Thursday, January 31, 2002
I'm pretty much coming in under the wire time-wise, but God damn it I will keep my promise. I told you yesterday that the Portfolio section would open today, and guess what? It just did. So feel free to enjoy or ignore it at your leisure.
11:30 PM | e-mail |
11:30 PM | e-mail |
Tonight: Mexican food (Bandito's, as usual -- I think it's officially Our Neighborhood Restaurant. I've officially lost track of how many times I've been; this time was with Len and Catlan, a friend from Florida who's in from school in Rhode Island for the WEF protest) and yoga (a workshop at the school gym). The former was great; the latter was quite painful and only partially relaxing. We'll see if it gets any easier in the coming weeks...
Tomorrow night: the opera.
10:13 PM | e-mail |
Tomorrow night: the opera.
10:13 PM | e-mail |
Why yes, U2log.com did win a Bloggie. Thank you for asking. (Shut up. You asked.) You have no idea how hard you rock.
And congratulations to that one, too. None of my other picks won, really, but that's all right. Popularity contest etc. etc. Who cares, on we go again.
2:11 PM | e-mail |
And congratulations to that one, too. None of my other picks won, really, but that's all right. Popularity contest etc. etc. Who cares, on we go again.
2:11 PM | e-mail |
Wednesday, January 30, 2002
I have been Industrious today, oh yes. Now open for business: the redesigned Photos section, complete with brand-spankin'-new images (gasp!). Tomorrow I'll throw open the gates on the Portfolio section for the first time, but as of now, I'm off to the gym. Ta.
Oh, and in unrelated and mysterious news: I am such a sad little dork. But hey, couldn't hurt.
8:03 PM | e-mail |
Oh, and in unrelated and mysterious news: I am such a sad little dork. But hey, couldn't hurt.
8:03 PM | e-mail |
Like he said: Ice worms! How totally fuckin' cool.
The worms, which are found only in a coastal region extending from Washington to Alaska, spend their entire lives on ice. Their health depends on it. They die if the temperature drops below 20 degrees or above 40 degrees. At room temperature, they disintegrate in 15 minutes.
Read on to learn the impact these li'l bad boys could have on medicine and space travel (!). Science is neat.
(via Shey.net)
12:53 PM | e-mail |
The worms, which are found only in a coastal region extending from Washington to Alaska, spend their entire lives on ice. Their health depends on it. They die if the temperature drops below 20 degrees or above 40 degrees. At room temperature, they disintegrate in 15 minutes.
Read on to learn the impact these li'l bad boys could have on medicine and space travel (!). Science is neat.
(via Shey.net)
12:53 PM | e-mail |
Simplify, simplify -- I'm a bit late in congratulating Michele and her team of faithful web-design sorcerors on her move to sleeker, sexier digs (in both look and URL). Now if only the damn NYU ethernet would stop crapping out halfway through the page load...
12:40 PM | e-mail |
12:40 PM | e-mail |
Tuesday, January 29, 2002
By the way, I really was going to try to be dignified about all this, but I can't let this go unnoticed: fourpointtwo.com has ceased operations. Be sure to swipe the page for a "secret" message. I think Thomas put it best in an IM last night: "Poor guy. He's got to live in that mind forever."
1:35 PM | e-mail |
1:35 PM | e-mail |
New Order / Chemical Brothers collaboration to be released as single. EXCELLENT. Their previous "collaboration" (just Bernard Sumner's vocals on the Chem's "Out Of Control") is a thing of greatness, so I'm definitely looking forward to this shit...
1:33 PM | e-mail |
1:33 PM | e-mail |
Oh fine, Tom, I'll play your game. Extremely high on my list of pathetic infatuations: Robbie Williams. What can I say? He's an intelligent, funny, straightedge rockstar. And holy fuck he's cute. (And rich.) (And almost certainly A Fan Of Kylie Minogue, if you catch my non-literal meaning. We know he is literally.)
And so, here is your gratuitous photo.
I become faggier by the moment. Somebody needs to put a stop to this.
1:16 PM | e-mail |
And so, here is your gratuitous photo.
I become faggier by the moment. Somebody needs to put a stop to this.
1:16 PM | e-mail |
Monday, January 28, 2002
Dear Brandon,
I am willing to believe that Jeffrey or whatever he opts to call himself has a personal vendetta against you. He seemed like quite an irate gentleman, and I did take what he said with a grain of salt -- you'll note I was careful to say he "claims" to have had material stolen from him.
However, nothing about the story you told me changes the fact that CODE THAT I WROTE IS ON YOUR SITE. It is not in use on your site, and it is in use on mine. Combining that with the entirely implausible number of similarities between "your" design and mine -- the EXACT SAME WIDTH between the browser's left edge and the start of the content, the EXACT SAME dimensions for your div's, the almost identical section-heading images in the sidebar, even THE SAME COLOR SCHEME -- I find it essentially impossible to believe that you developed that design independent of me, especially when it contains code that I use that you have absolutely no use for. I've had several knowledgeable people look over your code now; they've all reached the same conclusion that I have:
You stole my design, and you are lying to me about it.
Now, the sick part of all of this to me, is that I've told you I DON'T EVEN REALLY CARE. You could admit that you did this and I'd be fine with it. You could keep the design; maybe I'd ask for a credit in the source code but what-the-hell-ever. I could just pretend it was a Blogger template. But instead, you've opted to lie to me, then attempt to misdirect me (nowhere in your prior e-mail did you make any reference to the material allegation I placed on you re: the duplicate code, so I have to conclude you were simply trying to distract me), and in the context of these events I have to assume that your original link, with its snide "Hmmm", was your way of attempting to discredit me (An implied "isn't this suspicious?") before I found you. I haven't received any other satisfactory explanation to the contrary.
Now here's the bit that really gets me. When all is said and done, neither one of us can really prove what happened. You can deny this until the day that you die, and I'll never REALLY be able to prove anything about it. You've already "won." I hope it was an enjoyable victory; I hope you're proud of lying so skillfully and so successfully.
I consider this matter closed. I am going to simply forget that you've done this to me. It's not really that big a deal; I've shrugged off worse insults. But I sincerely hope our paths never cross again. And if I ever hear that you've pulled this kind of shit again on anyone else, then trust me: I'll remember.
And I am sorry, but no, I do not think I will be keeping our correspondence "between us." It's not the kindest thing for me to do, but I am cross-posting this letter to my weblog. It's the only catharsis I can get out of the whole situation, and it helps me to ensure that people see events as they actually transpired. Next time, don't steal code from someone as petty and bitchy as me.
I don't expect a reply, nor am I particularly interested in reading one. This is over. Goodbye.
-Chris Conroy
http://www.doyoufeelloved.com/
6:27 PM | e-mail |
I am willing to believe that Jeffrey or whatever he opts to call himself has a personal vendetta against you. He seemed like quite an irate gentleman, and I did take what he said with a grain of salt -- you'll note I was careful to say he "claims" to have had material stolen from him.
However, nothing about the story you told me changes the fact that CODE THAT I WROTE IS ON YOUR SITE. It is not in use on your site, and it is in use on mine. Combining that with the entirely implausible number of similarities between "your" design and mine -- the EXACT SAME WIDTH between the browser's left edge and the start of the content, the EXACT SAME dimensions for your div's, the almost identical section-heading images in the sidebar, even THE SAME COLOR SCHEME -- I find it essentially impossible to believe that you developed that design independent of me, especially when it contains code that I use that you have absolutely no use for. I've had several knowledgeable people look over your code now; they've all reached the same conclusion that I have:
You stole my design, and you are lying to me about it.
