Mother. Of. Crap.
Dunno about the title... just seemed to fit somehow... but I'm not sure how because I got distracted after I wrote it and forgot how I was going to open this post up... ... oh, maybe it was that my toe's been throbbing all day and it might have something to do with the fact that it looks like it's been bleeding under the nail since this morning... that might have something to do with it. Perhaps also that I just cleaned up dog poo, and pee, after I stepped in it and dealt with less than the most helpful pharmacist in the world (as if there's such a thing as a helpful pharmacist... ... ... actually, there is. I'm just mad. Keep dem pharmaceuticals coming ladies and gents, papa needs his heart not to a'splode).
Right now I'm missing being in Mexico. I got some Pacifico beer, which is like Carona if it was something that Mexicans drank and was good, and damned if it doesn't make me miss the mind altering humidity and skin searing sun. Only, I really did mean those both in a good way. I guess it's a good thing I'm going there on my honeymoon, eh? I also miss using a desktop computer. Really, really miss a desktop computer. I miss having a keyboard on my lap and a screen on my desk. I want a new one, like woah. I'm probably going to get one soon, I will have to devise a secret hiding place in my room I can squirrel away money in my room... someplace secret. Someplace safe... ... mostly from me. And my desire for lunch.
-Jon
Wow…
It doesn't take much to be internet-brilliant. Really, all you have to do is remove the titular character from a comic and post it for the world to see. But I'll be damned if it isn't absolutely awesome.
-Jon
Paranoid Much?
Seriously, sometimes people don't believe me when I say that I'm uptight and worry a lot. I don't get it. Of course, they're never inside my head, and that would explain a whole lot, but... let's just throw out an example. This example comes at the end of what was a really, really nice day with a minor *cough* caveat. Hung out with the fiancé, Panera in the morning for breakfast, then to Target, then driving around looking at houses... because we've been talking about the possibility of buying one long enough that it's time to actually, you know, see what's out there. So we're driving around, checking them out by randomly turning down streets and casing neighborhoods for open houses and info-sheets when, right in the middle of the Westnedge Hill neighborhood, my car dies. No warning, no lights, no alarms, no "clunkity-clunkity," just... nothing. Then it doesn't start up. So I'm freaked, we push it off to the side of the road, and finally get it up and running again after a few minutes. Head down to Burdick, get about 60 seconds into the drive and, whoops... dead again. Literally coast down a hill and into a gas station with my emergency lights on, no breaks and no mechanical help with the breaks... less than the safest thing I've done this week. 10 minutes later the car starts up again. While she's getting a snack inside. I immediately stop it, and say a silent little prayer to the god of cars. She get's back and we start it up again and get to the shop. JoJo comes and gives us a ride back home because that's how cool she is, and we go back out and keep looking at houses. Anyways, none of that has anything to do with why I'm writing right now. I'm actually not freaking out (completely) about any of that stuff (buying house, car, whatever). What I'm freaked about is the noise I just heard.
Lying in bed with my elephant mask on and I hear a *thump.* I try not to think about it, but it sounded like it might have come from downstairs, so I decide to check around down there. And guess what? The back door was unlocked. And now I can't sleep. .. ... .... and everything I hear is a person in my house. And I'm a paranoid nutcase. Which, really, works for me.
-Jon
Holy Mother of All that's Holy
I don't know if this is going to be good or bad, but my good sweet mother of lord do I want to see it. As the writer puts it, "And Ralph Macchio plays a mob boss who fights vampires. That's really all I need to know. I'll watch this movie."
-Jon
Well, Wonders Never Cease…
So, my desktop computer (which is roughly 49 - 56 is dog years) stopped working last week. Which made me cry because I had just gotten it working again, and I was going to start moving stuff to the NewFangled NETwORK Storage(TM)... then, I decided to try using it again today and what do you know? It worked. Booted up like a dream (a very loud dream, but a dream none the less). So, what does that mean? I get to start trying to move stuff to Network Storage again. This time with more Kool-Aid. Which means nothing. I don't know why I just said that. It barely even makes sense... ... no, it doesn't make sense... it's barely English. Ok. Bed now. Right now.
