No Fear
I am a pretty dull and uninteresting person... I may have my moments, but all-in-all, I average out to fair squareness, really, and don't try to debate me on it. But i have had the privilege of meeting and knowing so many cool people, and have thus occasionally brushed with their greatness. People so creative and unique that there's no way they could ever blend in with the crowd - no way the art of their life could ever go unexpressed.
My neighbor Indian Larry was one of these masters. He and i never got to interact very much over the couple years that I've lived next to him (his pomeranian 'Velvet Underpants' wants my blood - so the majority of our conversations were snatches of amused dialogue in our foyer while he'd be reeling Pants in by the leash and i'd be guarding my ankles).
But Larry was the sort of person whose authentic, innate coolness registered with you, even if you never spoke. And you'd walk away feeling a little braver, maybe, about expressing your own individuality.
Tressed Out
88 percent humidity wouldn't be all that big a deal, if my hair just frizzed and fro'd, rather than doing this gorgon medusa snake thing:
Screw Amazon Wishlists
If you really loved me, you'd get me these.
About a GUI
On phone @ werk -
Pwylla: ...so the tool's interface needs to be simple, or they'll never use it. At the same time, it must look nice - we do want something that's fetching, and not too complicated. Most of-
Coworker: Hold on... Did you just say you want something that's 'fetching'?
Pwylla: Heh, I guess I did. I meant 'attractive'..
Coworker: I just wanted to be sure.
Pwylla: I'm from the South.
Need 2 Vacate
I can already tell that my people tolerance is very low today. I think i need a vacation. Not even a special type vacation with frills, like a beach or the mountains somewhere - just simple time away - some mental 'f*ck it' space.
Absolutes
I don't know if this is a rule or a series of complex exceptions, but every opera singer i have ever met (= a pool of about 5) is a shithead/asshole/c*nt.
Look, you're no better than an out of work actor/actress. Whether you can sing in italian or french, or not. So there. Bite my libretto.
Even Steven
Yesterday somewhere i lost my metrocard. It had around 40 dollas credit on it. And no, MTA does not care, advising that you "treat your metrocard as you would cash". In truth i am actually surprised that in six yrs this is the first time i've lost a charged up metrocard - in fact, i have probably lost more cash on the streets of new york than metrocard credit. So, really, itz a good thing that i don't treat my metrocards like cash.
Anyway, it was a really crappy time to lose the metrocard. Near the end of the month i am always walking the red line with the budget here (but thatz another story). So, this morning i went to ATM some of whatz left of my meager discretionary funds... and wonder of wonders, the machine somehow spit out 80 bux when i asked for 40.
I doublechecked the receipt. It said -40.00. I stared at the four 20s in my hand. And yes, there were four...
So, is there an ethical dilemma here or not?
Again, with the Punctuation
IM with boss:
Pwylla: whatz up with the RFP on that process project?
BossMan: i emailed the client the other day. no reply. i'll call him next.
BossMan: did you know that jim mcgreevy is gay?
Pwylla: NO! REALLY?!?
Pwylla: :-P
BossMan: yes, it's true. he's really happy.
BossMan: how are things w/(other client)?
Pwylla: we are moving forward :-)
BossMan: sounds good. what do you need from me over the next couple of days?
Pwylla: nothing right now...
BossMan: did you know that jim mcgreevy is gay?
Pwylla: NO! REALLY?!?
BossMan: yes...it's true. who'd a thunk it?
Pwylla: with his anti-gay marriage stance, not i
BossMan: (he'll burn in hell, you know)
Pwylla: thatz what i hear
BossMan: firey pits etc
Pwylla: yep, watch out, he'll recruit you with his homosexual agenda
BossMan: i've been giving it some thought. they seem so happy. and well dressed.
Pwylla: and you should see how well decorated their apartments are! tres swank.
BossMan: i'm still in the geranimals phase
Pwylla: heh, man i miss geranimals
Pwylla: they should have them for business clothes
Pwylla: but, true, not the height of coutre, the geranimal line.
BossMan: parlez vous francais?
Pwylla: non
BossMan: merde!
BossMan: je suis fatigue
Pwylla: you are tired
BossMan: hey! tu ne parle pas le francais!
Pwylla: je ne parle
BossMan: you don't speak?
Pwylla: but i got years of study on latin roots, and i can guess pretty good when itz in writing
BossMan: unless punctuation counts. then you suck.
Pwylla: what does it count? are there points for punctuation? damn! i better start using it?!?! i didn't know i was losing points.
