April 30, 2005 12:53 AM
thumb

So, caught the opening of the new Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy movie at the Alamo Drafthouse this afternoon. Wow. That was... yeah. Bad. Really bad. It's like the bastard child of the Chronicles of Riddick and Highlander 2. I really should have spent those two hours doing something more productive, like jamming pieces of broken glass into my eyeballs or something. I'm still reeling from the badness. Just, wow.

April 28, 2005 11:45 PM
text

Whew, just spent two days putting together a textad system from scratch (inspired by the one at mefi) for AGD. Man, that was a lot of typing and stuff. It's something I've been meaning to build for a long time, and it's not too terribly complicated, but I think it came out nice. Plus, I had an excuse to dig into the backend API stuff that PayPal provides, and finally figured out how to get it to double-check stuff back there to verify purchases, and kick off scripts to do stuff when payments go through, yadda yadda. So, yeah, fun.

( The Power of Perl Compels You! )

I also picked up an enclosure (USB2.0) for this big-ass hard drive I've had lying around for a couple of weeks now. I'm trying to turn it into a much-needed backup system for this here linux box, but damned if I can get the system to recognize it as anything. I had another USB drive that worked fine with pretty much the exact same setup, but I'm not getting anything but guff from this little bastard. Now I remember why I was so anxious to make the move away from system administration - groveling over all the little arbitrary brokennesses of every stupid thing, just to get some basic functionality working. Bah. One day, you'll get yours, bitwad.

April 27, 2005 03:00 AM
champloo

Phil just told me about Samurai Champloo, the new series by Watanabe Shinichiro, director of the super awesome Cowboy Bebop. I've only seen what's on that site there, but it looks just as great as you'd expect. Torrents, torrents, who's got the torrents?

Samurai Champloo

(Oh, hey, lookit that. Now I just need one of those paycheck things...)

queer hatin'

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?

Would it be possible for Austin to secede from the state, and let the rest of those ignorant pigfuckers get themselves a new capitol? Maybe then we'd be allowed to buy booze on Sundays, or let someone be able to own a resonably sized dildo collection without the spectre of prosecution hanging over their head. Goddamn degenerate redneck fundy dickshitters. I swear, there's so many people in this fucking country that need a motherfucking kick to the throat, it's not even funny.

April 24, 2005 08:11 AM
only free thing in Vegas

Hey! Free wireless at the Las Vegas airport! Woo!

April 22, 2005 03:01 AM
vegas

We flew into Las Vegas this morning, and boy are my arms tired. Because, you know, I brought a lot of books and stuff to read on the plane, so my backpack is really heavy. Not that I got a lot of reading done or anything - I was up until 5am or so finishing up some work for a client, uploaded my stuff, packed, and got about two hours of sleep before getting a ride to the airport. (Woo, Dave!) I still hate flying, but I got the valium hookup, so I crashed out for a bit, caught a little bit of some movie they had playing, landed safely, made it to our room in Paris, grabbed a burger, and crashed out for a bit more.

After a couple more hours of rest, we rallied a bit, and met Bernie's mom and her friend Pam downstairs at reception. We were a few minutes late, so Bernie's mom played the slot machines there a little while - and won $2500. Ding! So, more food, some horse talk (we're in town for some big horse show), walked around a bit, caught the water show across the street at Bellagio, took a ride up the eiffel tower to check out the lights from above, and then back to the room for more resting.

Television, by the way, is really weird these days. I don't remember it being this weird before. It's always entertaining to see what kind of completely crack-ass stuff they've got on cabel when we stay at a hotel or something. Oh, yeah, we got to see the hotel's TV system crash, too. Bluescreened, rebooted, went into some diagnostic stuff, and eventually made it back to their little menu application. Got some ips and ports, but they're on a different network than the broadband they give you in your room. Let me rephrase that - the broadband they charge you eleven bucks per day per computer for. Is this the goddamn 18th century or something? Come on, people! Running water, indoor plumbing, air conditioning, and wireless internet - is that too much to ask for? I knew I should have gotten one of those little wifi detector thingers - should have remembered, nothing's free in Vegas.

I need some canned air, too. The fans on this laptop suck, and tend to catch up and overhead if they get too dusty, which makes for a sad, sudden shutdown. Stupid computers.

April 20, 2005 02:51 AM
gridgame

In your face, Hunicke!

3201!

tinkle

I cannot use english words to express how happy I am that Wigu is back. That is all.

April 11, 2005 11:25 PM
jerome

I'd like to relay to you a bit of modern poetry that I came across on a scrap of paper lying in the street.

Jerome needs to go home,
says Hi to his brothers,
they return with Shalome.

So he packs cause his skills still lack
Hopin and prayin he's still not wack
His thoughts stray and sway
And still he prays, that his rhyme won't fray.

Maybe I'll get weave
with hopes to decieve,
to make them Believe,
that I can flow for any show.

So he's got some new kicks,
and some fresh new licks,
hopin He don't have to dicks or tricks
to any airtime for his Rhymes.

Genius. Thank you. That is all.

April 10, 2005 10:21 AM
perfect

Hit the Sinus Show (formerly Mr. Sinus Theater) Travoltathon last night - man, that was a fun show. I think that may be one of the best ones they've done so far. I really like the clip shows better than the full movies - I like it when things get mixed up some, and clips mean that only the good bits get in there. Dave (and, it turns out, Tim) disagrees - he likes the narrative of a complete film, even if it's a bad one. Huh. Anyway, it was quite the spectacle. I got a few photos, of the usual dubious quality, and probably more video evidence than anyone really needs to see. Like I said, quite the spectacle.

