Year: 2002

Today I am printing html emails. Yes. Printing.

I am a web production artist.

nuff said.

still no new victory shag. Either he’s waiting till Anna gets back in town, or his life is boring, or he’s been run down in the streets by women who just want a piece… I feel like one of those people who watch all the soap operas, and talk about the characters all the time like they’re real people. I wonder if there are other bloggers out there who post about his “exploits”. Maybe I’ll do some searching.

I’m taking a few vacation days. Tomorrow, monday and tuesday. So if there’s less posting, it’s because I’m at home relaxing, or maybe somewhere else partying.

The sci-fi author Jim Munroe’s most recent novel contains various instances of product placement. He decided to send invoices to the companies he wrote about, and even followed up with some pretty damn hilarious “past due” letters. Here’s a couple of my favorite quotes:

“Let me clarify things for you, Steve. I am a science fiction author. This means I invent the future. SF writers wrote about rocketships – we got them. Cell phones – ta da. Tricorders from Star Trek are basically Palm Pilots. ”

“Maybe your accounting department is in the same country as many of your
clothing factories, and this accounts for the delay.”

I’m going to have to pick up one of his novels for sure.

On an unrelated note, dobbs (author of victoryshag–where’s the latest post?) and I have been discussing the nature of blogs vs real-tv. I just now decided in my last post that I think blogs deserve a new literary classification: Non-narrative non-fiction. (perhaps only new to me, I have no idea).

As for my narrative–tonight I get to go see the Flying Karamazov Brothers at the Guthrie!

I’ve got that new(ish) Elvis costello song stuck in my head, except it sounds like this:

Tear off your own thread!
Tear off your own thread!
It’s a blog revolution!!

I don’t know how that happened. I woke up with it.

I have nothing to say, and I am saying it.

I guess I am desperate for content. (I’m working on getting those links up, but I think I may have to re-design for them to work–they’re pushing my right nav-bar out, which makes things look funny with this jurry-rigged template.)

Anyway, here is another conversation ser and I had on friday:

  trophy-boy: how style-sheet-saavy are you?
  databl1p: pretty up “with it” if you know what I’m saying.
  databl1p: shoot..
  trophy-boy: =o
  trophy-boy: apart from just removing text decorations completely, how does one change the “underline” part of a text style?
  trophy-boy: is there a text-decoration-color tag?
  databl1p: interesting… I’m not sure.
  trophy-boy: dot dot dot
  trophy-boy: you are no longer my hero
  databl1p: hold your fucking horses.
  trophy-boy: NOW NOW NOW
  databl1p: the only thing I can think of is giving the paragraph a style with a bottom border … and you can specify the color of that border..
  trophy-boy: kk you are once again my hero
  trophy-boy: you can put the trophy back on your mantle.
  databl1p: my “mantle”?
  databl1p: your “trophy”?
  trophy-boy: your fireplace mantle thingie
  databl1p: my “fire” place?
  trophy-boy: yes
  trophy-boy: where you put your fire
  databl1p: where it’s “hot”!
  trophy-boy: yes, the sun rarely shines there, too.
  databl1p: IN HELL!!!!
  trophy-boy: and you should get the cause of the fire looked at
  databl1p: do you mean the burning sensation, because that didn’t happen until you put your “trophy” on my “mantle”.
  trophy-boy: well there is definitely not a problem with my trophy, if that’s what you’re suggesting
  trophy-boy: maybe you’ve been putting too many trophies on your mantle recently
  databl1p: Maybe your trophy has been on a few too many mantles!!!
  trophy-boy: ridiculous. i always am careful about what mantles my trophy is on
  trophy-boy: it’s not like i run around town putting my trophy on mantles
  databl1p: but do you generally use a doily?
  trophy-boy: i’m not into stuffed animals

Last night, while working on the code for Laura’s impending blog, I heard an obnoxious girl out the window. She was clinging to a boyfriend, posing for a very flustered looking camera man who urged them to stand still for 15 seconds. I assume he needed that to get the right exposure. Today’s VictoryShag was haunting. This guy has got to be a writer of some kind. I meant to emulate at least somewhat his post, but I’ve failed. I’m too in a hurry with this mortgage paperwork I need to get signed by my dad, and taking a “long” lunch.

I have really nothing to do at work anyway. Maybe I’ll write more when I get back.

This is how productive my afternoon has been: http://www.rooney.us/funny/triumph/

Yesterday I took my lunch in the conference room, and taught a coworker to juggle. (Another one bites the dust–she’s leaving in a week or two.) Those who have paid attention know that I work in a pretty office-oriented cultureless-pit. We were fairly successful at sneaking away, and nobody interrupted us but a couple people who already know what was going on. She learned quick, and last night I called up a friend who works at air traffic, and got her some juggling balls. I don’t know why I’m telling this story here, other than to show my bountiful generosity…

People at work have started making fun of me for having so much food on my desk. It used to be candy, but now it’s food. It probably doesn’t help that I usually leave my lunch on my desk after getting it from the fridge (if I remember to put it in the fridge in the first place). Edible items on my desk right now (which do not include lunch):
• Panda Black Licorice
• Honey Wheat Wheatables
• Cheez-its (the big box was on sale!)
• Sun-sweet Tropical Mix (dried fruit)

Notice: The licorice is the only candy! I’m trying to cut back. I’ve also gone vegetarian. I don’t remember if I’ve mentioned that here already.

Today’s victory shag was not especially interesting. Reminiscing about a failed relationship in the form of a letter. I can’t help but think that if I’d written an email like that to an x (and actually, I’ve written plenty), I’d immediately feel like a big sucker, and if I hadn’t sent it right away, I probably wouldn’t.

It’s easy to understand how he feels though. I feel that way every time I read through old emails of past relationships, which I like to do with a frequency I’d rather not admit to.

This is bizarre–I feel I have stumbled upon something big, or rather something mysterious. Mystery always makes things seem bigger than they really are. This is akin, actually, to when I discovered the websites created for the release of the movie AI. They were elaborate, and large… and mysterious.

Basically, I have discovered my first blog that is not a blog: Victoryshag.com. It’s a mailing list really. You have to sign up for it, but then you get a couple of back issues (mine were not particularly striking–but in hindsight, did give some background information) and then the daily email. I guess they are often love letters. But this one was a bizarre description of a strange proposition four women had made to the author of this blog that is not a blog. The four women all want to sleep-with/date the author. How crazy is that? How does a man (Dobbs, if you would believe the “From” in his headers) create such desire? I guess I’ll find out…

Somewhere in the process, (it may be on his website, I can’t remember,) the author claims that there are hundreds of people signed up for this thing, and that only 12 have unsubscribed.. ever. I am obviously intrigued, or I wouldn’t be writing all this. I don’t think I would be as curious if the letters/emails were presented by themselves, but to make things a bit more interesting (interactive!) the author appends a link to the end of each email.. back to his site for corroborating evidence. Today’s batch of links contained JennyJuice.com which I have even seen before, and enjoyed, (as I recall), and who is part of the plot in some way.

Question for further thought: How are blogs like real-tv? And are they appealing in the same way?

on a related note (to the post below):
http://www.geekissues.org/quotes/?top