Warm...warmer...disco...
Wow, apologies for the longish break, I believe that this has been the longest pause in entries this blog has seen to date. By way of excuses, I offer the following: I didn't get much sleep, and when the time came yesterday for blog posting, I was REALLY tired and dozed off instead of writing.
Now Playing: The Chambers Brothers - Time (Has Come Today)
Anyway, lame excuses aside, here's the recap:
Clubbing Saturday night, packed house, but definitely a weird kinda vibe. Had a good time, as usual, but I'm almost ashamed to say that for the first time in my life, I turned down a three-way with two women. I know, it sounds bad...but really, there were mitigating factors and extenuating circumstances! I guess it's bound to happen, and perhaps the women out there can better and more easily identify with this, but when one goes out and gets attention from the opposite sex, there are two kinds of attention one can draw, good and bad, desirable and undesirable. This was definitely the latter of each descriptive pair. [shudder] Let's move on, shall we? And never speak of this incident again.
Sunday afternoon finds me ready to head to the local home-improvement conglomo-mart for a fluorescent ballast to complete a long-overdue home repair. Do the necessary old-part research, gather tools, make preparations, pull defective item, head out to the car to make the short drive, only to notice that hrm, the driver's door seems to be ajar. I get in, key the ignition, notice that the power tilt/telescope steering isn't doing its normal motor-out-and-down-to-greet-me dance, and I hear the telltale "click click click" of a dead battery. Gnash teeth, realize that the automatic headlights don't turn off unless I close the doors properly, bang head on immobile steering wheel. Grr. Locate battery charger and extension cord (thanks for the assist, S/L), plug the car in, put off trip until tomorrow. Lovely.
Sunday recovery at the resort was highly welcome after last week's notable absence, at least from my perspective, but then again, I don't have to clean up after...I'm sure that factors in when doing the is-it-all-worthwhile calculations. As noted by others, many were in rare form, which, in sum made for a very trippy time, disco lights notwithstanding. Did get to spend some quality time getting to know/bonding with a couple dear friends, and that's always a good (and welcome) thing.
Monday actually sees me at Lowe's to obtain proper parts for fluorescent repair, also had the most stupid/silly/dreamy high-school-y ice cream "date" with a dear, dear friend...*sigh*. Did I mention that it was dreamy? 70+ degrees, sunny, ever so slight breeze (depending on whom you ask), highly fatty ice cream products with flake chocolate bits (similar to those found in my favourite ice cream, Edy's Espresso Chip) and not shavings as I like, (but still preferable over chunks/chips), idle and mildly inappropriate banter in the presence (but not earshot) of children, weird conversations with random grandparents and ice cream shack employees, and general teenage hijinks. *sigh* I haven't had this kind of carefree fun since I was a kid.
Cool mac thing I learned over the weekend: To quickly connect two macs via firewire (apparently, OSX doesn't have IP over 1394 built into the OS), all you do is connect the two computers via firewire, and boot both. While they're booting, you want to hold down the "T" key on one of them, until you see the firewire logo on-screen, release the "T" key, and voila! When the other computer comes up, the computer displaying the firewire icon is now a slave firewire drive. Cool, eh? I thought so. Two files totalling just over a gig I needed to transfer that estimated at 3 hours over the less-than-ideal 802.11b connection I had at the time, took less than TWO MINUTES, woohoo! Hello 400Mbps firewire! And that's the slower, crappier standard, nice. Dunno if this trick works in a mac-to-PC connection, I'll have to try that out.
Overall, had an incredibly fulfilling weekend, despite some weird/off vibes Saturday and Sunday nights, thanks primarily to developing interpersonal relations.
Watched Dodgeball, this was I thought an incredibly funny movie, but Vince Vaughn doing his schtick is pretty much all it takes for me to like a film. Writing wasn't great, but the strategic and clever use of cameos wasn't completely cheap and blatant. Plus, hot chicks making out under the guise of bisexuality is always good for a cheap thrill. Here are a few choice quotes:
-"There's someone out there for everybody.""You think?""Absolutely. In some cases, there's two somebodies for one person. I like to call that 'the jackpot'."
-"This is Seth from Videorama. The following DVDs are now overdue: "Drunken Hussies 3", "Backdoor Patrol 5" and "Mona Lisa Smile". Thank you."
-"You were adopted, your parents don't love you!"
-"This doesn't concern you, La Fleur.""Not nearly as much as your hair does."
-"I'm not a banker, I'm a lawyer.""Really? What kind of law are you involved in, pretty eyes?""Sexual harassment, mostly."