Afterward, Dave and Mel headed out to see "the rock star", who was playing nearby, and then headed out to the Longbranch for the Bloody Tears CD release party. We didn't - Bernie and I were already kind of sleepy, with the getting up early for sculling and whatnot. (I say "whatnot" too much, don't I? Tough.) Hanging for a bit outside the Alamo, though, we ran into about half the people we know here - Kitty Kitty Bang Bang and Nathan, my bud Kyle from BumperActive, Icky's friend Curtis, who's been workin' at the Drafthouse while he hangs in Austin for a while, and so on. I actually got together with Kyle and had some coffee and a few beers at the Halcyon over there on Thursday - if I can get my shit together, it looks like I'm going to be doing some writing for him over there. Go figure. Crazy here, I tell ya.

Also, SWT is a pain in my balls. That is all.

April 06, 2005 12:58 AM
stress

Work is fast and slow these days; I'm getting kind of stressed out about the scope of some of the stuff I've signed on to do, and it's getting in the way of my doing other stuff. Hopefully, it'll all work out, but even though it feels like I'm working a lot, I don't feel like I'm getting a lot done, and I don't feel like I'm bringing in any significant amount of money from the lot/not-a-lot, and that's stressing me out, too. (This is probably in no small part due to the financial pickery associated with doing taxes, but.) Bernie and I are trying to figure out the money situation for the upcoming future, in the event that she's unable to work for a while for one reason or another, so we sat down and tried to have ourselves a little financial planning session, see where we were for the next year or so. Well, that was kind of sad, because we're both really bad about keeping track of where our money goes, but the upshot seemed to be that I need to find a lot more steady work in pretty short order, or get some kind of scam going one way or another. We've committed to a regime of keeping track of every dollar we spend for the next month or two, so we can get a good idea of what we need to optimise come high water, but really what it comes down to is me finding more good, reliable clients, and managing my work relationships with them a bit better. That, or break down and get a straight job in an office somewhere. *Shudder* I'm pretty reluctant to do that, though, and I've got a handful of potentially promising leads for stuff coming up, so I think if I can not go nuts here, and maybe get a little lucky, it's all gonna work out fine.

So, we both needed a little de-stresser after that harrowing session of domestic worries, so we got ourselves some tasty vittles at Mag's, and then headed down to catch our pal Jerm at the Carousel Lounge. We came in while Luna Tart was kicking out some sort of Frenchy cowboy gypsy cabaret singin' with some smokin' hot fiddle player. They stepped off for a bit, and Jerm put on the J-pop CD that I made for him while the next band set up. The Personals had a short, punchy set - pretty fun stuff, very Buzzcocky - and then it was Jerm and the Total Foxes for a while, who rocked the party, as usual. There was a rollergirl invasion as the evening went on, and they totally cheated when we played them (Fahsnakekels vs. the Bush family) in Family Feud, and won the night. Stupid rollergirls. Don't they know who we are?!

Also, on the way there, and the way back, super badass thunderstorm. Yay, Texas weather.

April 05, 2005 12:39 PM
skynet

Holy fucking google satellite maps. I can see my house from here. That is super rad.

April 04, 2005 10:30 AM
gnitirw

I think I'm over the legal limit on index cards now. Y'all can keep your foofy mole-a-skine-a notebooks, I get by just fine with a stack of cards and some of those forty-nine cent mead pocket notebooks. I'm all about trying to get into your little GTD thing, but really, I don't need to blow fifteen bucks on a little notebook that, sure, is almost too nice to actually use, but still is just a bunch of paper to make the squiggles on. Just make it go, man.

I think I'm getting more and more dyslexic as time ticks by. My theory is that my brain is kind of stuttering ahead of me, and I wind up writing or typing the letters in the middle of a word (or words in the middle of a sentence) before I manage to get the initial letters or words out. This is happening a lot, especially when I'm writing with the ink stick on the aforementioned paper products. Pretty frustrating. There's some way of making that stop, right?

Man, it's been a long-ass time since I did any work with Java. I'm trying hard to get into this whole Eclipse thing set up and running - it's pretty sweet, but it sure has a steep curve on the way up.

In other news, we had lunch at this place over on First Street today, Freddy's Place. Really good - it passed the tasty burger and fries test, and I'm looking forward to trying out their meatball sandwich and chili and whatnot. Also, it looks like they have some kind of happy hour deal once a week where they barbecue up a big slab of brisket, and give it away for free, until it's gone. That sounds like an idea that I can totally get behind.

April 02, 2005 10:11 AM
chopchop

Today was our second (and third, it turned out) sculling lesson. It was pretty windy this morning, and the water was too choppy for us noobs, so we just went over more stuff about the boat parts, how to adjust everything and fix stuff up just right, and watched some pretty ridiculous safety and technique videos. But, now we're all official and everything, and we can just head down to the boathouse any time we want, haul a boat out, and start rowing. Which sounds pretty okay to me.

Aside from that little diversion on the waterfront, it's been either cranking on or getting stressed about all the work I've gotta do. Hopefully, I can scale back to just one client for a while, because this kind of sucks. Also, Nick and Alex came over to help us put down some sod for a new little lawn area in the back of the house, so, that was a good chunk of the day doing yardy stuff and clearing out a bunch of bamboo to make room and whatnot. The lawn looks pretty good, though, and Bernie seems pretty happy with it, which is also good.

We took the night off last night to catch Sin City at the new South Lamar Drafthouse. Holy crap, that ruled. I was kind of worried that they wouldn't be able to pull off the whole heavy comic book styling thing, but it came together really nicely. Pretty much all the performances were top notch, considering the hyper-boiled style, and Rodriguez totally owns the green box. You can tell that he's totally in love with the digital medium - he's like a kid with a cool new toy, running around the room, zooming and making the whooshing noises, and what comes out of the process is fried fucking gold. Suck on that, George.