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honesty or mystery? / tell me i'm not scared anymore / i got no secret purpose / i don't seem obvious do i?
2002-01-11 14:11:00
StudioKZ: Yeah, Telix! I liked it better than those others you listed. I might still have it on my machine actually although I don't have a modem in that box anymore, but oh well. I'm just sentimental I guess.
Kusoyaro: Chainsaw Kittens...are they still around?
Bah, today I got the dreaded "Oh, you're almost done with your work, here's some more if you want it." Of course there's an implied "And you WILL want it" so how can I refuse? Yay, lucky me. Well, that's the working world for you. It never ends, unless you retire or quit. But a person's gotta live, you know? And if I have a choice, I want to live reasonably comfortably.
I was thinking today of how touchy people can be. Maybe its just extraordinarily hard to hurt my feelings, but it seems silly to me that people can go totally up in arms over words from a complete stranger. Or even minor acquaintances. Certainly, if you build a rapport with someone online via chatting/forums/whatever, you might feel you have some deep connection with them. But if you're say, on a forum, and someone makes fun of you, why should it really bother you? Unless you're someone worthy of making fun of, the other forum participants will probably just ignore it and move on with their lives. I mean, the people that I care about are probably the only people in the world that can hurt my feelings. Everyone else I could give a flying fork about. If a complete stranger came up to me on the street and started talking trash about me or my family or something, I'd just ignore them and keep walking. If they followed me around, I'd probably kick them. But although I might be annoyed, I don't think I'd be offended to the roots of my soul. Anyways, that's just what I was thinking about today. =] -
i'd shoot a bottle rocket right up to the moon
2002-01-09 14:11:34
This journal is mainly a reply to Kusoyaro's 2002-01-09, 09:44:17 entry. =]
I think your/our main problem was letting them believe that they actually *did* accomplish their plans by themselves. It's okay to let someone else take the credit for stuff if you don't want it, but not if they don't learn from your efforts and yet still expect the same results with you not around. That's an attitude that really pisses me off, even though I see it everywhere. I mean, I'm a fairly easygoing person, but when something has to be done, I will go in do it. Or else take responsibility for not having done it. But whatever. So are you saying that they are not coming up this weekend or there won't be a ski trip or there will be something, but what exactly it might be is still up in the air and is liable to be horribly disorganized and I should perhaps just go into work as I originally intended to do this weekend?
Anyways, might I point out that without my goonish stockpile of anime, you would have had to buy/trade/beg/steal your own source material for some of your videos? Not to mention that I randomly give you stuff that I no longer want (like VHS tapes of shows that I have since replaced with DVDs).
Besides, I don't think you should suggest I make a video out of the idea we discussed earlier because I have neither the time nor the inclination to attempt to make an AMV. Besides, I can't get your DC10+ to work with my current system setup and other various circumstances which I have told you about but shall not get into at the moment.
That being said, ugh, those 20 Chicken McNuggets I ate for lunch are not sitting well with me right now.
Oh well, back to work. -
Wish me love a wishing well to kiss and tell
2002-01-07 16:29:29
EK: That title is for you. =]
Kusoyaro: I think you should write a rant about Jehovah's witnesses in the DMV. I haven't posted anything new on my site for more than a week and I'm starting to feel guilty. Besides, rants don't always have to be angry. Perhaps you are ranting because you are insane...just look at that strange pizza rant! =] You know, I think you promote my site more than I do...And I keep telling you and telling you that you suck at video games and you still won't believe me. =P Hope you feel better soon. Especially if you're going to be hosting the evil Duke crew this weekend.
Bowler: I think Andy's similar character design to Spike's was intentional. They're pretty much polar opposites though, even though the end results of their efforts are the same. Spike is competent but makes everything look like dumb luck while Andy is clearly incompetent but very very lucky.
Ugh, I feel like crap too. I don't think I'm sick though, I just couldn't sleep last night. Well, I went to bed around 1 am, but I then I had a nightmare and when I looked at the clock it was 1:45 am. Sucks to your ass-mar! And THEN I couldn't get to sleep until maybe 3 or 4 am. And I woke up at 6 am so I could go to work.
The funny thing is, my nightmare made no sense. Well I suppose dreams in general don't make too much sense, but still...Like I was in bed with a girl I don't even like and then another girl walks in and I'm busted! Then the girl that I do like runs out and I try to follow her but the girl in the bed drags me back and its suddenly another girl who I wouldn't throw out of bed or anything, but she's not someone I would actively pursue. Yet seeing her is the last thing that I do before I wake up. Weird.
Anyways, I'm just terribly unmotivated right now. I think some debauchery would hit the spot, but I don't see much chance of that while I sit here at work whining. =] -
Wow, I'm really early...
2001-12-10 06:47:14
Just dropped my friend Iris off at the airport (well like an hour ago) and then drove straight in to work. I meant to get up at 4 am, but even though I set my alarm clock, I forgot to TURN ON THE ALARM. So I woke up late and rushed out of the house without eating breakfast. My stomach is probably going to have something to say about that during my Monday morning status meeting. Bah.
My weekend was pretty fun though. I started it off right by taking Friday off. I spent the majority of it in DC touring art museums with my aforementioned friend Iris who came in the night before. I forget which ones but we saw a lot of paintings. My favorite was called "The Judgment of Paris" (forgot the artist, I'm not good with names sorry!). I *suppose* it was supposed to be the event that touched off the Trojan War (Paris picking who was the most beautiful goddess), but from the way they were holding their hands and where their eyes were focused, it looked more like they were estimating Paris's penis size.