Now, the sick part of all of this to me, is that I've told you I DON'T EVEN REALLY CARE. You could admit that you did this and I'd be fine with it. You could keep the design; maybe I'd ask for a credit in the source code but what-the-hell-ever. I could just pretend it was a Blogger template. But instead, you've opted to lie to me, then attempt to misdirect me (nowhere in your prior e-mail did you make any reference to the material allegation I placed on you re: the duplicate code, so I have to conclude you were simply trying to distract me), and in the context of these events I have to assume that your original link, with its snide "Hmmm", was your way of attempting to discredit me (An implied "isn't this suspicious?") before I found you. I haven't received any other satisfactory explanation to the contrary.
Now here's the bit that really gets me. When all is said and done, neither one of us can really prove what happened. You can deny this until the day that you die, and I'll never REALLY be able to prove anything about it. You've already "won." I hope it was an enjoyable victory; I hope you're proud of lying so skillfully and so successfully.
I consider this matter closed. I am going to simply forget that you've done this to me. It's not really that big a deal; I've shrugged off worse insults. But I sincerely hope our paths never cross again. And if I ever hear that you've pulled this kind of shit again on anyone else, then trust me: I'll remember.
And I am sorry, but no, I do not think I will be keeping our correspondence "between us." It's not the kindest thing for me to do, but I am cross-posting this letter to my weblog. It's the only catharsis I can get out of the whole situation, and it helps me to ensure that people see events as they actually transpired. Next time, don't steal code from someone as petty and bitchy as me.
I don't expect a reply, nor am I particularly interested in reading one. This is over. Goodbye.
-Chris Conroy
http://www.doyoufeelloved.com/
6:27 PM | e-mail |
Sunday, January 27, 2002
It appears I may well have been too nice.
In the last entry I left out a very significant detail for fear of looking like an asshole: that I was quite sure my design had, in fact, been stolen. The code for fourpointtwo.com contains several CSS fragments used to determine specific link styles here on the blog page. They're not in use on his site, which is an obvious red flag that he didn't know what they did and left them in for fear of fucking shit up. (I wouldn't be surprised if he tries to delete them once I blog this; I have, however, saved a copy of his HTML with them intact, as well as taken a screenshot). Now I've been contacted by someone who claims to have had code stolen from him by the same guy in the past -- see the Jan. 26th entry at Ants4Pets.com.
You see, I wasn't really THAT angry about my design being stolen. I was quite angry that it seemed like he was trying to hint that I had stolen HIS design, and that's why I got in contact with him as soon as I saw his site; but after our exchange of e-mail that entry was labelled a "misunderstanding" and has been deleted from his site. So on one level, I "won." However, now it seems clear that he was misleading me, that he had in fact seen my site before (I didn't buy that he hadn't, considering that he links to Subinev, where I've been linked many a time -- including at the launch of my new design -- and to plasticbag.org, where I've also been linked), and that yeah, he probably did jack my code. It's not the theft that bothers me; it's the lie.
So, Brandon, if you're reading this (and if you're smart, you are): please, just do the right thing and apologize. To be honest, I won't even make you take the design down: everyone knows where you got it now anyway. Just apologize for deceiving me, and we will call this over. Because trust me: you don't really want to get me in asshole mode.
6:56 PM | e-mail |
In the last entry I left out a very significant detail for fear of looking like an asshole: that I was quite sure my design had, in fact, been stolen. The code for fourpointtwo.com contains several CSS fragments used to determine specific link styles here on the blog page. They're not in use on his site, which is an obvious red flag that he didn't know what they did and left them in for fear of fucking shit up. (I wouldn't be surprised if he tries to delete them once I blog this; I have, however, saved a copy of his HTML with them intact, as well as taken a screenshot). Now I've been contacted by someone who claims to have had code stolen from him by the same guy in the past -- see the Jan. 26th entry at Ants4Pets.com.
You see, I wasn't really THAT angry about my design being stolen. I was quite angry that it seemed like he was trying to hint that I had stolen HIS design, and that's why I got in contact with him as soon as I saw his site; but after our exchange of e-mail that entry was labelled a "misunderstanding" and has been deleted from his site. So on one level, I "won." However, now it seems clear that he was misleading me, that he had in fact seen my site before (I didn't buy that he hadn't, considering that he links to Subinev, where I've been linked many a time -- including at the launch of my new design -- and to plasticbag.org, where I've also been linked), and that yeah, he probably did jack my code. It's not the theft that bothers me; it's the lie.
So, Brandon, if you're reading this (and if you're smart, you are): please, just do the right thing and apologize. To be honest, I won't even make you take the design down: everyone knows where you got it now anyway. Just apologize for deceiving me, and we will call this over. Because trust me: you don't really want to get me in asshole mode.
6:56 PM | e-mail |
All right. That appears to be settled. I don't know how prudent it is to talk about it, but I need to vent a bit so I'm going to throw caution to the wind and do so.
I picked up a hit in my referrer logs today from fourpointtwo.com. I took one look at it and my heart sank. Our designs are almost perfectly identical. He'd linked to me because a friend pointed out his site to me and he seemed (naturally) suspicious. Of course, I was too, as I'd never seen his site before in my life. After an exchange of e-mail we established that neither was really accusing the other of anything, that neither of us had any prior knowledge of each other's designs, and that this just seemed Really Fucking Weird. We seem to have decided to let it lie.
What an uncomfortable situation to be in...
4:08 PM | e-mail |
I picked up a hit in my referrer logs today from fourpointtwo.com. I took one look at it and my heart sank. Our designs are almost perfectly identical. He'd linked to me because a friend pointed out his site to me and he seemed (naturally) suspicious. Of course, I was too, as I'd never seen his site before in my life. After an exchange of e-mail we established that neither was really accusing the other of anything, that neither of us had any prior knowledge of each other's designs, and that this just seemed Really Fucking Weird. We seem to have decided to let it lie.
What an uncomfortable situation to be in...
4:08 PM | e-mail |
Something immensely concerning has just occured. No more info until I hear back from the other party involved.
2:36 PM | e-mail |
2:36 PM | e-mail |
Currently winning on this at eBay. (Please don't laugh at my dorky eBay username; the account's several years old. And it goes without saying that I also ask you to please not try to bid the thing out of my hands). It's all part of a concerted effort to make me "more gay."
Mind you, I don't actually WANT to be "more gay" per se. I'm actually quite comfortable with my personality. But according to almost everyone I meet, I give off absolutely no gay vibe at all, or very little. Which, I think you'll agree, makes it really fucking hard to attract anyone's attention in the romantic sense, even at NYU. I don't want to be a ridiculous cliched fag, but I've got to give people SOME indication. And so, I shall wear DM on my chest. There aren't many bigger red flags than that.
Well, except this. Which I do really fucking want. But come on, when the hell would I ever wear that? We get about three weeks of hot weather in NYC (while I'm here, anyway -- I'm back home for the summer months), and I'm sure as fuck not parading around my parents in that bad boy. So in all likelihood, it shall go unbought. (And come on! Thirty-five fucking bucks? Yikes. And not to mention that I don't actually have the muscles to display with it.)
