I've been messing around with the style of the blog lately... I'm still not happy with it though. One of these days I'll get around to designing one of my own, and hopefully I'll like that one.

Not a very eventful day today... I'm reminded once again of my ... lazyness in the oddest things. I've got my paystub sitting here from last weekend that I still have yet to enter into Quicken on my Mactop... I'm not sure why I haven't done it yet, I just haven't. It's one of those things that aren't important enough for me to do right now.

I like the way I've reorganized my desk(s), but my pictures that I recently hung on the wall aren't how I like them... they're in darkness, because my monitor casts a shadow from the light. I've always wanted to make small LED picture lights, but I'm not sure I have the time or money (or resources) to do that right now. They'd be nice if they were solar powered... hmm...

Oh well. I have a lot of things I need to get done but I just don't have the motivation to do them, just like the pay stub. I've got a bunch of dishes to wash, but that will have to wait for... hopefully this evening after I get back from dinner. We'll see. I'm thinking of trying one of the mashed potato packets that my mom bought for me -- they look delicious... my mouth is watering just thinking about them. I'm not sure how I'll measure out the right amount of water though, I don't have a cup measure... but either I'll borrow one or fake it.

But last time I faked it, I made easy-mac... and it ended up being like soup, and it was terrible. I have another packet sitting in my food drawer... one of these days I'll get around to being brave enough to try it again.

I just remembered! My family brought me some camping gear last weekend, and they included a mess kit in it -- which has a small 1-cup measuring cup in it. Score!

I just finished recompiling Amarok 1.4.7 on my computer just yesterday, it didn't have M4A support (really, mp4 support through FAAD2) and that was pissing me off -- I was trying to organize and sort out my music collection and I couldn't change half of my ID3v2 tags... it was bugging me, so I spent way to much time trying to fix it... and eventually succeeded.

Wow, it's been a while since I've written here.

College life is interesting. The "FIELD OF DREAMS" a.k.a. backyard to my dorm is open now, which really means the sod has finally set (they put it down the day I got here).

There's some large party thing going on outside, which involves many people standing around attempting to do sports which involve the field -- but really kinda failing at it. It's kind of interesting to watch.

Just started talking to old friends again today -- I'm not sure why I stopped. When I first moved here I was on the phone constantly with people back home talking about anything and everything, but then since classes started up, that kind of drifted off. Probably for the better as well, because it helped me get into my groove.

It's almost half way through the semester! That's crazy for me to think about, that I'm about 1/16 done with college. Well, that is, if I actually graduate in 4 years. Chances are, I'll end up stuck here for 5 with the whole double-major thing. But you never know, it could be done in 4. At this rate, it'll be 4. but I think my classes will get more difficult and so I won't be able to take 18.5 credits every semester (Plus I want to work off my college loan before I leave).

I have this book -- Dreaming In Code -- It's a really good book, I just haven't had time to read it... I've got though 1 chapter and I've had it for almost a month. It's scary... but at the same time, I've been really busy with other things.

 

Al otro lado del río

Clavo mi remo en el agua
Llevo tu remo en el mío
Creo que he
visto una luz
al otro lado del río

El día le irá pudiendo
poco a
poco al frío
Creo que he visto una luz
al otro lado del río

Sobre todo creo que
no todo está perdido
Tanta lágrima, tanta
lágrima
y yo, soy un vaso vacío

Oigo una voz que me llama
casi
un suspiro
Rema, rema, rema-a
Rema, rema, rema-a

En esta orilla
del mundo
lo que no es presa es baldío
Creo que he visto una luz
al
otro lado del río

Yo muy serio voy remando
muy adentro sonrío
Creo que he visto una luz
al otro lado del río

Sobre todo creo
que
no todo está perdido
Tanta lágrima, tanta lágrima
y yo, soy un
vaso vacío

Oigo una voz que me llama
casi un suspiro
Rema, rema,
rema-a
Rema, rema, rema-a

Clavo mi remo en el agua
Llevo tu remo
en el mío
creo que he visto una luz
al otro lado del río

 

 

 

It's when I'm asleep in my bed...

... and the angel of music sings songs in my head.


Think of me
think of me fondly,
when we've said goodbye.
Remember me
once in a while -
please promise me
you'll try.

Eek, last final today. Score.

Anniversary

Next Friday... the anniversary of 1 year on blogger. Also, Friday the 13th. eeee!