-"Donde esta la biblioteca, Pedro?"
-"Quit? You know, once I was thinking of quitting when I was diagnosed with brain, lung and testicular cancer all at the same time. But with the love and support of my friends and family, I got back on the bike and won the Tour de France five times in a row. But I'm sure you have a good reason to quit. So what are you dying of that's keeping you from the finals?""Right now it feels a little bit like... shame.""Well, I guess if a person never quit when the going got tough, they wouldn't anything to regret for the rest of their life. Well good luck to you Peter. I'm sure this decision won't haunt you forever."
Chatted with Ames, Esq., and she's sold me on the idea of writing screenplays vs. novels as the more viable medium, as far as our particular situations are concerned. However, it seems that screenplay writing has it's full set (and then some) of idiosyncrasies, and it's going to take a little bit of time to discover, scrutinize, and then internalize these minutiae. Fun. Now I just need an idea. I thought about writing the story of our relationship, but it's missing the a) happy ending, b) plot twist (where, say, I was dead all along, but didn't know that's what she was trying to tell me the whole time, until five minutes shy of film's end, then we run the montage of cheesy foreshadowing aren't-you-a-moron-for-missing-these-cues cutscenes), or c) after-school special message, such as "drugs are bad, mmmkay?"
Tuesday morning (OK, 3pm) arose to unusual silence...turns out the power had gone out (and been out for some time), roommate had left patio door open, and the place was freezing. Fortunately, it wasn't long before it came back on, anyone who knows me knows how lost I am without my internet access. couldn't cook, watch TV, IM, or do anything but (shudder) read!
Watched a few more episodes of CSI:NY, and while the show isn't getting any better, the music selections have been pretty good, especially episode 01.04...need to try and find a tracklist/playlist of some kind...the only song I've been able to identify thus far is Beastie Boys - An Open Letter to NYC. Caused me to download the Beastie Boys discography, it did. Somewhat reminiscent of 2 Skinnee J's, who I think also hail from that general area. "718" is still one of the rap classics, if you ask me. (not that I know the first thing about rap, obviously.)
I love that line in the second frame, I've always thought that it was pretty clever. But learning more from staying home is pretty much the mantra of my life, right?
Looks like D is (at least temporarily) making her blog public...not sure what the ramifications are yet, if any, so I'll go ahead and recommend a third-party blog I've become aware of through her observations:
Rollertrain, funny stuff. This girl works in the porn industry as a copywriter. Although in reading a couple sample entries, she does use "peak" where she means "pique" (that one totally drives me up a wall). Like Superficial, both amusing AND informative. Also highly relevant, if like me, you're a fan of the porn industry. Wait, have I said too much? Probably not work-safe, depending, of course, upon where you work, sucker!
Finally, while I was writing this, I noticed that practicinghedonists posted about a fire story. I left a comment, but it evolved into a pseudo-post, so I thought I'd add it here for posterity:
Damn...all my fire stories pretty much have the theme of me accidentally burning something down as an unfortunate outcome of my budding pyromania. My electrocution stories are probably better. Although, this one time, for a H.S. journalism class project, we were to invent a product/service and produce a mock commercial or print ad for it. Ours was "Four Guys' Revenge", and for the commercial, if memory serves, we offered a range of services to exact payback on those who have wronged you, from beatings to body disposal, to destruction of property, and things of that nature. To illustrate said scenarios, we naturally had to stage some dramatic re-creations. Being poor high-school students, we lacked the budget to bring on the lucasfilm and/or ILM boys, so in order to achieve the desired effect, we may or may not have set fire to an abandoned car in a shopping mall parking lot. I'm not exactly sure how we determined that it was abandoned, but it made sense at the time, and was deemed "foolproof". I mean who can go a day without seeing an abandoned Mercedes-Benz? Just kidding, it was definitely a domestic car...they give those away in cereal boxes, right? (I think the statute of limitations for arson has long since lapsed) When questioned by a concerned Journalism teacher, we naturally replied that we'd taped the segment off some cable program, and that really wasn't our mall in the background, nor were those guys that vaguely looked like us really us. (Thank you grainy 80's video technology!)
Come to think of it, South Park ripped off our idea when Cartman had that shit-smearing venture! I'm gonna sue!
I suppose I really should have saved this story for MY blog, but the chances if it getting read by someone it might upset are much much greater there. Ah well, my loss is your gain, enjoy!
Hrm, on second thought, maybe I will paste it to my entry anyway. So that my readers might be regaled by my tales of harmless high school tomfoolery...