I've actually been getting hit on a lot through this weblog. But of course it's always from Internet Types. And while I'm sure some of these suitors are nice guys, I've got absolutely no interest WHATsoever in pursuing some kind of farcical online relationship. Sorry to burst some bubbles...
God, what an awkward post from an awkward young man. Feel free to disregard this entire outburst. Might I suggest looking at the marmots again? (Speaking of which, my desktop image is now a giant yawning marmot. Will post soon.)
2:01 PM | e-mail |
Mind you, I don't actually WANT to be "more gay" per se. I'm actually quite comfortable with my personality. But according to almost everyone I meet, I give off absolutely no gay vibe at all, or very little. Which, I think you'll agree, makes it really fucking hard to attract anyone's attention in the romantic sense, even at NYU. I don't want to be a ridiculous cliched fag, but I've got to give people SOME indication. And so, I shall wear DM on my chest. There aren't many bigger red flags than that.
Well, except this. Which I do really fucking want. But come on, when the hell would I ever wear that? We get about three weeks of hot weather in NYC (while I'm here, anyway -- I'm back home for the summer months), and I'm sure as fuck not parading around my parents in that bad boy. So in all likelihood, it shall go unbought. (And come on! Thirty-five fucking bucks? Yikes. And not to mention that I don't actually have the muscles to display with it.)
I've actually been getting hit on a lot through this weblog. But of course it's always from Internet Types. And while I'm sure some of these suitors are nice guys, I've got absolutely no interest WHATsoever in pursuing some kind of farcical online relationship. Sorry to burst some bubbles...
God, what an awkward post from an awkward young man. Feel free to disregard this entire outburst. Might I suggest looking at the marmots again? (Speaking of which, my desktop image is now a giant yawning marmot. Will post soon.)
2:01 PM | e-mail |
Saturday, January 26, 2002
Transmetropolitan Lego figurines. Sadly unofficial. And curiously combined with Harry Potter figures. But I'm just going to stay quiet.
(via LinkMachineGo)
Is TRANSMET really less than a year away from ending its run? I suppose I shouldn't be shocked, but I am. I stopped buying it regularly at the tail-end of last year, when I stopped buying all monthly comics regularly, thinking I'd catch up with it in collected form. And of course I haven't, since (a.) I'm always poor and (b.) DC have been quite shite about putting the collections out on a regular schedule. Oh well.
I flipped through the most recent issue the other day. The story definitely seems to be moving at a curiously glacial pace -- I suppose events have of course been piling up, but I must say that when I was reading it years ago I never expected the major event that happened around issue #24 to be pretty much the only driving force of the series now. It's still masterful comics, but the singlemindedness of the plot (if not its themes) seems a bit disappointing. BUT I haven't really actually read the last year of it, so pay no attention to me. These words are probably coming from my ass. (And they might as well be, since I'm guessing that the majority of my readers have no idea what the fuck this thing I'm talking about is. Suffice it to say that TRANSMETROPOLITAN is one of the best comic books in modern memory.)
Speaking of great comics, I bought the first collection of Grant Morrison's NEW X-MEN yesterday (even though I'd read it all already many times -- God, it's so fucking good it makes my teeth hurt), as well as Howard Cruse's STUCK RUBBER BABY which is An Important Comic about Sexuality and Race and All That Stuff. God, I'm such an asshole -- it really is supposed to be a marvellous work and I can't believe I've never read it. So I think I'll do so tonight.
And that is all. Pointless blog entry that started with a silly stupid link: complete.
5:46 PM | e-mail |
(via LinkMachineGo)
Is TRANSMET really less than a year away from ending its run? I suppose I shouldn't be shocked, but I am. I stopped buying it regularly at the tail-end of last year, when I stopped buying all monthly comics regularly, thinking I'd catch up with it in collected form. And of course I haven't, since (a.) I'm always poor and (b.) DC have been quite shite about putting the collections out on a regular schedule. Oh well.
I flipped through the most recent issue the other day. The story definitely seems to be moving at a curiously glacial pace -- I suppose events have of course been piling up, but I must say that when I was reading it years ago I never expected the major event that happened around issue #24 to be pretty much the only driving force of the series now. It's still masterful comics, but the singlemindedness of the plot (if not its themes) seems a bit disappointing. BUT I haven't really actually read the last year of it, so pay no attention to me. These words are probably coming from my ass. (And they might as well be, since I'm guessing that the majority of my readers have no idea what the fuck this thing I'm talking about is. Suffice it to say that TRANSMETROPOLITAN is one of the best comic books in modern memory.)
Speaking of great comics, I bought the first collection of Grant Morrison's NEW X-MEN yesterday (even though I'd read it all already many times -- God, it's so fucking good it makes my teeth hurt), as well as Howard Cruse's STUCK RUBBER BABY which is An Important Comic about Sexuality and Race and All That Stuff. God, I'm such an asshole -- it really is supposed to be a marvellous work and I can't believe I've never read it. So I think I'll do so tonight.
And that is all. Pointless blog entry that started with a silly stupid link: complete.
5:46 PM | e-mail |
Fifty seconds of "Freelove" from the upcoming EXCITER TOUR DVD, now available at depechemode.com. Mmmmmm. (Scroll down past the other versions.)
I think DM.com is my favorite artist website -- simple, attractive design and SCADS of info/content -- clips of every video, every single recording (including remixes!), archived interviews, and piles & piles more. Somebody should take a hint.
Was watching my SINGLES 86 > 98 DVD today, actually... DM've done some severely great videos too. And wow, I'm severely gay for thinking so. ;-D
5:26 PM | e-mail |
I think DM.com is my favorite artist website -- simple, attractive design and SCADS of info/content -- clips of every video, every single recording (including remixes!), archived interviews, and piles & piles more. Somebody should take a hint.
Was watching my SINGLES 86 > 98 DVD today, actually... DM've done some severely great videos too. And wow, I'm severely gay for thinking so. ;-D
5:26 PM | e-mail |
The blog community is out to get me. Between Tom's spiff new redesign and Blogger Pro, two major events had to go down on the day that I spent away from the computer, thereby ensuring that I appear ridiculously out of touch. Cute. Oh well. I approve heartily of both...
The day was filled with this and this. More on both later.
12:13 AM | e-mail |
The day was filled with this and this. More on both later.
12:13 AM | e-mail |
Thursday, January 24, 2002
God, I don't want to do anything today. It's a disgustingly dark wet day (at least it's not cold), so I can't play outside, and I want to continue working on the website (there's a newly tweaked frontpage if you're interested) but I'm sick of sitting around in front of the fucking computer staring at the Internet. I could do my reading for my classes, but it's a choice between Beowulf (lotsa larfs) and something like seventy pages of critical theory (even more fucking larfs). Neither of those sound like a blast to me. I actually would kind of like to go to the gym, but I have to wait for Claire & Erin or they'll be mad at me. Understandably.
Speaking of which, I've been to the gym two nights in a row now. I plan to go every day, with possible breaks on weekends. I'm still in sissy mode -- when I go I just do 20-25 minutes on an exercise bike, sixty or so sit-ups, and twenty or so push-ups -- but I think I'll start attacking the weight-training machines soon. It feels really good to finally be doing what I said I would. Let's see if it lasts...
