blog for blog’s sake
My friend Jason has registered a domain name, and thinks he’s going to be a porn barron.
It wouldn’t be so bad if he just wanted me to appear on the site, it’d be almost flattering even. But he has to mention the fact that he finds my brothers attractive. *shudder*
There really aught to be a law.
songs recently aquired from Gnutella:
Otis Redding: I can’t get no Satisfaction
Devo: I can’t get no Satisfaction
Ben Folds Five: Brick (Acoustic)
Superdrag: Who sucked out the Feeling
Tattle Tale: Glass Vase Cello Case
The last is from the movie “But I’m a Cheerleader”. The soundtrack was apparently never released, but if you look hard enough, there has been some clammor for it. I’m hoping to download the entire Tattle Tale album, because it’s rare, (or at least hard to find). The song is awesome, and I’ve put it on repeat. (Otis Redding is awesome too.)
What’s up? My roomate and I (flatmate heh.) are looking for a house. I’m not at all certain of my financial future, but I figure, if I’m pumping money into something to the tune of half my paycheck (right now it’s like a fourth, but if I were to buy a house, it’d be like half), it might as well be something saleable in the future.
What else? There are a couple of short articles in the new issue of wired about blogs. It’s crazy really, people thinking this will take over for traditional news. Who exactly (of those blogging) has time to do anywhere near the amount of research traditional print magazines put into their articles–for a blog? I’m not saying nobody does, but certainly not me, and certainly not in the numbers that would be needed to take away from traditional news-venue readership.
Anyway, the “wanna bet” thing bugged me. Nisenholtz just sounded like we’re going to have more opinion columns in Time Digital, which would (in my opinion) be abysmal. Blogs, for me, are not a news source. Unless you count “finding cool new interenet sites” a newsworthy item–which I do, but which many people would not. Anyway, for me they’re more like reading a non-fiction book or something. It’s fascinating how much poetry we can find in people’s everyday lives.
UPDATE: Mozilla seems to have some issue today with refreshing the bottom blogger frame. I had to resort to Exploder to post this entry.
On my screen I can count over eight visible places I could be entering text. Watch the blinking cursor. Keep track of window order. onFocus. onClick. onLoad. onLook. onSweat. onWrite.
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Depth of frames.
render template
upchuck doctype
crosseyed browser compatibility
nslookup dictionary.com
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I haven’t been paying attention to this whole blog thing this week. And why haven’t I been able to find a decent archive of April Fools day site modifications. Everyone does it… change their site just for april 1. I particularly liked GameFAQ branding themselves GameFaX, and covering only X-box titles. I should have looked for more of them, but didn’t even think of it until today because I was too busy playing Dynasty Warriors3 in a snowstorm.
Amelie may very well be the best movie I’ve ever seen. I want to see it again–soon. I was amazed by this film over and over again. The poetry was exhilarating, and the cinematography extraordinary. I don’t know what else to say.
Oh yeah, I meant to post this pic of me in my new office earlier this week, but I forgot:
you too can be a Cyberlovah.
things I want to get this weekend:
a get-well card for my grandmother, who slipped and fell, breaking a finger or other bone in her hand…
an oil change for my poor neglected car.
easter candy on sale at target.
A shaver for my scalp. (also, probably, from target)
I know there was more, but I can’t remember. Today is another boring addition to my existence in Plymouth, MN. I’m considering writing a novel while at work. I could just write a sentence or two in between every menial task I perform, and I’m sure a few weeks later I’d have hundreds of pages.
Henry’s Diary is one of the coolest things I’ve ever read. Maybe I’m getting soft in my old age.
Last night Laura and I found Ocean’s Eleven on DVD (the old one) at Target, so we bought it for Jason, then watched it. It was ok. nothing too special, but certainly not bad. Jason lied though–both Sammy Davis Jr. and Dean Martin sing in it.
I’m trying to decide if I should go to unicycling tonight, even though laura probably isn’t going to go, and I’m suppoise to hang out with Travis. (he wanted to go, but he’s not home…)
OK, now he’s home, and we’re going to go.
a week in this hell-of-an-office.
an email list that was formerly limmited pretty much to porn and dirty jokes has now been the main avenue for discussion of this news. None of us even have real details on this thing, but we all have opinions!
Chris–one of my favorite coworkers–has posted several cries for peace, including the full lyrics to “you are my sunshine”… Isn’t internet debate great!?!
I got an email from alex, who is in Japan. Apparently he’s taken it over. I wouldn’t schedule any vacations for there in the near future.
Tonight I’m suppose to see the original “Ocean’s Eleven” with Jason, who is thinks my preference of color movies over B&W is a crime of some sort.
that’s all the news that’s fit to blog. Or rather, all of it I’m bored enough to type…
sealed in our boxes of humanity
taped up and mixed, melted together
you never know what you’re going to get
a live one or dead one,
happy or sad.
we can be the whispered kind too
a word on the morning breeze
a meaning left to be imagined
our lives are like this
implied on a lover’s lips.
I’ve already spent a large chunk of my time at work today logging my hours for the last two weeks. We’re suppose to log hours daily, but I’m far too busy to spend an extra five to ten minutes a day trying to figure out what I’ve been doing all day. I was just thinking, what if I had to do this with my weekend?
there’s at least two hours unaccounted for. I’m not sure where those went. Maybe staring off into space. Maybe eating? Probably eating.