I spent a good month ignoring flickr and photography. I blame the weather for my complete lack of motivation to do anything at all. I kept up with the 365 project but at a great strain. After playing catch up in photoshoop and uploading probably over a hundred shots I'm back in the game. Weather and lack of inspiration be damned. Had a really good weekend at a sewing party (I don't know either, half-complete bunny costumes and cute girls were present) with awesome people, the ever-delightfully perfect Portal, a few new friends, and some late-night cartoons. On the seventh day there was metal. Went with Will and Jess to see Andrew's band in Brooklyn on Sunday. There was an actual goat skull. Nothing more needs to be said.
Oh yeah, I also got a haircut and shaved a month's worth of beard off. I am no longer a bum and I look exactly like myself again. I had to change my avatar too. He looked like a bum. Which is not what I look like. Anymore.
I get fidgety. My knees bounce, my fingers drum, I bite my lip, my feet tap. It's withdrawal. Laura asked me a few days ago if I had finished the wedding photos. I'd spent the passed week or two in photoshop with brief (oh, how very brief) stints of games mixed in with daily routine. Speaking of which, in that time I started and finished Prince of Persia. I know, off topic and I'll talk about that some other time but damn that was a quick game. My flickr buddies know that I haven't updated in almost two weeks, which is insane, and I can't wait to get back into the mix. So, yeah, I finished 'em and all that's left is to burn them and send them off. Today was the first day I had off of work and had no photoshop to do for someone that wasn't me.
I slept pretty much all day. When I got up I showered, laundered, cleaned and got myself to the optometrist. Prescrition hasn't changed but contact lens prices certainly have. Got home and made dinner, then a pie. Yeah, pie, why is that funny? It's in the fridge right now being all chocolatey and keeping the remains of some lasagna company. I did some mail, did some bills, fed that cat, drank some root beer - you know, livin' it up and making my way to some Rock Band to get rid of the fidgety I have going on. I still haven't finished the career mode and fired the drums up for that on a few set lists. Then I rocked way harder than what the drum pedal was designed for.
Yeah, much more horrible things have happened and there are some imensly terrible things happening all over the world (google Gaza) right now but every one of you can relate to how it feels. It's that same feeling when all you want in the whole of existence is to just sleep in your warmly welcoming, cozy bed. Hell, even the floor would suffice at this point so long as you get some sleep. Just as you get comfortable and are about to drift to sleep, wham! Your bed is enguled in flaming spikes and the floor is lava. It's just not going to happen, no amount of duct tape can fix it. The plus side, because I'm such a positive kind of guy, is how this happened.
I'm in the middle of the last in a 5-song setlist on career mode. Not even halfway through Zero, by the Smashing Pumpkins and I hear the all too familiar snap of factory molded plastic. I play barefoot so I immediately knew what it was, before even the sound of the game going from, 'thump thump thump bish' to 'crack-thud crack-thud crack-thud bish' told me of pedal death. I complete the track and as the game loads the score screen, the blip of Achievement Unlocking appears. Sweet irony. Guess I'll have to get a new drum kit. I wonder if I'll get another achievement if I break that one too? Time for pie.
This is so not how Hendrix felt when his guitar was on fire.
I'll be the first to admit that I have a slight moderately raging addiction to the internet and all her filthy glory. From news to porn to games and torrents, I love the internet. However. Yeah, that's right motherfocker - How (period) Ever! I detest social networking. Now it is true that I had, at one point, a myspace account which I checked daily. It became part of my routine to sign in for the sole purpose of checking on two things: See that nothing changed since my last login and continue not caring or see that much had changed since my last login and to continue not caring. I never talked to anyone, left comments, stalked, trolled, blogged, or posted bulletins. If there were anyone that I wanted or needed to communicate with or had any reason to, they had my number or at least knew where to find me. Myspace is not the blackened grimoire with which I am to be summoned. I have a phone and a couple e-mail addresses.
Now everyone is going on and on about Facebook. Short answer: No. Maybe later when I get so bored I decide something must be done in the name of Science. Particulary in the fields of social experimentation and fire. For now I'll suffer through doing the catch-up chat next time I see the jerk I don't want to talk to from a few years back when I was still in school, smiling politely and thinking of murder. "But there are games and poking and pictures and etcetera!" Yeah, no thanks. Facebook is not why I love the internet. I love instant access to any information I want, super cheap deals, free software, games, music and videos, and discovering new wonderful/horrible things.
Such As!
This is real.
From the website: "Each bottle of this delicious carbonated grape drink is crafted with care... and a slight feeling of breathless anticipation. As Tentacle Grape™ slides smoothly down your throat you'll feel refreshed and full." Furthermore, "Tentacle Grape is now available... so WATCH OUT! You gonna get GRAPED!" Oh yeah, I'll repeat it again: This is real. It's on pre-order for a mid-January release and I certainly got my order in already. I can't wait. Will it really be the most delicous hentai soda available out of the thousands already on the shelves? I can't say for sure if I'll have a feeling of breathless anticipation as I crack the first exploratory bottle open but I certainly hope it slides down smoothly and leaves me refreshed and full. Will it taste like grape or tentacles? Does it contain school girl? What if it tastes like grape rape?! As a strictly Hentai soda, should I not drink it at work or at least feel ashamed if I get caught drinking it?
I just can't wait to get my order in to find out what it feels like to get graped.
This is why I love the internet.