So: icky day. I just got back from going down to St. Mark's to browse my favorite stores (St. Mark's Sounds and St. Mark's Comics), and while there were plenty of things I could've bought, I just felt too blah to commit to anything. Plus, I hadn't stopped to get any cash, so nothing was burning a hole in my pocket and driving me towards foolishness. I still don't have Kittens And Thee Glitz; Tower had it when I went yesterday, but it was $16.99 and I balked thinking I could find it cheaper. Haven't yet, though I've not been to Virgin.
God, even talking about music is tiring me out. I'm gonna go downstairs and get a Coke, and see if my box of DVDs & video games (N64, baby -- ya mama!) has arrived. If so, I might be on the road to good cheer.
5:01 PM | e-mail |
Speaking of which, I've been to the gym two nights in a row now. I plan to go every day, with possible breaks on weekends. I'm still in sissy mode -- when I go I just do 20-25 minutes on an exercise bike, sixty or so sit-ups, and twenty or so push-ups -- but I think I'll start attacking the weight-training machines soon. It feels really good to finally be doing what I said I would. Let's see if it lasts...
So: icky day. I just got back from going down to St. Mark's to browse my favorite stores (St. Mark's Sounds and St. Mark's Comics), and while there were plenty of things I could've bought, I just felt too blah to commit to anything. Plus, I hadn't stopped to get any cash, so nothing was burning a hole in my pocket and driving me towards foolishness. I still don't have Kittens And Thee Glitz; Tower had it when I went yesterday, but it was $16.99 and I balked thinking I could find it cheaper. Haven't yet, though I've not been to Virgin.
God, even talking about music is tiring me out. I'm gonna go downstairs and get a Coke, and see if my box of DVDs & video games (N64, baby -- ya mama!) has arrived. If so, I might be on the road to good cheer.
5:01 PM | e-mail |
Holy shit -- two weblogs I contribute(d) to have been nominated for The 2002 Bloggies: U2log.com (For the new category "Best Weblog About Music") and Infoshare (for "Best Temporary Weblog"). Mind you, it's not exactly like I'm the guiding fucking force behind those marvellous sites -- that'd be Prol and Meg, respectively -- but still, it's neat. Go stack the deck.
1:49 PM | e-mail |
1:49 PM | e-mail |
Wednesday, January 23, 2002
Ahem. How did he link to this without me seeing it? Oh my GOD. GO NOW. For yes, ladies and gentlemen: It is The Marmot Anti-Porno Page.
Another cheeky little Marmot. Keen observers will note that it's not crawling down a tube into a man's lubricated arsehole.
4:31 PM | e-mail |
Another cheeky little Marmot. Keen observers will note that it's not crawling down a tube into a man's lubricated arsehole.
4:31 PM | e-mail |
Tuesday, January 22, 2002
I went to the gym tonight, for the first time ever. And boy, do I know I did it.
11:43 PM | e-mail |
11:43 PM | e-mail |
March, eh? Wasn't it February a little while ago? Lazy shit. ;-)
Still, lookin' forward to it.
6:54 PM | e-mail |
Monday, January 21, 2002
Well, fuck that shit. Circuit City didn't ACTUALLY have the CD burner in stock, even though their Amazon buying system said it was "immediately available for pickup." Lots of fucking balls. So I got a refund and now I'm working out other options. When I went to The Wiz yesterday they didn't appear to have any external CD burners whatsoever, but Jeremy was also there yesterday and HE claims they had loads of them. Which is very confusing. So it's still possible that I'll end this day with a CD burner in my hot little hands; but as of now, I think I'm going to be ordering it direct from Iomega and having them ship it to me. Which is so much less fun, but at least I'll fucking get the thing.
1:44 PM | e-mail |
1:44 PM | e-mail |
The Fellowship Of The Ring: The Abridged Script. The Editing Room is easily one of the greatest sites on the Internet.
CHRISTOPHER LEE
Ha! I summon Gaea's Skyfolk, a 2/2 with flying.
IAN MCKELLEN
Hmm. Okay, I'm going to cast a counterspell, which lets me also draw a card. Oh! A Bloodfire Kavu! I summon him.
CHRISTOPHER LEE
You can't do that, you can't summon until your turn, it's still my turn.
IAN MCKELLEN
No it's not! I just did the counterspell!
CHRISTOPHER LEE
That was an instant! God, now I remember why I hate playing with you! Fuck this!
(via After The Floods, though I'm sure I'd've found it eventually)
11:23 AM | e-mail |
CHRISTOPHER LEE
Ha! I summon Gaea's Skyfolk, a 2/2 with flying.
IAN MCKELLEN
Hmm. Okay, I'm going to cast a counterspell, which lets me also draw a card. Oh! A Bloodfire Kavu! I summon him.
CHRISTOPHER LEE
You can't do that, you can't summon until your turn, it's still my turn.
IAN MCKELLEN
No it's not! I just did the counterspell!
CHRISTOPHER LEE
That was an instant! God, now I remember why I hate playing with you! Fuck this!
(via After The Floods, though I'm sure I'd've found it eventually)
11:23 AM | e-mail |
Happy Martin Luther King Jr. Day, everyone. I'd just been thinking a few days ago that we need more holidays like this, that celebrate the people who quietly reach out and change the world for the better. What a man he was... my hat is tipped.
Let's celebrate, eh? Read A Letter From Birmingham Jail, possibly the most perfectly written argumentative essay ever. And of course, there's always those four crazy Irishmen...
10:51 AM | e-mail |
Let's celebrate, eh? Read A Letter From Birmingham Jail, possibly the most perfectly written argumentative essay ever. And of course, there's always those four crazy Irishmen...
10:51 AM | e-mail |
Sunday, January 20, 2002
All right, so I've purchased this one. Let's all hope it works out. I must say, though, a purchase of this magnitude does deplete my finally-tolerable finances (slaving away my winter break actually seemed worthwhile). Last night I'd dropped $65 on a whim at Virgin (Hedwig And The Angry Inch on DVD, The Avalanches' Since I Left You, Radiohead's Pablo Honey, and The Rolling Stones' Exile On Main Street), and I was looking forward to doing that more often. Now I'll have to be a little more careful.
Still, CD-R. Mmmmmmm.
What I'd really wanted to get at Virgin was Kittenz And Thee Glitz by Felix Da Housecat, endorsed by Prol and you-know-who. They had it, but it was an import for $25 and the cover (not the appropriate one) was lame. Plus, I've just learned that it comes out in America on Tuesday. So y'know, what the fuck. I'll be patient.
11:02 PM | e-mail |
Still, CD-R. Mmmmmmm.
What I'd really wanted to get at Virgin was Kittenz And Thee Glitz by Felix Da Housecat, endorsed by Prol and you-know-who. They had it, but it was an import for $25 and the cover (not the appropriate one) was lame. Plus, I've just learned that it comes out in America on Tuesday. So y'know, what the fuck. I'll be patient.
11:02 PM | e-mail |
I am shopping for an external CD-R(W) drive. I have a 300-mHz laptop computer and I think it has USB ports. I'd like to avoid spending much more than $200, and I'd like to not get a piece of crap. Fool's errand? If you have an external CD-R drive, speak to me about it...
8:32 PM | e-mail |
8:32 PM | e-mail |
Once again, Metafilter validates its existence. Scroll down for a little while until you hit the band-name riffing.
