally Platonic, will be seen as confirmation that I am, in fact, cheating on Michelle. The other problem is that the childish busybodies in the group think that it is wrong for Mary to be ok by herself. They see something wrong with the fact that she isn't pair-bonded. This has led several of them to say that she is "up to something" or that "she thinks she's too good for anyone in the group" (which, frankly, she is). So someone who is allegedly unattached, which is a position they don't like, is receiving affection from someone they think cheats on his girlfriend. Can you imagine the fun?
That being said, my being nice to Mary isn't something I think about until I've done it. So how do I keep the furor from arising?
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On Christmas Day in the Morning -Thursday, December 25, 2003 -11:20 pm-
Well, today was Christmas. Woo-hoo and all that. Or something. Mom
and I delivered corn souffle to the firehouse today since Jeff had to work this year. We were standing in the bay and the dog wondered off into the equipment repair room. It was am
azing how good the smoke coming out of the gear smelled. With how much I hate most smoke, I find it amazing how much I like the smell of house-fire smoke. Well, not the roof or any plasticized stuff. It makes me wonder if I can escape my heritage and n
ot become a firefighter.
I ended up doing tech support for almost the entire time I was at my cousin's house this evening. They have a Dell WinXP box. Kelsey, the daughter, got an MP3 player for Christmas and it wasn't working. Upon trying to do anything with their computer , I was struck by how amazingly slow it was. Checking out it's hardware config, I was amazed that it's a PIV 1.3GHz with 512MB of RAM and it moves slower that a Celeron 333MHz. After waiting forever on Windows Update, I rebooted only to discover that Wi ndows Update had killed the video card driver. So revert to previous state it was (the only time I've ever used this feature). Meaning I had just waisted an hour of my life running Windows Update. So back to W.U. to grab the updates other than the driv er for the GPU. Reboot again, fight through the pop-ups to AdAware, DL and run AdAware. 218 instances of spyware/adware found. Get a virus warning, attempt to fix virus, find that McAfee has been compromised by said virus and cannot remove the virus. Sigh. Eliminate virus by hand, clean up Registry, reboot. Computer now boots in 1/4th the time, but is still godawfully slow. Process manager says there are now only 44 processes running (down from 75), memory usage is ok. Don't know what's going on. Set up MP3 player. The online music buying service works, the transferring to p[layer software works, the player doesn't. The player will play the included demo MP3 but not any WMA content. Surprise, all the purchasable content is in WMA. Hmm... MP3. com is out of business, other services provide RM or WMA. Fuck. Give up, go home, mail Mandrake CD to cousins.
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Fri, 26 Dec 2003
Alright, So What Does this Prove? -Friday, December 26, 2003 -4:03 am-
| I am the Rake A woman never quite feels desired and appreciated enough. She wants attention, but a man is too often distracted and unresponsive. The Rake is a great female fantasy-figure - when he desires a woman, brief though that moment may be, he will go to the ends of the earth for her. He may be disloyal, dishonest and amoral, but that only adds to his appeal. Stir a woman's repressed longings by adapting the Rake's mix of danger and pleasure. Symbol: Fire. The Rake burns with a desire that enflames the woman he is seducing. It is extreme, uncontrollable and dangerous. The Rake may end in hell, but the flames surrounding him often make him seem that much more desirable to women. |
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People Suck -Friday, December 26, 2003 -10:23 pm-
Or at least they suck all the goodness out of the power grid. Or maybe they put bad harmonics in. Or maybe we recently got an equipment upgrade somewhere up the line. For whatever reason (I suspect it's because I'm nearly the only one in the building), the power is clean enough that the stereo sounds better than it ever has since moving here. It's nice to site and listen to pretty music. This is the first time in a long time that I haven't been disappointed in my stereo. Though I am now very sad because I scratched my Tracy Chapman New Beginnings CD while sanding it. Well, polishing compound tomorrow.
I spent the day up at my dad's. I went up because the rocket he's working on was at a point where he could stack the pieces together and stand them up for the first time. We carried the pieces outside and set the up against the house. I was surprised how much thinner it all looked outside. I think it's because inside you never got to see more than a 6ft section of it at once, which made the 16.5 inch diameter look much fatter. Getting it outside and standing it up, the proportions are much slimmer. At 21 feet, it reached just above the 2nd story eaves. It's going to launch off of a M and 2 L motors. Think roughly enough thrust to lob a Volkswagen Beetle over the Empire State Building. It's definitely a big rocket.
He had some questions to ask me about RockSim, which is a program that designs and simulates rockets. The things the program will do are amazing. Unfortunately, it is only easy to understand the build screen if you're familiar with class/function hierarch. So he had a lot of problems with it telling him the motors wouldn't fit because he had accidently defined the motor tubes as part of the class Nose_cone. The annoying thing is that the program still drew everything correctly, so there was no visual feedback that something was wrong. Dad, like me, has problems actually processing information (read: instruction manuals) off the computer screen. He downloaded the RockSim instruction manual off the internet, a task which took him several hours (sucky dial-up). Turns out it's 80 pages. After 5 minutes, it's 20 pages into the job. Spooling the job, not printing it. So I use my laptop to spoof his XP laptop into thinking it's connected to an ftp server and get the manual on mine. 30 seconds late, all 80 pages are spooled and it takes the printer about an hour and a half to get through the job.
And I just re-discovered how much nicer sarongs are w/o underwear underneath. Yay for laundry.
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