BossMan: it's the insecure apostrope. you have no respect for the apostrophe.
Pwylla: true. mostly b/c it acts as a proxy for missing letters, letters that are elided
Pwylla: i mean, it doesnt deserve respect - itz a frikkin stand-in
Protocols
So i finally got file sharing to work on my XP Pro/Home network. But not before first breaking my network, and having to reset the router twice, rename things several times, ping and ipconfig incessantly, and reconfigure firewalls.
I got nothing else done, at all really. None of the piles of work due by 9am, nor any of the reading i had planned, not to mention any housework - i didn't even send out my laundry. I have been attired in nothing more than a sarong and panties, all day... That won't work for work tomorrow...
Yet, how can it be sarong, when it feels so right?
Hate the Game, Don't Hate the Playa
W000t! l33t hax0r-alert! Me + internet + bootable cd image file + Nero + blank CD & a lot of reading of forums and boards = reset NT admin pass and unlocked Toshiba. I gotta admit, at this moment, i feel pretty damn impressed with myself.
Itz a dangerous werld, really, when i know how to get into BIOS. And when i know enough about registry keys to trephine the demons.
Watch out. Next i will move onto scripting.
Loyalty Rewards
OK, babee, 40 more cents and my sell order dumps my cache at twice what they were when we debuted. I'd hold out for more, but damn, i gots to pay the cleaning lady and various high interest rate lending institutions. On top of that, shit, theyz all profit, really, if you overlook my 4 yrs of below market pay with no bonuses.
Yay. Loyalty. Hell, i get exactly what i give. SELL! SELL!
Self Policing Pussy
I guess i am somewhat sensitive to the latest TERROR warnings, dredgin up (historical?) evidence of Al Queada casing NYC institutions and such...
I took this pic last week, and almost titled it "Target" before i thought better. And moments afterwrds i was about to line up the NYSE building in my phonecam site, but then thought better of it when i realized i was being closely monitored by no less than a dozen different security personnel, police, and military (nat guard)... with body armor... and.. dogs...
Today i thought about taking a shot of the Grand Central Station main gallery with the clock at rush hour. Same scenario. I passed.
Still, itz not like photos and info on these items (and more) aren't available already.
I just haven't figured confrontation with cops and dogs into my daily commute. Do i have time to explore the boundaries of and possibly have to defend my rights?
Shit, i barely have time to blog.
And I Pay 4 This
I have had to download and install something like THIRTYSIX critical XP OS updates over the last two years, exceeding a total of 150MBs. And after nearly every update weird ass shit happens to my computers.
Results of M$ updates recently pissing me off:
- The illicit creation of damn "ASP.NET Machine A..." user accounts (yes i have read that this is so that ASP.NET doesn't get Admin account privileges, but damn, it still CREEPS me out)
- Frikked up Zero Wireless Configuration that keeps my 802.11b card from keeping hold of a damn signal for more than two minutes
- Automatic firewalling of internet connection sharing that requires deep knowledge of Kabbalah or some shit to create network or peer-to-peer exceptions
- Resetting of XP Pro computers to their original Administrator login accounts when you try to join a workgroup, thus effectively:
- Trashing file-sharing on my home network
- Locking me out of the leased Toshiba laptop (as i DON'T have the orginal Admin password from set-up, duh)
Trivia You Never Know You Might Need
Who'dathunkit? Evidently, if you take mass amounts of Ibuprofin in conjunction with lots of coffee, no food and little sleep, you can get really painful hives and have difficulty breathing. So anyway, burning welts aside. You learn something new everyday.
Another factum to file away, learned from interpol crime documentary on daytime TV: there's a statute of limitations on murder in Thailand. Even after 5 bodies.
War is the New Peace
Despite the fact that i have to get my ass out of bed at 5:30a tomorrow, i am thanking my lucky stars that i don't have to go anywhere near or commute through the west side of the city very much ever.
Oh but look, they've raised us to orange. I guess that means i better refill the Brita. Well, who knows. Even animals are picking up some crazy getmethefuckout vibes.
Still, don't call me cynical, when this is the first thing that comes to mind.
Nobody Ever Dies from a Belly Wound
Even with cramps so bad that i dreamed i got shot in the gut last nite, woke at 4:30am and had to down 3K mgs Ibu and 3 glasses H2O, curl up into a fetal position hugging the hot water bottle for at least an hour before fading off into a blissful muscle relaxed haze....
something about this product seems really unnatural and likely to lead to trouble.