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10:50 AM | e-mail |
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Saturday, January 19, 2002
Oh my God, I'm in love. Amongst the books I had to order for my classes this semester: The Norton Anthology Of English Literature, Volume One. It contains The Canterbury Tales, Paradise Lost, Seamus Heaney's translation of Beowulf... in short, half the shit I've been meaning to read for a long, long time. To top it all off, it comes with a CD of selections from the book, including a few clips of Seamus Heaney reading Beowulf on the BBC. Fucking A, dude. I love being a geek.
5:52 PM | e-mail |
5:52 PM | e-mail |
Thursday, January 17, 2002
Every day I find new reasons to hate the music business. But I lust for it anyway. Intriguing article about the Grammys at Salon...
Cable modem back online, BTW. They sent a tech out this morning and were quite courteous. Death threats rescinded.
7:33 PM | e-mail |
Cable modem back online, BTW. They sent a tech out this morning and were quite courteous. Death threats rescinded.
7:33 PM | e-mail |
Wednesday, January 16, 2002
Comcast must die. They left an automated message on my parents' answering machine tonight, letting us know that they were changing the connection protocols and telling us to go to their website for instructions. Which I did. And as it turned out, all the instructions did was carefully undo all of the configurations we'd called tech support to get a couple of months ago when my parents lost access. So now, our cable modem doesn't work. At all. I'm using a dial-up and (Jesus) AOL to type this. So I'm going to call Comcast tonight and give sombody hell over this, but if the site doesn't update until I get back to NYC Saturday afternoon, then you know why.
God fucking damn it.
9:12 PM | e-mail |
God fucking damn it.
9:12 PM | e-mail |
Acquired Situational Narcissism, eh? People I know who intend to be famous: Bookmark this shit.
(via After The Floods)
3:30 PM | e-mail |
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3:30 PM | e-mail |
And lo, you are now required by international law to read Moby's 1/15/01 entry, entitled "Cribs."
You see when I did Cribs I actually hid the big screen tv and went out and rented some books so that I could give the impression of being a sensitive and erudite musician. But after the camera crew left I put the stripper pole back in the corner, popped 'Road Trip' into the dvd player, fried up some pork chops and had a big old maximalist party. Cos that's how I'm livin'. Just keepin' it real in the '02.
11:53 AM | e-mail |
You see when I did Cribs I actually hid the big screen tv and went out and rented some books so that I could give the impression of being a sensitive and erudite musician. But after the camera crew left I put the stripper pole back in the corner, popped 'Road Trip' into the dvd player, fried up some pork chops and had a big old maximalist party. Cos that's how I'm livin'. Just keepin' it real in the '02.
11:53 AM | e-mail |
Tuesday, January 15, 2002
So this afternoon I got an e-mail from David at Devious Bi.
Yes, that's right. David. A guy.
I am such a total cockhole. Apparently some part of my brain simply converted purple background into female. Because I'm a cockhole, you see. Complete and utter cockhole. (What a great fucking word.)
So, sorry again for the confusion, David. I'm gonna leave the entry below unedited, just because this one doesn't make any sense if I don't. Yes. Ahem. Sigh.
Cockhole.
11:06 PM | e-mail |
Yes, that's right. David. A guy.
I am such a total cockhole. Apparently some part of my brain simply converted purple background into female. Because I'm a cockhole, you see. Complete and utter cockhole. (What a great fucking word.)
So, sorry again for the confusion, David. I'm gonna leave the entry below unedited, just because this one doesn't make any sense if I don't. Yes. Ahem. Sigh.
Cockhole.
11:06 PM | e-mail |
I'm farting about right now at Artbomb, the new comics & graphic-novel activism site which I previously badmouthed. My fears seem not entirely baseless. While it incorporates a lot of excellent features that are quite accessible to newbies -- sorting listings by genre and creator, for instance, so you can easily find listings for that "Neil Gaiman" guy your weird Goth friend told you about -- the look of the site is slightly unimpressive (Brian Wood worked on it, and it shows, though his personal site is much more attractive than this. There's too much bold text here, and red and black -- it's too confrontational to be appealling. However, it does have some nice useability features) and there's nothing about it that instantly screams "WE WANT TO HELP YOU TO UNDERSTAND THE COMIC BOOK MEDIUM" -- no "New Reader F.A.Q.," etc. Their writing's good, and their hearts are in the right place, but I just don't see it cracking the wider arena and actually reaching its goal. Here's to proving me wrong, though.
All that said: I still want their t-shirt.
1:48 PM | e-mail |
All that said: I still want their t-shirt.
1:48 PM | e-mail |
Found in my referral logs is Devious Bi. Found at Devious Bi is her first entry of the New Year, in which she carries on a personal tradition of selecting a theme song for the New Year.
There's almost no doubt that my 2001 song was U2's "Elevation." As for this year... I think I shall choose New Order's "Regret":
I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day, that would be a start
I would not complain of my wounded heart
I was upset, you see
Almost all the time
You used to be a stranger
Now you are mine
1:29 PM | e-mail |
There's almost no doubt that my 2001 song was U2's "Elevation." As for this year... I think I shall choose New Order's "Regret":
I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day, that would be a start
I would not complain of my wounded heart
I was upset, you see
Almost all the time
You used to be a stranger
Now you are mine
1:29 PM | e-mail |
The Spider-Man Lego Figure. Holy balls. Of course, he has to have the little snap on top of his head -- you never know when you'll need to put a stupid-looking hat on him...
(via plasticbag)
And dude... check out The Green Goblin! He even comes with a terrified fleeing Mary Jane figurine! How nice it must be to be a twenty-first century child.
12:58 PM | e-mail |
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And dude... check out The Green Goblin! He even comes with a terrified fleeing Mary Jane figurine! How nice it must be to be a twenty-first century child.
12:58 PM | e-mail |
Monday, January 14, 2002
Sunday, January 13, 2002
So this is gonna be the new most popular weblog background color for a while, I suppose...
10:33 PM | e-mail |
10:33 PM | e-mail |
LEGOLAS WAS A FAG! (Oh yeah, and Boromir too.)
Boromir tempted by Ring. So tedious. Cannot be tempted myself, as already have everything I want i.e. perfect hair and a butt like granite. (...) Frodo off to Mordor with Sam. Tiny little men caring about each other, rather cute really.
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This is all the funnier because I finished reading LORD OF THE RINGS today.
7:00 PM | e-mail |
Boromir tempted by Ring. So tedious. Cannot be tempted myself, as already have everything I want i.e. perfect hair and a butt like granite. (...) Frodo off to Mordor with Sam. Tiny little men caring about each other, rather cute really.
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This is all the funnier because I finished reading LORD OF THE RINGS today.
7:00 PM | e-mail |
Cameron Crowe writes about Vanilla Sky.
The title Vanilla Sky comes from a nickname David Aames has given to the painted clouds in an original Monet left to him by his mother. In ways he could never imagine, that sky returns later to help define who he is. The title always felt right for our adaptation. Vanilla Sky is a feeling, a state of mind, a dream of a life that may or may not actually exist. Okay, I just like the way the words sounded.
(via LinkMachineGo)
12:10 PM | e-mail |
The title Vanilla Sky comes from a nickname David Aames has given to the painted clouds in an original Monet left to him by his mother. In ways he could never imagine, that sky returns later to help define who he is. The title always felt right for our adaptation. Vanilla Sky is a feeling, a state of mind, a dream of a life that may or may not actually exist. Okay, I just like the way the words sounded.