I love quoting myself as a third party, it's so paradoxical and self-aggrandizing.
Ciao for now, kids...
Now Playing: The Chambers Brothers - Time (Has Come Today)
Anyway, lame excuses aside, here's the recap:
Clubbing Saturday night, packed house, but definitely a weird kinda vibe. Had a good time, as usual, but I'm almost ashamed to say that for the first time in my life, I turned down a three-way with two women. I know, it sounds bad...but really, there were mitigating factors and extenuating circumstances! I guess it's bound to happen, and perhaps the women out there can better and more easily identify with this, but when one goes out and gets attention from the opposite sex, there are two kinds of attention one can draw, good and bad, desirable and undesirable. This was definitely the latter of each descriptive pair. [shudder] Let's move on, shall we? And never speak of this incident again.
Sunday afternoon finds me ready to head to the local home-improvement conglomo-mart for a fluorescent ballast to complete a long-overdue home repair. Do the necessary old-part research, gather tools, make preparations, pull defective item, head out to the car to make the short drive, only to notice that hrm, the driver's door seems to be ajar. I get in, key the ignition, notice that the power tilt/telescope steering isn't doing its normal motor-out-and-down-to-greet-me dance, and I hear the telltale "click click click" of a dead battery. Gnash teeth, realize that the automatic headlights don't turn off unless I close the doors properly, bang head on immobile steering wheel. Grr. Locate battery charger and extension cord (thanks for the assist, S/L), plug the car in, put off trip until tomorrow. Lovely.
Sunday recovery at the resort was highly welcome after last week's notable absence, at least from my perspective, but then again, I don't have to clean up after...I'm sure that factors in when doing the is-it-all-worthwhile calculations. As noted by others, many were in rare form, which, in sum made for a very trippy time, disco lights notwithstanding. Did get to spend some quality time getting to know/bonding with a couple dear friends, and that's always a good (and welcome) thing.
Monday actually sees me at Lowe's to obtain proper parts for fluorescent repair, also had the most stupid/silly/dreamy high-school-y ice cream "date" with a dear, dear friend...*sigh*. Did I mention that it was dreamy? 70+ degrees, sunny, ever so slight breeze (depending on whom you ask), highly fatty ice cream products with flake chocolate bits (similar to those found in my favourite ice cream, Edy's Espresso Chip) and not shavings as I like, (but still preferable over chunks/chips), idle and mildly inappropriate banter in the presence (but not earshot) of children, weird conversations with random grandparents and ice cream shack employees, and general teenage hijinks. *sigh* I haven't had this kind of carefree fun since I was a kid.
Cool mac thing I learned over the weekend: To quickly connect two macs via firewire (apparently, OSX doesn't have IP over 1394 built into the OS), all you do is connect the two computers via firewire, and boot both. While they're booting, you want to hold down the "T" key on one of them, until you see the firewire logo on-screen, release the "T" key, and voila! When the other computer comes up, the computer displaying the firewire icon is now a slave firewire drive. Cool, eh? I thought so. Two files totalling just over a gig I needed to transfer that estimated at 3 hours over the less-than-ideal 802.11b connection I had at the time, took less than TWO MINUTES, woohoo! Hello 400Mbps firewire! And that's the slower, crappier standard, nice. Dunno if this trick works in a mac-to-PC connection, I'll have to try that out.
Overall, had an incredibly fulfilling weekend, despite some weird/off vibes Saturday and Sunday nights, thanks primarily to developing interpersonal relations.
Watched Dodgeball, this was I thought an incredibly funny movie, but Vince Vaughn doing his schtick is pretty much all it takes for me to like a film. Writing wasn't great, but the strategic and clever use of cameos wasn't completely cheap and blatant. Plus, hot chicks making out under the guise of bisexuality is always good for a cheap thrill. Here are a few choice quotes:
-"There's someone out there for everybody.""You think?""Absolutely. In some cases, there's two somebodies for one person. I like to call that 'the jackpot'."
-"This is Seth from Videorama. The following DVDs are now overdue: "Drunken Hussies 3", "Backdoor Patrol 5" and "Mona Lisa Smile". Thank you."
-"You were adopted, your parents don't love you!"
-"This doesn't concern you, La Fleur.""Not nearly as much as your hair does."
-"I'm not a banker, I'm a lawyer.""Really? What kind of law are you involved in, pretty eyes?""Sexual harassment, mostly."
-"Donde esta la biblioteca, Pedro?"
