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Wednesday, October 31, 2001
OK I'm tired of being at work. I am going home. By the time I get home and fix myself a drink, it should be midnight in London, and therefore TIME TO START THE NOVEL. I can't wait.
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I have just received two telephone calls in immediate succession from Londoners coming to shows here next month.
That settles it. London it is.
Now. How will I tell the bf that we're fleeing the country in search of political asylum? It'll have to wait until morning since he'll be out at all night at the Strokes show. Ecch.
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Oh yeah, it's Halloween.
Go look at some Gorey illustrations or something.
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Work and Non-Work
I wonder what it's like to get laid off.
I've never gotten fired from a job. But then again, I have worked at the same place for what basically amounts to my entire adult life. I started working at this club when I was 19. I'm about to turn 25.
I don't feel like I'm going to get fired. I mean, I actively make loads of money for the place. And while we haven't been doing so well since The Thing (as the lovely Rhett Miller puts it), i don't think we're running the risk of going bankrupt.
But boy, it would be nice to spend a few weeks waking up late, hanging out at the cafés in my neighborhood, playing with my cats, making dinner for the bf... Maybe I should be a house husband.
I have this nagging voice in my head... telling me to Get The Fuck Out Of New York. To move to Vancouver or Edinburgh or San Francisco. Maybe I already posted about this, I can't remember. In any event, I'm thinking about it again. Someplace where you don't have to work so much just to get by... OK, scratch San Fran from the list, then.
I don't think I'll ever do it though. Bah.
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I just had two cups of "decaf" and I feel like my PowerBook/desk/chair/office is going to be shaken apart into tiny pieces by my jittery body.
This effect is not aided by the Brassy song that just came up in my iTunes playlist. I don't even know where it came from, I can't figure out where I downloaded it from. I thought I would hear nothing but the soothing tones of Broadcast, Boards of Canada, and Stereolab all afternoon. But nay.
The club has a new BOH computer (back-of-house... it does all that crap like validating your credit cards, tracking food & drink orders, etc) here in the office that looks like the Death Star. Well, actually, it just looks like what Darth Vader's home peecee might have been like, if, you know, ol' DV had a home peecee or even a home. Some kind of frightening black IBM thing. I'm fairly certain that it is evil but luckily Monkey, Pink, Ally & Rory are not afraid of it.
Monkey, Pink and Ally are the three iMacs in my office. They are orange, strawberry, and "graphite" respectively. Rory is my PowerBook. YES I AM SO LAME THAT I NAME MY COMPUTERS. Thanks for asking. As a matter of fact, I just named the graphite one for the purposes of this post because it didn't actually have a name. Its user didn't even bother to change the name of the hard drive from "Macintosh HD"! But it has a MacAlly keyboard, so Ally it is. Cheers.
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Tuesday, October 30, 2001
Because I am a sucker for a blog meme: Famous Penguins: Oscar Wilde, Truman Capote, Danny Devito.
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So Ev fixed the Blogger spellchecker! And now it works on Macs! Or at least there is a button that APPEARS on my Mac, God only knows if it actually DOES anything. Let's test it now...
Fragggle...With an extra G.
Technically I guess it DOES work. It's just fugly. Well, I can just pretend it is 3l33t hAx0r sP33k.
In other news, I had ANOTHER weird dream last night, in which I had to keep explaining to people that our cat was the star of My So-Called Life before coming to live with us. Yeah, I don't get it either. At least this time I know why MSCL was hovering on the edge of my consciousness; while I was never a huge fan of the show, there was this one image from the pilot episode that I have always remembered: As the school bell rings, and the students flood from the hallways into their classrooms (like in EVERY SINGLE teen movie or tv show EVER except maybe Little House On the Prairie because, you know, they didn't have a hallway in their school since it was ONE ROOM), just as the camera is panning into a classroom, it lingers for a second on one crying cheerleader who is left in the hall all alone. I can't remember if she runs away, or sinks to the floor, or what. But it was just this one weird shot... Something about that image also reminds me of another scene, from the pilot of Twin Peaks, where the kid breakdances out of the frame after everyone goes to class...