(via LinkMachineGo)
12:10 PM | e-mail |
Oh, it was only a matter of time.
11:52 AM | e-mail |
You're outspoken and "out there"- you live life intensely, and dwell on your spiritual side a great deal. You're a natural leader, and you're capable of great things. |
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Friday, January 11, 2002
How To Be An Online Comics Reviewer, Pt. 2.
7. When reviewing books written by Grant Morrison, make sure you use the words "Mad Ideas." Call ANIMAL MAN and DOOM PATROL his "masterpieces." Never review or discuss THE INVISIBLES -- you're probably wrong about your ideas when it comes to what went on in that book, and you don't want someone correcting you because your credibility will plummet. Make jokes about Morrison using drugs.
(Thank you Jack)
5:08 PM | e-mail |
7. When reviewing books written by Grant Morrison, make sure you use the words "Mad Ideas." Call ANIMAL MAN and DOOM PATROL his "masterpieces." Never review or discuss THE INVISIBLES -- you're probably wrong about your ideas when it comes to what went on in that book, and you don't want someone correcting you because your credibility will plummet. Make jokes about Morrison using drugs.
(Thank you Jack)
5:08 PM | e-mail |
Blew another $40 on CDs this afternoon, and made Bernard Sumner a very, very rich man -- Joy Division's Permanent, and New Order's Brotherhood and Technique, as well as David Bowie's Rise And Fall Of Ziggy Stardust.... Cha cha cha. I'm sure the Mediablog will be spattered with my rantings about them later...
4:10 PM | e-mail |
4:10 PM | e-mail |
Like we didn't know this was coming... uproarious laughter at screening of Britney Spears' new film Crossroads. Read the article. It's dire.
4:06 PM | e-mail |
4:06 PM | e-mail |
Thursday, January 10, 2002
So if the top bar wasn't enough for you, Jerwin has started adding porn to his background image, too. Great. It's gotten to the point where I'm afraid to visit his site when anyone else is in the room, for fear that a giant .GIF of a spurting cock will lunge out of the screen at me in 3-D.
He did say I'm sexy, though. So all is forgiven.
10:09 PM | e-mail |
He did say I'm sexy, though. So all is forgiven.
10:09 PM | e-mail |
Has anyone else noticed how frequently I reuse certain key phrases in blog entries that follow each other? It's terrible. It's like my brain's lingual cache doesn't clear frequently enough...
10:00 PM | e-mail |
10:00 PM | e-mail |
The Who to tour North America this summer -- and release an album. Fuckin' A. I'm so there...
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9:20 PM | e-mail |
Rock the fuck out! I can't even tell you how glad I am that I got the one who can act.
Take the Which Kevin Smith Male Are You? test.
(via subinev)
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Wednesday, January 09, 2002
Also: Doves' new record to be a pivotal recording of 2002. In the NME's oh-so-venerable opinion. Of course, their first one was fucking great, so I'm not inclined to doubt...
5:49 PM | e-mail |
5:49 PM | e-mail |
Gorillaz to tour North America. I am so there, just to see how it works. Apparently they play behind a big screen that has cartoons running on it. Wonder if they're crap or not...
And yeah, I'm just posting these even though I can't publish (oh, Blogger overload). Who knows when you'll actually get to read it.
5:42 PM | e-mail |
And yeah, I'm just posting these even though I can't publish (oh, Blogger overload). Who knows when you'll actually get to read it.
5:42 PM | e-mail |
Bring Back Happy Rock! -- The Village Voice reviews the new No Doubt and Smash Mouth albums.
If living in the present means playing Bob Dylan all day and watching CNN all night, I'd rather swap peroxide secrets with Gwen and hit the vintage clothing stores with Steve. Who these days doesn't need to take a holiday, even if it's only in their heads?
I rather like what they're saying -- on a superficial level, just because I'm tired of fucking angst-rock and blind rage, but on a slightly deeper, more analytical level too -- everyone (including many people I know) always conflates Art with Deep And Depressing Meaning. There's art in glee too, you know, and while the above quote sounds a bit superficial by the cold light of day the entire concept bears consideration. Not every great song has to show you the darkness of the human spirit. One of Bono's soundbites for the ATYCLB promo jaunt was (and I'm definitely paraphrasing) "Any idiot with a guitar can do angry. Joy is a whole different matter." The smooth-talking little bastard hit it right on the head.
(via N.Y.L.P.M.)
5:28 PM | e-mail |
If living in the present means playing Bob Dylan all day and watching CNN all night, I'd rather swap peroxide secrets with Gwen and hit the vintage clothing stores with Steve. Who these days doesn't need to take a holiday, even if it's only in their heads?
I rather like what they're saying -- on a superficial level, just because I'm tired of fucking angst-rock and blind rage, but on a slightly deeper, more analytical level too -- everyone (including many people I know) always conflates Art with Deep And Depressing Meaning. There's art in glee too, you know, and while the above quote sounds a bit superficial by the cold light of day the entire concept bears consideration. Not every great song has to show you the darkness of the human spirit. One of Bono's soundbites for the ATYCLB promo jaunt was (and I'm definitely paraphrasing) "Any idiot with a guitar can do angry. Joy is a whole different matter." The smooth-talking little bastard hit it right on the head.
(via N.Y.L.P.M.)
5:28 PM | e-mail |
Tuesday, January 08, 2002
High up on the list of things that please me: CD albums. I love to flip through them -- especially other people's -- and see the music they carry around with them. Some people content themselves with 48. I have two albums that hold 408 CDs total. They're both almost full.
You might think it a horrible thing that the brand-new album I got for Christmas (from my sister) broke on New Year's Eve. But no, it's a great thing. Because trading it in for a new one gave me an excuse to load aaaaalll my CDs back into it (which I'm doing as I type this. Well, not literally, since each activity requires both my hands. But you get the idea; the album's in my lap). I love futzing around with my CDs and my books. I could happily spend my life trapped behind massive ceiling-high piles of them...
Three cheers for the materialistic whore, eh?
7:41 PM | e-mail |
You might think it a horrible thing that the brand-new album I got for Christmas (from my sister) broke on New Year's Eve. But no, it's a great thing. Because trading it in for a new one gave me an excuse to load aaaaalll my CDs back into it (which I'm doing as I type this. Well, not literally, since each activity requires both my hands. But you get the idea; the album's in my lap). I love futzing around with my CDs and my books. I could happily spend my life trapped behind massive ceiling-high piles of them...
Three cheers for the materialistic whore, eh?
7:41 PM | e-mail |
Monday, January 07, 2002
In the Mediablog: The Royal Tenenbaums, Vanilla Sky, and pop music in the movies. It's a fucking epic post, and I think I actually got my point across, too. We'll see.
11:21 PM | e-mail |
11:21 PM | e-mail |
Tonight has been The Night Of A Thousand Mounting Frustrations.
