Bleah
Good morning Room. Good morning Sun. Good morning bllllleeeaahhhhhhh....... I'm not in a particularly good mood. At alls. I feel fine, just not in a particularly personable mood and I've gotta try to sell phones today. No fun at all. Later I think people are coming over for a little cookout, which is cool, but... bleah. I don't wanna see anyone today, at all. I just wanna stay in my room like I was Batman in the Batcave watching Batporn... .... or something. Actually, I'd be watching Bat-24 like an addict. Then I'd probably play Civ 4. But whatever. I'm sure Batman is a pornfiend, so, you know, I'd be watching 24 like he'd be watching Batporn.
-Jon
Subliminable
I'm off to work now, but I'm performing an experiment on myself. I'm subjecting myself to a subliminal message every 17 seconds on my computer. Things like, "Eat Healful Food" and "Go for a Walk." I'm gonna see if I can subliminally mess with myself. We'll see if it works. (I also have "Go to the Bathroom" to see if I can become even more regular...)
-Jon
HA!
This just seems like the kind of thing that I'd like to do... you know, just cuz.
-Jon
"That's a Nice Afro…"
Holy. Freaking. Cow... ... I haven't been this blown away from a concert since I saw Maceo Parker. And before that Robert Bradley's Blackwater Surprise. But, seriously. Wynton Marsalis and the Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra are, absolutely, beyond words. For the majority of the concert, Wynton held himself in check, and basically chilled with the band, which was mind-F*ingly good. Everyone, every player, were absolute masters of their crafts. I heard a clarinet do a 2 octave slide. No, not a slured run, a slide, as though it were a trombone just sliding up... like a violin or other non-fretted string instrument sliding up. I heard the clarinet do that tonight. I pooped my pants, but only just a little.
Then, for the encore, Wynton came out with four other players (interestingly enough, only three of the four were expected, the fourth kinda... just... whoopsed himself on stage... it was great)... and he played. No talk (which he did the rest of the show, and it was funny, poignant, smart and did I mention funny?), just play. And my. Good. Lord. In. Heaven. It was transcendent. He did things on the trumpet that made his band member (that whoopsed himself on stage) look on with disbelief. It was unbelievable . Go see them play. Whenever, wherever. GO GO GO!
-Jon
Quoteable
"The intermediate stage between socialism and capitalism is alcoholism." - Norman Brenner
Backup
I just backed up the posts from this site because... well... I almost lost them all once and I don't want to have that kind of panic attack again. Sounds silly? Check the archives homey. I've had this site up and running for the better part of
-Jon
Wondering
I'm curious, exactly, what was done to my lappy. It was sent away to the hospital to be either a) repaired or b) shot like a lame horse. Option B was more my fears. Anyways, it was sent back already. It only got sent out last Thursday, and I'm not sure what they might have done to it. I'm afraid that all they did was do exactly what I did before and see that it fixed the problem. But when I did it (oh, and I reinstalled OS X) it was only a temporary fix. Which sucks balls. Because I'm going to have to get them to fix it again in a while, and eventually I'm going to get mad.
I hope I get it back today. I miss it.
-Jon
This is what you do…
When you're young, bored and geeky (and in my generation) you tend to learn about HTML and the web. Sometimes you would have a chemistry set and you'd build things like... I don't know, fireworks... but mostly you'd play with the web. .. ... because it won't blow up and take out an eye. And parents have become increasingly anal about putting thier children in harms way. Or in an arms way. Or in dirt. Or sand. Or outside a very sterile hermetically sealed environment with nothing but the Teletubbies and Elmo to keep them company denying them all human contact for fear that someone somewhere will say something wrong and will destroy said child's delicate sensibilities. ... ... ... or something.
So, I learned the web. Sorta. And I learned computers sorta. I learned all sorts of things sorta, and now I can do all sorts of things that cause a few well timed, "How did you learn this?" questions (from two people in the last week or so). Well, I'll tell you: I didn't go out much in highschool. How do I know the keyboard shortcuts in Windows? I lived in Windows for years. How do I know the keyboard shortcuts on the Mac? Well. They're essentially the same, and that's where MS stole the keyboard shortcuts in the first place.
I desperately want to redesign my page. It's time. My page makes me sad. Like a puppy. When it poops and doesn't understand why.
Motivation number "B" why I want to do a redesign (reason letter 1 was the "DL" tag if you'll remember to last weeks lesson)? I saw a Livejournal that didn't make me want to throw-up. Well, at least imediately... ... but that's saying something. To look directly at a LJ and not throw up a little in my mouth is a huge step forward. They're all so boxy, and sqare, and the old templates were so... ... ... aight, getting sick to my stomach just thinking about them. I gotta stop. I'm going to bed.
-Jon
Morning.
I got up at 6:30 today. That's a.m. as opposed to the after noon that I've done more than once this week. Now, this is a really weird thing for me for a few reasons, firstly: 6:30 wasn't as painful as I expected. I hit my snooze less times than I usuallyi do when I get up at nine. Also, sleeping in past noon, which used to be an 8 times a week activity for me, has happened less than three times in the last 9 months. Which I just realized and now am wondering where my wonderful wonderful youth has gone and if I can get it back. Oops, gotta get to work for a meeting.. ... ... yeah... my youth just died.
-Jon
Sweet, Like Heroin
I'm typing on a keyboard, a full sized, non-illuminated from the bottom, honest to god keyboard, and I swear it's like using heroin for the first time. .. ... or I would, if I'd ever used heroin the first time... by the time I realized what happened it was more like the fourth time. Ahe the rest of the 80s were a blur. But I digress.
That was me trying to make the best of the fact that I just handed my precious precious lappy (Trillian) off to a DHL driver who probably makes less than I paid for in a month. No, really. I don't even make what I paid for it in a month... and with it's contents... it's priceless. But, alas, when the damn thing wont boot, sound wont play when it does, and I have this hideous pattern of horizontal lines that follow my mouse around like a shadow, it's time to say, "FIX THIS THING!!! PLEASE!!!!" And they will. Or I will slay them.
Also: I just took a look at a website, and -- as I do from time to time -- I looked at the source code. And I found out about the "DL" tag. The Definition List tag. The tag that has inspired me to redo the entirety of my website sometime in the next 47 weeks. But by the end of December of this year. .. ... Which marks two things that I've now pledged on doing this year of our lord two thousand, zero hundred, zero tens and seven. The other, of course, is to record an album.
The album will come, but it may be a bit in the making, becase to make it I'm going to learn how to use Garageband well enough to actually, like... record an album. Which is far beyond my current abilities in the program currently which involve things like saying "Hey! Look! A MENU!!!" Which is less than helpful when trying to record an album.
I am not, at this point, pledging to maintiain this website in any meaningful way for a bit... eventually, yes. Right now, no. Soon I will ask your patience and guidance and love... for now, courage.
-Jon