 

Pity for a Dime

A court is in session a verdict is in
No appeal on the docket today, just my own sin
The walls are cold and pale the cage made of steel
Screams fill the room alone I drop and kneel
Silence now the sound my breath the only motion around
Demons cluttering around my face showing no emotion
Shackled by my sentence expecting no return
Here there is no penance my skin begins to burn

(chorus)
So I held my head up high hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels there selfish pride
We’re all held captive out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one

I hear a thunder in the distance see a vision of a cross
I feel the pain that was given on that sad day of loss
A lion roars in the darkness only he holds the key
A light to free me from my burden and grant me life eternally
Should have been dead on a sunday morning banging my head
No time for mourning ain’t got no time

(chorus)

I cry out to God seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms
I’ve created my own prison

So I don't listen to Creed enough. That's My Own Prison, by Creed, which isn't the title of the post. Dunno, I figured the next song on the CD (Pity for a Dime) seemed more sexy.

Well, dunno what to write about. Last night I spent the night at DJ's, we hung out, watched some TV, stuff like that. Tonight I'm spending the night in Evanston, gonna hang out with my brothers at Dave's apartment. Bleerrrg.

I was in a mood to write more earlier, but then my brother just called and we chatted for a bit, and my mom called and we chatted for a bit... now I feel like playing Midtown Madness II. So, I shall write more late.

PSST, check out brio for some pimp christmas tree pictures.

 

Thus the metric system did not really catch on in the States, unless you count the increasing popularity of the nine-millimeter bullet.
- Dave Barry

I must say, I now have a bigger appreciation for someone. Eeek, and they know who they are. God damn it's late already. Maybe I'll get time to actually post some stuff someday.

 

 

Fire

So Kane made a really... deep? comment today in class and it made me think. Here it is summarized: When comparing life to fire, they are both very alike; the only possible way for fire to exist is to destroy itself. Without destroying itself, fire cannot be fire.

Think about it.

A big load of crap [EXTENDED VERSION]

So, I had the "Moses supposes" rhyme running through my head for hours, and I decided to research online and see if I could get a recording really quick... so I happened upon an amazon.com page labeled Singin' in the Rain (1952 Film Soundtrack) (Deluxe Edition) [ENHANCED] [ORIGINAL RECORDING REISSUED] [ORIGINAL RECORDING REMASTERED] [SOUNDTRACK] [SPECIAL EDITION] [EXTRA TRACKS]. What the hell is up with that? (here is the page).

Not enough time to get into anything else really... that's it for now.

Dear Birthparent,

We are Terry and Dan. Yes, we are both men, and we would like to adopt your baby! If you have a problem with homosexuality, please know that we have a problem with teenagers who go out, get themselves knocked up, and then think they can sit in judgment over others. We have been with each other for three months. We hope to adopt a baby son, as gay relationships don't usually last longer than six or seven months.

We are both atheists.

Dan is an overworked, undersexed sex-advice columnist. He is writing a book about adopting a baby, but we promise we're not doing this just for the fourteen-figure advance. Dan is fifty-nine years old, has heart trouble, smokes three packs a day, and will be the sole means of support for our little family.

Terry is seventeen years old and emulates Martha Stewart in every possible way, including Martha's emotional distance and passive-aggressiveness. After the baby comes, he plans on working a few hours a week in a bookstore that sells a great deal of homosexual pornography.

We live in a cramped apartment filled with dangerous and sharp-edged tchotchkes perched high atop unstable shelving units purchased at an Ikea seconds sale. We have a funky Brady basement, and a killer sound system that will blow our baby's head off if we're not careful! In our kitchen, Terry bakes pies and cookies in effort to make Dan so fat that no other gay man will want him.

Our home is near a large park frequented by homosexuals in search of anonymous sexual encounters. There our child will enjoy many hours of unsupervised play. Most of our friends are in the music industry and addicted to hard drugs. They are all very excited about baby-sitting! As most of them use only heroin and not dangerous hallucinogenics, the odds that one of them will pop the baby into the microwave are pretty low.

Dan will be too busy to say hello to the baby until he is old enough to fetch his morning New York Times. Terry will be the primary caregiver, and not letting the baby die will be Terry's top priority! Allowing the baby to die would reflect badly on gay men everywhere, including those gay men in the park having anonymous sex, and would harm the sales of Dan's book. Especially if the baby died during the book tour.

We are looking forward to becoming parents, though we don't like the idea of changing diapers. We welcome frequent visits, so maybe you could come over and change the baby's diapers. We hope to provide a home full of love where a child can grow and thrive in an atmosphere of wonder, stability, and respect, but we know this probably won't happen.

Dan & Terry

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Haha, so that's from "The Kid" which is a story about a gay guy who adopted a baby with his boyfriend. I think it's possibly the most humerious letter ever, they were trying to write a letter to the birthparents convincing them to give the baby to the couple... but they couldn't think of anything, so they wrote an anti-convincing letter. Pretty good.

First snow flurries today! Woot.

Alright so here are a few pictures from the homeless sleepout...