A few friends and I went to see The Royal Tenenbaums (more on that later). We figured we'd go to the 7:30 show. I, who was having dinner with my parents first, got there before them and got my ticket. They got there at 7:31. The show was sold out. Grrr. So I exchanged my ticket for the 10:05 show, and to kill some time we walked the length of downtown to go to a coffee place some of the girls favored. And learned they'd closed at 7. Grrr again. We then decided to have dessert at the really great Thai restuarant across the street. A couple minutes into the meal I realized that some asshole had stuck gum to my chair. Not to the bottom of the chair, mind you. To the front. And now it's stuck to the back of my brand-new pants. GRRR. I spent several minutes extracting tiny, gooey morsels of gum from the blob, and then give up, sticking a napkin over the crud and going about my business. All's well again; we finish our food, walk back down Main Street and go to the bookstore. Then it's time for the movie (worst batch of trailers EVER, by the way; what's with the ridiculous -- and non-dramatic -- product placement in The Mothman Prophecies? If you've seen the trailer, you know what I'm talking about. The audience laughed. And the tagline of The Count Of Monte Cristo -- "Count On Revenge"?!? My GOD. I suggest instead "This summer -- EVERYTHING COUNTS!"). And about five minutes away from the end, I go to scratch my leg. And realize that because I've been sitting cross-legged through most of the film, I have gum stuck to my leg hair in a half-circle around my leg. NNNYYYAAAARGH.
So I just finished performing delicate surgery on my leg with a pair of scissors. I now have a crescent-moon bald spot on my right leg. And to top it all off, it's 1AM and I'm waiting at least half an hour for laundry to finish -- and I have to work from 9AM to 6PM tomorrow.
And to think, today was my day off.
1:05 AM | e-mail |
A few friends and I went to see The Royal Tenenbaums (more on that later). We figured we'd go to the 7:30 show. I, who was having dinner with my parents first, got there before them and got my ticket. They got there at 7:31. The show was sold out. Grrr. So I exchanged my ticket for the 10:05 show, and to kill some time we walked the length of downtown to go to a coffee place some of the girls favored. And learned they'd closed at 7. Grrr again. We then decided to have dessert at the really great Thai restuarant across the street. A couple minutes into the meal I realized that some asshole had stuck gum to my chair. Not to the bottom of the chair, mind you. To the front. And now it's stuck to the back of my brand-new pants. GRRR. I spent several minutes extracting tiny, gooey morsels of gum from the blob, and then give up, sticking a napkin over the crud and going about my business. All's well again; we finish our food, walk back down Main Street and go to the bookstore. Then it's time for the movie (worst batch of trailers EVER, by the way; what's with the ridiculous -- and non-dramatic -- product placement in The Mothman Prophecies? If you've seen the trailer, you know what I'm talking about. The audience laughed. And the tagline of The Count Of Monte Cristo -- "Count On Revenge"?!? My GOD. I suggest instead "This summer -- EVERYTHING COUNTS!"). And about five minutes away from the end, I go to scratch my leg. And realize that because I've been sitting cross-legged through most of the film, I have gum stuck to my leg hair in a half-circle around my leg. NNNYYYAAAARGH.
So I just finished performing delicate surgery on my leg with a pair of scissors. I now have a crescent-moon bald spot on my right leg. And to top it all off, it's 1AM and I'm waiting at least half an hour for laundry to finish -- and I have to work from 9AM to 6PM tomorrow.
And to think, today was my day off.
1:05 AM | e-mail |
Sunday, January 06, 2002
Holy shit. "A Stroke Of Genie-Us": Christina Aguilera's vocals for "Genie In A Bottle" over a backing track based on The Strokes' "Hard To Explain." By Freelance Hellraiser. The UK gets all the funniest shit.
(via Bloody Student)
1:14 PM | e-mail |
(via Bloody Student)
1:14 PM | e-mail |
Saturday, January 05, 2002
The Porn Captioning Project. CLASSY! And yes, you're right: this one is the best.
7:21 PM | e-mail |
7:21 PM | e-mail |
So much to blog! Pretty update for Croon.org (which I'll be writing something for soon, I think). U2 rock the Grammy nominations. Small plane hits local skyscraper.
Interesting day at work... some guy came through my line and returned $800 worth of toddler clothes. Apparently he adopted a boy from the Ukraine and didn't know what size he'd be, so back in October he bought $4000 worth of clothes (!); now he returned the ones he didn't need. He's adopting two more kids in May, so he's holding onto the rest until then. He was such a nice guy; he helped me to sift through the many feet of receipt tape to find the items in question and was really patient and cool. And I think he might've been gay. And I know he was single. And rich. ;-D
6:46 PM | e-mail |
Interesting day at work... some guy came through my line and returned $800 worth of toddler clothes. Apparently he adopted a boy from the Ukraine and didn't know what size he'd be, so back in October he bought $4000 worth of clothes (!); now he returned the ones he didn't need. He's adopting two more kids in May, so he's holding onto the rest until then. He was such a nice guy; he helped me to sift through the many feet of receipt tape to find the items in question and was really patient and cool. And I think he might've been gay. And I know he was single. And rich. ;-D
6:46 PM | e-mail |
Thursday, January 03, 2002
Alright, now the Chris page is updated, with a new bio-thingy. Read it if you want; I honestly don't care. It's probably not for you anyway. ;-)
Quickie explanation of the various changes to the site:
The Mediablog has taken the place of the old bit in the sidebar where I mentioned the books, movies, albums, comics, etc. I'd been consuming. I never updated that because it was a pain in the ass. This is all Blogger-fied, so it's much easier. Now not only will I namecheck the materials in question, you'll also get to know what I thought of them. It's all terribly exciting.
I've implemented the "five random links" code originally pioneered by Dave. It's purty and it makes the sidebar much less cluttered, so I'm all for it. If you don't see your site in there, refresh the page a few times. Or just check the full list.
The whole site's done in CSS; there's not a table to be had. If you're not using a new version of Internet Explorer, you're not seeing it properly. I'm sorry. But I won't compromise my Artistic Vision to your shitty browser. (Alright that's a lie; I won't learn how to program a better site, is what I won't do. Either way, you're gonna have to deal with it...)
There are gonna be some dead links floating around for a couple of days, until I pull my act together and get the whole site brought up to speed. I really do apologize; this is not the way I wanted the redesign to go down, but I got to a point where I figured it's best to just do it and be done instead of waiting and waiting and getting sick of staring at the thing as I revise it every day. Let's throw it in the river and see if it swims, shall we?
11:49 PM | e-mail |
Quickie explanation of the various changes to the site:
The Mediablog has taken the place of the old bit in the sidebar where I mentioned the books, movies, albums, comics, etc. I'd been consuming. I never updated that because it was a pain in the ass. This is all Blogger-fied, so it's much easier. Now not only will I namecheck the materials in question, you'll also get to know what I thought of them. It's all terribly exciting.
I've implemented the "five random links" code originally pioneered by Dave. It's purty and it makes the sidebar much less cluttered, so I'm all for it. If you don't see your site in there, refresh the page a few times. Or just check the full list.
The whole site's done in CSS; there's not a table to be had. If you're not using a new version of Internet Explorer, you're not seeing it properly. I'm sorry. But I won't compromise my Artistic Vision to your shitty browser. (Alright that's a lie; I won't learn how to program a better site, is what I won't do. Either way, you're gonna have to deal with it...)
There are gonna be some dead links floating around for a couple of days, until I pull my act together and get the whole site brought up to speed. I really do apologize; this is not the way I wanted the redesign to go down, but I got to a point where I figured it's best to just do it and be done instead of waiting and waiting and getting sick of staring at the thing as I revise it every day. Let's throw it in the river and see if it swims, shall we?