Then later on at night we met Kusoyaro for dinner. The goober couldn't find his metro card to leave the station though, so we lost him at the first turnstile. I finally got to eat at the Ruth Chris steakhouse in Dupont Circle. We almost ate there on July 4th but some cheap bastards decided that we should eat at a not-so-good Thai restaurant. Personally, I think they wanted to check out the Leather Rack store across the street (whips and chains and black leather gimp suits oh my!). The food was good although a bit expensive (at the steakhouse, not the Thai restaurant which was merely average). The waiter probably thought we were morons (or at least I was), but that's okay, because I ignore most social graces. We got the cheapest bottle of red wine we could find on the wine list. There really isn't much wine in those bottles though, maybe I should just stick to the ultra-trendy Franzia boxed wine.
Afterwards, we wandered into a Books-a-Million which has the worst selection I have ever seen in a big chain of bookstores. They seem to have books by every author, but only random ones and usually not all the books in a series. They did have the 2nd Harry Potter book so Kusoyaro bought it and was happy. Cost $7 though. That's like highway robbery, except not on the highway and not really robbery. Ok, well I just thought it was overpriced, but I guess that's how much paperbacks cost nowadays. Oh, and Kusoyaro, if you're reading this, that Beauty novel that I am always raving about is by Sheri S. Tepper, NOT C. J. Cherryh. That would be at least one reason why we couldn't find it there. But look for it in the library, you should be able to find it in any self-respecting public library.
The high point of our evening came from watching Fat Girl though. It was some french indie film so we went to one of the 3 or 4 independent movie theatres in the area. I think our experience was heightened by the fact that they had some really uncomfortable seating. The seats were hard, yet flimsy plastic so that when you sat in them the backs bent backwards depending on how you shifted your weight. And there was no legroom! You had two alternatives for sitting: either spread your legs like a 2-bit whore or twist your body to look like those twisted doughnut thingies (krullers?) and sit side-saddle. And even then it was hella uncomfortable. The movie itself was largely boring, although it featured the smoothest operator since Jiffy peanut butter. I probably shouldn't have read the blurb about it in the newspaper though. It mentioned brutality, which I'm a big fan of in movies, but there was really not so much of it. The director was a master of building really boring tension (watch the film, you'll see what I mean) but I liked the ending. Quick and to the point. Not sure what the point really was, but I think there was a point being made. Of course, it could be the fact that we could get out of those torture chambers cleverly disguised as seats that made me happy about the ending.
Saturday I didn't do much. Iris slept like a jet-lagged log, which she was. We went to a mall for a few hours to kill time when she finally did get up and then it was nighttime and time for my company party (woohoo!). Having met everyone who worked at my building exactly one time and then never seeing them again, I knew like 5 people there. And that's only because we all work in the same group. We got there a little late (trying to be fashionably late, mind you) but that only exiled us to the late person table. Strangely enough, the only other people at our table were the other people from my group. The food was buffet-style and individually probably very good. But after piling mounds of food altogether onto a plate, it kind of got all mixed together and looked very much like the aftermath of a bad night out drinking. While we were still trying to force down our scary looking food, the dance started. But my company party seemed to be predominated by old white men and their wives so the dance floor was pretty empty. This seemed like a good time to get my drink on, but I found out that we had a cash bar. After paying $6 for a weak rum and coke, I was a bit peeved. It was a good thing I brought Iris with me because she thought we should check out the other 4 company parties that were also being held at that hotel. This turned out to be a splendid idea because the party being held in the next room happened to have a free bar. 4 drinks later, I was tearing up the dance floor with Iris and one other guy whose date reluctantly joined him after the DJ coaxed her up there. If anyone ever thinks their company holiday party is lame, just go to another one, no one is going to care, and if someone starts talking to you, just point into the distance and say "I'm with <insert random name here>". Its very easy and much more fun than sitting around bored at a dead party. I got into a really long conversation with the Vice President of my company later on and we talked until the party ended practically. He asked
me if I played golf, and me being the honest idiot, said no, but I'm willing to learn. I suppose that's the half-assed kiss-ass answer, but I was buzzed and not really too caring. Besides, its not like I work at headquarters anyways, so I wouldn't see this guy unless I got transferred back. All in all it was a good night, I met a few more people than I previously knew and directed many people to the alcoholic bounty at the other parties. We also snagged some nifty picture frames from the table at one of the other parties. There were way too many for all the people that showed at that party anyways.
Sunday was another museum day in DC to hit up all the ones we missed on Friday. My favorite was this sculpture of a gigantic ugly naked man in the Hirschhorn. I think it was called "Big Man" or something. We got up early and spent like 7 hours going to various museums. Ate a quick lunch at McDonalds and listened to some crackheads talking to each other. One guy was a broken record, he kept saying, "There is something...SERIOUSLY wrong wit' you!" about twice a minute to his woman friend. Actually, maybe only the guy was on crack, but they had less than a dollar's worth of change between them. There was a cool asian art exhibit at...um, the asian art museum place, but we got there within 15 minutes of their closing time so we didn't see everything there. Then we ate at a mediterranean food restaurant in Georgetown. We browsed at a few stores on the long walk back to the nearest metro station and checked out the Four Seasons hotel (which was also on the way). We were both dressed pretty shabbily, but were pointed out to the Audi/BMW party on the lower level. Checked it out, didn't look very interesting so we just went back to my house and that brings us to today.
Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do! - In response to Kusoyaro's journal entry... 2001-12-07 10:05:15 Bah, she quit the strip club, now she works for Microsoft. Well, actually she's worked for Microsoft the entire time, but she needed more money so she got the part-time job. See? That's not sketchy at all!
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