-"Quit? You know, once I was thinking of quitting when I was diagnosed with brain, lung and testicular cancer all at the same time. But with the love and support of my friends and family, I got back on the bike and won the Tour de France five times in a row. But I'm sure you have a good reason to quit. So what are you dying of that's keeping you from the finals?""Right now it feels a little bit like... shame.""Well, I guess if a person never quit when the going got tough, they wouldn't anything to regret for the rest of their life. Well good luck to you Peter. I'm sure this decision won't haunt you forever."
Chatted with Ames, Esq., and she's sold me on the idea of writing screenplays vs. novels as the more viable medium, as far as our particular situations are concerned. However, it seems that screenplay writing has it's full set (and then some) of idiosyncrasies, and it's going to take a little bit of time to discover, scrutinize, and then internalize these minutiae. Fun. Now I just need an idea. I thought about writing the story of our relationship, but it's missing the a) happy ending, b) plot twist (where, say, I was dead all along, but didn't know that's what she was trying to tell me the whole time, until five minutes shy of film's end, then we run the montage of cheesy foreshadowing aren't-you-a-moron-for-missing-these-cues cutscenes), or c) after-school special message, such as "drugs are bad, mmmkay?"
Tuesday morning (OK, 3pm) arose to unusual silence...turns out the power had gone out (and been out for some time), roommate had left patio door open, and the place was freezing. Fortunately, it wasn't long before it came back on, anyone who knows me knows how lost I am without my internet access. couldn't cook, watch TV, IM, or do anything but (shudder) read!
Watched a few more episodes of CSI:NY, and while the show isn't getting any better, the music selections have been pretty good, especially episode 01.04...need to try and find a tracklist/playlist of some kind...the only song I've been able to identify thus far is Beastie Boys - An Open Letter to NYC. Caused me to download the Beastie Boys discography, it did. Somewhat reminiscent of 2 Skinnee J's, who I think also hail from that general area. "718" is still one of the rap classics, if you ask me. (not that I know the first thing about rap, obviously.)
I love that line in the second frame, I've always thought that it was pretty clever. But learning more from staying home is pretty much the mantra of my life, right?
Looks like D is (at least temporarily) making her blog public...not sure what the ramifications are yet, if any, so I'll go ahead and recommend a third-party blog I've become aware of through her observations:
Rollertrain, funny stuff. This girl works in the porn industry as a copywriter. Although in reading a couple sample entries, she does use "peak" where she means "pique" (that one totally drives me up a wall). Like Superficial, both amusing AND informative. Also highly relevant, if like me, you're a fan of the porn industry. Wait, have I said too much? Probably not work-safe, depending, of course, upon where you work, sucker!
Finally, while I was writing this, I noticed that practicinghedonists posted about a fire story. I left a comment, but it evolved into a pseudo-post, so I thought I'd add it here for posterity:
Damn...all my fire stories pretty much have the theme of me accidentally burning something down as an unfortunate outcome of my budding pyromania. My electrocution stories are probably better. Although, this one time, for a H.S. journalism class project, we were to invent a product/service and produce a mock commercial or print ad for it. Ours was "Four Guys' Revenge", and for the commercial, if memory serves, we offered a range of services to exact payback on those who have wronged you, from beatings to body disposal, to destruction of property, and things of that nature. To illustrate said scenarios, we naturally had to stage some dramatic re-creations. Being poor high-school students, we lacked the budget to bring on the lucasfilm and/or ILM boys, so in order to achieve the desired effect, we may or may not have set fire to an abandoned car in a shopping mall parking lot. I'm not exactly sure how we determined that it was abandoned, but it made sense at the time, and was deemed "foolproof". I mean who can go a day without seeing an abandoned Mercedes-Benz? Just kidding, it was definitely a domestic car...they give those away in cereal boxes, right? (I think the statute of limitations for arson has long since lapsed) When questioned by a concerned Journalism teacher, we naturally replied that we'd taped the segment off some cable program, and that really wasn't our mall in the background, nor were those guys that vaguely looked like us really us. (Thank you grainy 80's video technology!)
Come to think of it, South Park ripped off our idea when Cartman had that shit-smearing venture! I'm gonna sue!
I suppose I really should have saved this story for MY blog, but the chances if it getting read by someone it might upset are much much greater there. Ah well, my loss is your gain, enjoy!
Hrm, on second thought, maybe I will paste it to my entry anyway. So that my readers might be regaled by my tales of harmless high school tomfoolery...
I love quoting myself as a third party, it's so paradoxical and self-aggrandizing.
Ciao for now, kids...
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