11:49 PM | e-mail |
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON AROUND HERE?
Yeah, I decided to trot out the new design. Prematurely. It's been a lame day and I needed to feel like I did something, so here you are. It hasn't been applied to the rest of the site yet -- I'll get down to the nitty-gritty of that tonight -- but as of now, the only other updated section is the CDs listing (new URL, too). A full explanation of all the spiffy new features shall come later; right now, I gotta get ready for work. I apologize for utterly sacrificing drama in the name of expediency. But y'know... get over it.
Comments, questions. They shall be addressed at about 10:30 Eastern time tonight. Grrr fuck fuck fuck.
4:18 PM | e-mail |
Yeah, I decided to trot out the new design. Prematurely. It's been a lame day and I needed to feel like I did something, so here you are. It hasn't been applied to the rest of the site yet -- I'll get down to the nitty-gritty of that tonight -- but as of now, the only other updated section is the CDs listing (new URL, too). A full explanation of all the spiffy new features shall come later; right now, I gotta get ready for work. I apologize for utterly sacrificing drama in the name of expediency. But y'know... get over it.
Comments, questions. They shall be addressed at about 10:30 Eastern time tonight. Grrr fuck fuck fuck.
4:18 PM | e-mail |
Wow, what a crappy day.
It's cold and wet and windy and rainy (although the sun is still uncomfortably bright). Perfect day for a movie. I was hoping to see Amelie; but Paul couldn't make the 2:15 show, and I knew I had to work at 5 (which rules out the 5:30 show). So I decided to go it alone. I got in the car and started driving (it takes at least half an hour to get to the theatre that's showing it), but I realized after a few minutes that I'd left too late to make it. So I bought a pound of burger at Checkers instead. Sigh. Please, heart attack, release me from the 5-10 shift.
Oh yes: And my car fucking reeks. I think New Year's was a bit tough on her.
2:35 PM | e-mail |
It's cold and wet and windy and rainy (although the sun is still uncomfortably bright). Perfect day for a movie. I was hoping to see Amelie; but Paul couldn't make the 2:15 show, and I knew I had to work at 5 (which rules out the 5:30 show). So I decided to go it alone. I got in the car and started driving (it takes at least half an hour to get to the theatre that's showing it), but I realized after a few minutes that I'd left too late to make it. So I bought a pound of burger at Checkers instead. Sigh. Please, heart attack, release me from the 5-10 shift.
Oh yes: And my car fucking reeks. I think New Year's was a bit tough on her.
2:35 PM | e-mail |
Wednesday, January 02, 2002
Take the Radiohead Collective Member Test.
Oh good, I'm not one of the four atrociously ugly ones. Though I will say, I don't share his love of the herb.
We won't even TALK about the "God over the opposite sex" thing. Though sometimes I worry that it's true. Not that it's done me a bit of good...
(via After The Floods)
11:35 PM | e-mail |
Oh dear. I think I have a blog crush.
Though as per usual, I have no idea if he's That Way. grrragh.
Damn you, Atlantic Ocean.
1:16 PM | e-mail |
Though as per usual, I have no idea if he's That Way. grrragh.
Damn you, Atlantic Ocean.
1:16 PM | e-mail |
Tuesday, January 01, 2002
So. Last night was, uh, interesting.
On Sunday, I went to Islands Of Adventure (Best. Theme. Park. Ever.) with a few of my friends. Four of us realized that we had no plans for New Year's yet, so we agreed to hang out at my house for a little while. Cool. Simple. I knew I had to work at 9AM the next day anyway; I didn't want to do anything too elaborate.
On the afternoon of New Year's Eve I was talking to another friend, and learned that the party he was planning with his friend wasn't going to go through. So I invited the two of them. Then that snowballed. And before I know what's happening I've got a dozen of my close friends coming over.
Mind you, this is a great thing. I love all the people who came over and I'm unbelievably glad I got to spend New Year's with them. BUT, because the thing developed so suddenly and unpredictably, some people didn't get invited as I was operating to the bitter end under the assumption that this would be a small and dismissable gathering. Apparently, it turned out to not be; and I'm worried that I've hurt a lot of people's feelings because they weren't told to come over.
Of course, the irony is that the party never even really stayed at my house -- at 11:30 we set out for Englewood (the puckered asshole of Florida's west coast) to wreak vicious revenge on the automobile of Ashley, who had savaged our car door handles with Vaseline on her way out from the party earlier (By the way, it is SO on again). We actually passed midnight in my car on US-41 in South Venice. There were a few seconds of shouting and carrying-on, then the generalized atmosphere of absurdity took over again. As it turned out, the house Ashley was at was in the middle of the friggin' jungle, and somebody next door was setting off huge fireworks that lit up the sky. It was like 'Nam. And the worst part is, the mission was a failure. But oh yes: Our vengeance WILL come.
By the way, for those that it will amuse: Remember that bottle we left outside? My mom found it.
But I digress. The point is, it was a weird fucking New Year's, but it was also a great one. My streak is unbroken. Don't worry, I'm sure next year's will be miserable and unenjoyable. I hope that you had a great time however you chose to celebrate; but I doubt that your evening was anywhere near as saturated with urine and bacon fat as mine was. Not that that's any great loss.
6:52 PM | e-mail |
On Sunday, I went to Islands Of Adventure (Best. Theme. Park. Ever.) with a few of my friends. Four of us realized that we had no plans for New Year's yet, so we agreed to hang out at my house for a little while. Cool. Simple. I knew I had to work at 9AM the next day anyway; I didn't want to do anything too elaborate.
On the afternoon of New Year's Eve I was talking to another friend, and learned that the party he was planning with his friend wasn't going to go through. So I invited the two of them. Then that snowballed. And before I know what's happening I've got a dozen of my close friends coming over.
Mind you, this is a great thing. I love all the people who came over and I'm unbelievably glad I got to spend New Year's with them. BUT, because the thing developed so suddenly and unpredictably, some people didn't get invited as I was operating to the bitter end under the assumption that this would be a small and dismissable gathering. Apparently, it turned out to not be; and I'm worried that I've hurt a lot of people's feelings because they weren't told to come over.
Of course, the irony is that the party never even really stayed at my house -- at 11:30 we set out for Englewood (the puckered asshole of Florida's west coast) to wreak vicious revenge on the automobile of Ashley, who had savaged our car door handles with Vaseline on her way out from the party earlier (By the way, it is SO on again). We actually passed midnight in my car on US-41 in South Venice. There were a few seconds of shouting and carrying-on, then the generalized atmosphere of absurdity took over again. As it turned out, the house Ashley was at was in the middle of the friggin' jungle, and somebody next door was setting off huge fireworks that lit up the sky. It was like 'Nam. And the worst part is, the mission was a failure. But oh yes: Our vengeance WILL come.
By the way, for those that it will amuse: Remember that bottle we left outside? My mom found it.
But I digress. The point is, it was a weird fucking New Year's, but it was also a great one. My streak is unbroken. Don't worry, I'm sure next year's will be miserable and unenjoyable. I hope that you had a great time however you chose to celebrate; but I doubt that your evening was anywhere near as saturated with urine and bacon fat as mine was. Not that that's any great loss.
6:52 PM | e-mail |