Wait, I'm confused. I can't remember what I was talking about. Oh yeah, I have been thinking about My So-Called Life because it reminded me of Twin Peaks, which of course has been on my mind because I have been talking to people about Mulholland Drive a lot this week. Yeah. Anyway. I should be in bed now, not at work, because bad things like THIS POST happen when I get up early. BYE.
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Friday, October 26, 2001
Dorky Mac Humor
Dorky Mac humor never ceases to amuse me.
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Dream dictionaries make no sense. Surely a dream in which School Principal Nicole Kidman chides me for trying to take MY donuts back from Lane-from-Gilmore-Girls means more than "ooh you were in your high school, that means you have trouble letting go of your past." Uh, yeah, whatever, as if I've spoken to anyone I went to high school with in the PAST FIVE YEARS (internet stalking via various online white pages and the nifty Sherlock People Search notwithstanding... after all, that's just WATCHING, not INTERACTING!).
As I ruminate on this, I'm realizing that I think Annette O'Toole was the principal for a little while in my dream, too. God, I hope that horrific episode of Smallville I watched last week isn't going to haunt me to the end of my days.
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Thursday, October 25, 2001
Please, God, not the donuts
I had a very weird dream last night... I was in high school, and Lane from Gilmore Girls stole donuts from me. And Nicole Kidman was the principal, and she was yelling at me. It was one of those dreams where you wake up and it all seems so crystal clear, and you think "God, that was a fucked up dream, I better write it all down, it must mean SOMETHING" but then within 10 seconds you start to forget most of it... I can't remember too much now except for Lane and Nicole, and they only stick out because I went to an all-boys high school, so the presence of girls = instant anomaly. Sigh. On the bright side, the dream made me leap out of bed early (in search of a pen and paper or possibly a PowerBook) and I got to work On Time today. Not that anyone noticed/cared.
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Wednesday, October 24, 2001
Something bad is happening!
Good article on Salon today (erm, yesterday actually) about Mulholland Drive. I think it simplifies the narrative too much, but it's certainly a handy thing to keep a copy of while you're trying to sort out what the hell was happening in that crazy film. The more I think about it, the angrier I get that it was never made into a series. Sure it could have spiraled into inanity like Twin Peaks did, but I have this nagging feeling that this time, Lynch would have Gotten It Right. Sigh. When do those Twin Peaks DVDs come out?.
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Tuesday, October 23, 2001
Alright, so the folks in #macintosh chat are talking about the possibilities of hacking an iPod and adding things like a firewire microphone or audio-in for making live recordings. Now it's starting to seem interesting. Actually, I do like it a lot, and if someone gave it to me for free, I'm sure I'd use it gleefully every single day, but it's just so poorly priced that I don't know how people will justify buying one.
Also: am I crazy or is Jonathan Ive kind of hott in a British industrial-designer kind of way?
Posted at 05:44 PM | Comments (0)
Wow. Little. Expensive.
God damn. Apple released their new mp3 player device today. Yeah, it's small. Yeah, it's cute. Yeah it's Firewire so it's fast. But it's FOUR HUNDRED BUCKS. For a 5 gig hard drive? I don't think so. The Archos Jukebox Studio is $50 less and it holds TWENTY gigs. Bah. Stupid, Apple. Stupid stupid.
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Sofa, so good
Well, the pull-out sofa in the living room works.
No, the bf and I aren't fighting or anything. We just decided to test out the sleeper sofa thing. OK, actually it was just ME who decided to test it out. He put the sheets on it though.
I decided last night to sign up for NaNoWriMo, the challenge to write a 50,000 word novel in the month of November. The last thing I remember writing aside from press releases and website blurbs was a review of the (horrifically bad) film A Thousand Acres (no imdb link, I refuse, the movie is SO BAD) for a journalism class. My professor loved my article and read it to the class (of 7 people). But by that point I had stopped going to classes entirely and I ended up failing. I saw the professor in an elevator once a few months later and she said I was wasting my potential. Oops. Better luck next career, Brian.