September 26, 2006
I have no witty, smart, or vague reference to use for a title here.
I can’t quite find the right words to convey to you what happened last night at the dome. It was just, well, yeah.
All I can say is this:
WHO DAT!
The post they called Jaaaaaaaaayne!
September 22, 2006
Cunning, ain’t it? The new DN™ (Drunk Native™) hat.
Much thanks to wear with style.
And for the record, if you’ve never watched Firefly, do it now, for me. At least watch the pilot episode – that’s all I ask.
Now hear this.
September 15, 2006
When I was a kid, I’d get this odd ringing / buzzing sound in my ear. I used to think it was my “super-hearing” gearing up.
It was really exciting. I figured it was warming up or maturing, and at some point it’d be full-blown and I could hear anything I wanted. Not that any of you did, but if you were to see me as a child, sitting in the middle of the floor playing with my Legos or my Brio train set, you would undoubtedly see me at some point scrunch up my face, angle my head to the side and concentrate intensely. That would have been me trying to turn the dial of my super-hearing up to 11.
This of course continued until I was probably 12, when I realized that it was no super power at all, but really more likely a side effect from sitting to close to the tv at a high volume, or listening to Axl Rose’s amplified vocals. That little epiphany made me feel so ordinary.
Still though, it would’ve been pretty cool.
No dreams in breathless sleep
September 12, 2006
So, I just popped one of six Ambiens that my doc gave me a few weeks ago.
Let’s see how this works, for better or worse. It’s not an Rx or anything, just something to help me get back into a more regular sleeping habit. Lord knows I need it.
I just hope it doesn’t work _too_ well. Last thing I need is a new addiction. It’s been almost three years since I gave up my last one. I know all to well how my body works. It likes it’s routines, it’s addictions.
Seeya in the morning, intertron.
Who Dat?
September 11, 2006
Oh Lord, I was in that number when the Saints went marching in.
Well, I wasn’t in Cleveland so much as I was at Vaughan’s in the Bywater, but you get the idea. Besides, Vaughan’s is so much cooler that Cleveland. But goddamn, did those Saints march. A strong start for a new team, a new coach, a new year. The Browns had a total of 1 rushing yard and 1 passing yard in the first quarter. 2 whole goddamn yards.
Next week, we should be leaving Lambeau Field in Green Bay with a 2-0 record.
And then kids, you know what is next. That’s right – the Saints march back into the dome on Moday, Sept. 25th to play the Falcons. Oh yes, motherfuckin’ Saints in the motherfuckin’ dome. And all those in the vicinity of Section 630, Row 8 will know us by our insatiable desire to see our hallowed Saints kick one of those dirty birds in their motherfuckin’ throats. Oh yes, the porkchop section will be heard in all of our thunderous, alcohol-fuelled might.
Amen.
Television rots your brain.
September 7, 2006
25¢ to who can tell me what movie the above quote is from, without looking it up on the intertron. And it’s not even in imdb (click to learn what movie it is), so don’t even try. These are the things that are stuck in my brain instead of, say, the word for the thing with rungs that you climb to get up higher in the air.
Anyways, it has been brought to my attention that CBS will be re-mastering and digitally re-working the original Star Trek series. I’m optimistic. It appears that those involved recognize the potential for disaster that was made clear by Mr. Lucas and his re-working of the Holy Trinity.
While perusing this news on the Sci Fi Wire, other things have been brought to my attention. A new show has been born and it’s pilot (has been or will soon be) shot: The Sarah Connor Chronicles. This has a very huge cool potential. X-Filesian, even in its potential ability to explore the “Terminator Mythos”, the characters’ stories, and to help patch up a bit of what we know happened inbetween the time that Cyberdine’s AI went live to when Kyle went back in time. Plenty of room to explore and muck about. Doesn’t have to be all Terminators, all the time, either. Note to self: watch T3. Try not to throw up from what I understand to be an overwhelming shittiness.
I’ve gotten hooked on Eureka.
Also, I haven’t said anything about the announcement that Stargate SG-1 is in it’s 10th, final season. I am saddened, as I have been watching this show, and following these characters for a long time. I’ve even (partially, there are obviously more factors involved, but it was a catalyst, methinks) developed friendships through this show. But I think it is time. A good run, good shows, cast, etc. At the end of the day, it is just a tv show. Besides, we still have Stargate Atlantis, and an upcoming game, Stargate Worlds.
You know, with all these new shows and developments, I might get cable tv again. Jonah, can I just get one channel (Sci-Fi) for a few bucks a month? Please?
Awww, who am I kidding? Fuck TV, all I need is this chair, this thermos, and a certain little networking protocol. If you haven’t heard, the word is bittorrent. Bitch.
18 hours
September 6, 2006
I just finished a work day that started at 8:30am.
I worked at the office all day, then at the R for a few hours, then at a location or two for a project with Jonah that I undershot / misjudged.
Tomorrow is looking to be the same, except replace working at the R with a (hopefully brief) meeting with a local restauranteur.
Hopefully after the regular workday on Thursday, I can meet up with Madam Provocateur for a drink or several. I’m sure I’ll need them at that point.
And now, sleep, for there is an over-sized cat that is making it quite difficult for me to type, not to mention my mutinous eyes.
That sounds grosser that it really is. Eh.
Snakes? On _my_ Face?
September 5, 2006
It’s more likely than you think:
I’d show you the roommate’s boyfriend’s and Jeremy’s also, but I don’t have pics, and Jeremy is currently in Alaska.