September 2005 Archives
In his brilliance, Jason has disocvered what is sure to be the most incredible mathematical equation of the 21st century.
g = ga + d2We are currently working on the proof for the theorem, but until that time, I leave you with that, above. We hope to prove it is a fundamental law.
That's all. Just a heavy sigh. Back to work...
UPDATE
Fuck it. They ended up both being $50, so I paid $80 for VIP,. Backstage passed to a catered area. Why? Because I plan on being there till 4AM, that's why GOddammit! I get hungry.
UPDATE
So, here's the two I've narrowed it down to. The "Official" Afterparty at the Civic Center. Or, Paul Van Dyk at 1015. The Civic center gig is $30-$80 literally right across the street from the Loveparade festival. The PVD gig is $50 and, supposedly, all kinds of shit is going down. Promoters pulling his float from the parade to try and generate more funds for the bar, etc...
It comes down to this. Do I go check out the main official dealy for a reasonable price with a shit ton of techo and trance? Or do I see an amazing DJ for $50 where promoters are being seriously greedy? Grrrrr!
I'm listening to the Civic Cenbter's DJ list online right now and fucking loving it. The PVD show, though, is 9AM to 9PM.
Hey all!
Tomorrow is Loveparade down in San Francisco. I recommend you all check it out. If anyone's going, here is a pretty fucking comprehensive list of afterparties. If anyone, going or not, has any suggestions, please, let me know.
I likes the trance and house. The one at the Civic Center seems pretty sweet. I mean, Blank & Jones are rad, but tickets range from $30 to $80. Worth it? Dunno. By the same token, anything involving Ruby Skye is generally guaranteed to rock the fucking party and at $25 with rumors of Crystal Method playing there...
So, those interested, gimme a call tonight on the cell. Wake my ass up, I don't care. Those kinda interested, drive down tomorrow and check it out. The festival itself is only $5. The afterparties are where it gets pricey.
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I wrote what would be the roughly equivalent of a 12-page paper to a friend earlier today via IM. It was poetic and well-written and was basically all about how I'd gotten some bad advice. I was complaining, but at least I was pretentious enough about it to make it look like something else.
I am witty and clever. I think that's redundant or something.
Anyway. Work has been long this week. Tuesday felt like today. Today feels like Monday next week. At least tomorrow's payday.
I'm tired as crap and still at work. I hope my boss comes back, tells me to go home, and hands me a winning lotto ticket, but I'll settle for him telling me to go home.
Let it be known, biographers, that should any of you decided to undertake the grand retelling of my life, I require only that the book be titled The Carnal Fruit of My Loins with a subtitle of your choosing.
Should none of you undertake such a Herculean task, I will write an autobiography of the same titile.
That is all.
Ye know what today be? It be International Talk Like a Pirate Day. If ye must address me, me monkier for the day bein' Capt. Blacksails O'Doom. Ye mistake me fer anyone else, and ye best readdress me, smartly, savvy? Lest I cut ye down, ye filthy bilge rat.
Arrrrrr!
I remember, now, why it's so important for me to get more sleep.
A very brief IM exchange with Izzytart and I about our mutual friend Joshua:
Izzy: That's right. Josh and his quest to never sleep.Me: Josh is a robot sent to earth to show us what life without sleep is like. Kinda like the alien from "The Day the Earth Stood Still" except instead of nuclear disarmament, he's preaching No-Doze.
Izzy: Except honestly? It's not that appealing.
Me: No. Not really. That's why it's taken him 33 years and he still hasn't completed his mission.
We love you, Josh, but sleep, like boobs, is just so much fun when there's more of it.
Behold! So, this is a feeble attempt at trying to be artistic. Perhaps it succeeded. If not, oh well. This picture cracks me up. This was taken the day I shaved the stache off. I shaved everything but the stache, took a picture, then removed the stache. This picture has inspired me to grow the stache back.
This shit cracks me up. If not one else does, at least I find myself amusing.
Now, that doesn't sound like a big deal to most of you, but you have to realize my room is the only place I feel safe. And, in many ways, I feel the condition my room is in is indicative of how my life is going emotionally. So, when there's boxes, some with things in them others with trash in them, just strewn about and clothes all over the place, I don't exactly feel at rest in here.
But now I've cleaned the bitch and organized my closet, too. I'm feeling good about it. Happy times even if it did take me 8 hours to do it. It was well worth it.
Just gotta keep up appearances now. :)
Who ever I talked to tonight, thank you all. I don't know if you can read what's on the internet or if you even know what the internet is. Regardless, thanks. I appreciate your time. I'd like to talk more later if possible.
I couldn't sleep if I wanted to. And I do. I've been trying since 9:00PM. Good Christ someone sign on and talk to me. :)
In the meantime, I'll surf the net occasionally and do some work.
UPDATE: The Postal Service continues to own with a cover of "Against All Odds" that is more than likely better than the original.
I think arguably ever song ever written is about relationships. Except for "Time Warp." Ask Joshua what the fuck that song is about.
Hey! At least I'm still up rambling about music and working rather than playing video games.
I don't know about the rest of you, but I had a pretty decent weekend. Very relaxing in-between bouts of working. That's the benefit of being salaried, people. You can pretty much go home after 2 hours of work and still get paid for 8 hours, but when you don't finish your shit on time, you take it home with you.
It's cool, though. It's a fun project and I enjoy working on it. It was Jason Quinn's birthday and while his initial plans on Sunday fell though, it sounds like he had a good time regardless. For my own reasons I opted to refrain from participating in the festivities. Sorry, guys.
I hung out with Chrys and Shawn, too. Always great to see them. Chrys and I shared small revelations we'd had with each other and I learned a little something. Shawn and I talked about the coolest Security Guard vs Ignorant Drunk Crowd Surfer encounters he'd witnessed. Then we watched movies with sockmonkeys in them. It was fun.
Labor Day was good. Did a whole lot of nothing all day long, played in a company softball game (and did pretty well this time), then dinner with my parents. Good times.