-Jon
Rolls and Ruts
I'd been on a pretty good roll of keeping something posted on here most every day for a while. Then I failed. Fell off the wagon... whatever. There are many things that seem to have fallen into that category. Things I used to do a lot. Video games, the bar, playing music, writing, whatever. Seems that life has taken priority to being creative and playing video games. That's something that I would like to change, however.
I read about a columnist for some newspaper that is going to go screenless one night a week, every week for a whole year. Screenless being no movies, tvs, cell phones, computers, pagers, or anything else with a screen. Taking that time to instead read, or write (on paper) or spend time with friends and family. I like that idea, and while I'll probably not be able to get myself to that level of screen abstention I'm gonna try, every once in a while, to spend more time for my friends and family (and dog), and less time for work and sleep. Because, I'll always be able to find more work or sleep later, right?
-Jon
RoboCop
So, I'm watching RoboCop today and I realize there is a serious, serious, flaw in this movie. RoboCop comes onto the scene and people don't get it... he's weird. He's different. He's completely bulletproof. How long will it take for people in these movies to realize that if you're not packing one of the particular guns that happen to be effective on RoboCop you might as well just run away?
Ok... so, onto RoboCop 2. There is absolutely no preamble to this movie. It jumps right in and never bothers to waste time with a plot. Which seems perfect for this movie. I love the complete lack of thought you need to watch Orion movies from the 80s. RoboCop, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles... Terminator... ... well. Terminator was actually pretty damned good, but the others... you know... there's just something about watching a movie that you know will make you dumber. It's just so much fun. ... .... .... That's probably just the 80's in me talking, but I still enjoy it.
-Jon
Johnny…
There aren't that many good movies ON Demand. Which is fine... because I can find things like Hackers and Johnny Mnemonic. Which is awesome, because I named my new NFS Mnemosyne. Because it fit... Anyways, I'm thinking about the movie and there are a few things that I'd like to say about it, first off... It's not a bad movie... It's a terrible, awful, nothing good about it movie (except maybe the inevitable, "Woah..."). There are a few things that set it into the bad category. I'll make you a list:
- Henry Rollins as a cyber geek and not as the musclebound headcase he really is.
- That creepy guy who played Ron Camp in Ace Ventura
- Ice-T who's portrayal of J-Bone (Seriously... Ice-T as J-Bone? Am I the only one that thinks that's just silly?) makes his Mean Guns performance look Oscar worthy.
- The cyber enhanced dolphin. .. ... I'm going to say that again: The cyber enhanced dolphin
But, of all the things in the movie that put it in the bad category, I truly believe that it's Dolph Lundgren's turn as "The Street Preacher" that puts it right back into the "My God this is AWESOME" category.
-Jon
P.S. It's also possible that the abundance of throwing knives, bow and arrows, and crossbows has something to do with the awesome factor.
Geek Cred…
My Geek Cred is going up. Perhaps it's because I have a +20 GEEKCRED Network Storage Link... ... wow. I out geeked the Comic Book Guy there... wow. Anyways... I have to wait for about an hour for a file transfer to finish before I can verify, but I think I have the NSLU2 auto-mounting... which means as far as the computer behaves it's just part of the file system. Which... lord. It's making me kinda hot. Really.
Anyways, next up is turning the Slug into my BitTorrent client. I also have to learn how to play Nethack. Why? Because I have it loaded on the Slug. Why do I have it on the Slug? Really.. do you have to ask?
-Jon
Best. Game. Ever!!
This is the best game ever. Seriously. I don't care what they're saying (though I'm curious), but my favorite part is, probably, the noise grandma makes when her house falls on her. Seriously, you have to try this out.
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