The week before school started all these transfer students and freshman thought that we were cool and they would come over and they were dumb and they thought we were the cool guys on campus but they were wrong and it was funny. But we got written up and nobody I don’t know has been over since. There are a lot of really stupid people at this school.
Work and creativity do not mix.
The summer before last I developed one of the worst work ethics known to man.
This computer needs to be restarted after about 10 minutes of flash work.
Nobody is going to use said flash work, and if they do it is written like shit anyway.
One time, for about a week I was doing some interesting stuff. Coding, problem solving, etc.
I’m really, really, really sick of copying and pasting.
If I had known that the first tutorial I was coding that had 35 frames would be followed by another 2000 frames in other ones I probably would have coded it a lot differently.
I’ve gotten into a really bad habit of hitting snooze over and over again in the morning. I don’t get any more rest. I’m going to try not to do that tomorrow.
I really have been a bastard about updating this shit lately. Ah well.
I’ve decided our house needs more shag carpets. Ebay has some but the shipping is outrageous.
I’m ditching my first class of the year right now. I need to look up whether or not attendance counts. Keep in mind that this is a CS class and I’ve already gone to more in a row than probably any other cs class I’ve taken here. I’m learning so much. Basically everything you really, really learn here is what you buckle down and decide to know. Believe me you don’t have to know anything to get a degree. And frankly I’m just not that interested in writing operating systems. Someone else (like Linus Torvalds) is going to do that for me.
Some kind of new stuff: http://pehouse.net. The really impressive stuff is the backend that Clint did. It’s all database driven and whatnot. Dig the php driven dhtml. Fuck an old browser. Now that I’m looking at it the site does need a bit of css there. Blah, nerd talk.
But speaking of web design, thinking about the shit I’ve designed, it’s basically all free design to give people a ‘web presence.’ A bunch of self-serving shit in my opinion. I mean look at the PE House site. Would the world be very different if it weren’t there other than Clint and I saying we made it and the members of the PE House being able to say that we have a pretty bad ass site? I doubt it. So if you know of any good cause, non-profit organizations that need some sort of web presence (not so much a full site as a page, or maybe a site, whatever) let me know. I want to do some free design for something that matters for once.
Fuck crushes. Let’s not get into it.
The ftp is back up at 140.192.183.42 port 6663. If you have the old login and password, that still works, but I would prefer if you emailed me with a login name that you want and I’ll give you a password. I just like to keep track of this stuff. I’m working on a list of albums I want and maybe a how to rip VBR mp3s. If there’s a demand I’ll finish it. You leeches.
I’m running low on space anyway. Only like 30 gigs left.
This girl on saturday told me I smell like sex. I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad smell. But it wasn’t a pickup line. I figured that out.
I love Joe and Brooke. Just thought I would publicly clarify.
I bet this post is very uninteresting for a non-nerd who doesn’t know me at all.
Phil Spector rules. The Ronettes are amazing. Get Be My Baby by them if you have a p2p thingy. It’s all good though.
The reason I bring this up is I just got the Phil Spector box set. And it rules. I’m getting into box sets lately. I also got the Byrds, Beat Happening and the Sugar Hill Records Story is on it’s way. And the Kubrick Collection for the box set of movies. Hmm, I’m probably out of money, I should check that out.
One report on 70’s experimental german music coming up for rock and roll class. If anyone has any articles on the subject, please email me.
I’m starting to turn into either a cartoon character or a super hero.
So I was looking at my favorite shirt and thinking, why is this my favorite shirt. Is it because it has shiny buttons? No.. Western? No.. Then I figured it out. It only has primary colors on it.
So now I’m trying to wear only primary colors. Black and white is ok too. And as for pants I think I can do without red, blue or yellow pants. But I should get a Dignan style Yellow jumpsuit somewhere maybe.
Sometimes I don’t like people.
When I’m happy I know I’m biding my time.
I haven’t really talked to anyone in a long time.
I don’t sway the conversations toward mundane subjects they just go there.
I figured girls out too. They do whatever they want.
The Rolling Stones are the best band ever that is liked by the most lame asses. You should probably still have everything by them anyway.
I’ve lost the last 5-6 attempts to post.
I’m not even posting now because I feel like it. I just think I ought to.
I guess I really should be taking a walk.
The outline for my Rock and Roll class is missing the following musicians just off the top of my head: the Zombies, Love, the Byrds, the MC5, the Stooges, Kraftwerk, the Clash, Buzzcocks and anything good post-1983. These are pretty serious transgressions in my opinion. It’s basically looking to be a history of rock music that went platinum. The book definitely also calls whatever Nirvana, Mudhoney and Soundgarden were ‘alternative’. Haha.
In reference to this post, I guess clarification is needed. It’s probably not about you. If it is about you it doesn’t even apply anymore. I was very crabby about being awakened by people who had been at my house for the past 72 hours who didn’t live there. I was also hungover. I felt like my hospitality was being used. That’s all. Like I said, probably not about you.
Fucking deadlines are given for next week the day before classes start. That is fucking great. Fuck this, I’m not dropping another class for a stupid fucking job, and I’m definitely not getting this shit done by the deadline. Naw stressin.
I need to write some music. Haven’t in a while.