August 2005 Archives

wasn't i supposed to be on vacation?

i had a habanero burger, the alleged world's hottest burger over at the prince of wales pub. it was hot. very hot. i had no milk, only water, which, as all chiliheads know, only makes things worse.

i was eating room-temp french fries and proclaiming that they were too hot (as in warm) for me.

but i made it through. i've had hotter.

i didn't have to sign a release but i did get a bumper sticker. the place sure has atmosphere. later on, i contributed to the bay area's atmosphere. i was farting pepper spray for two hours.

reading thru some of my old code, I found this gem:

     /* scroo do..while, messes up my indenting and doesn't go well with
      * meatballs */
     goto RETRY ;

even though i'm pretty much drug free...

i found some mp3s on my HDD of an excellent group called "vienna scientists". it's dub/trance/stoner/drum'n'bass. great stuff.

i also dig shpongle and infected mushroom, lsd and E music, respectively.

a big fan of dune (i don't remember what the rave drugs were back in 98, sorry) and hallucinogen.

okay, i don't know what drug goes with therion, my favorite metal band, but i do know that the beatles are definitely stoner music.

so who makes music for my favorite drug, allegra-D? maybe i'll just have to make my own. where's i leave my nose flute?

linky

linky

W did 2 nice things for me today

she thinks I like her because of the first thing (I do!)

but i liked the second thing better :)

this weekend, I redid this with this guy and her (henceforth HB).

it roxored my soxors.

sigh. i re-read my original big basin trip post and it's so much better written than the drivel I typed up this morning that it made me sad.

sad sad sad.

but fear not: i'm going back on the coffee after my vacation, at which point my writing skills shall be back up to par.

i feel like i still have my hiking camp on. i've already checked twice.

pack weight for overnighter: 35lbs

bringing water filter and a little bit of extra gear, but i think I'm finally getting the hang of packing light.

(not bringing a book for the first time in a long time.)

Which kind of asshole are you?

a) a condescending asshole
b) a close-minded asshole
c) a judgemental asshole
d) a manipulative asshole
e) a humorless asshole
f) a totally insecure asshole
g) a deceitful asshole
h) a bullying asshole
i) a self-centered asshole
j) all of the above
k) none of the above, I'm a fucking saint!

do not confuse my lack of enthusiasm for a lack of enthusiasm.
-- me

one of the keys to understanding me, for those who would bother.

can't read the sticker? try this.

it's frobuary 1, YOMHC 0xA.

didn't go for the buzz, i wimped out.

great clips again. i really need to find a place that's open sunday that isn't great clips.

i get to use design patterns and fun OO crap without the guilt and fear of C++.

            if line.find("include") == 0 :
                # we allow includes: "include /foo/bar"

                try :
                    # read in the new file
                    filename = line.split()[1]
                    self.Read(os.path.expandvars(filename))

                except IndexError :
                    raise BuildConfigurationError(
                       "Malformed 'include' in %s, line: %d" % \
                                (filename, linenum))

it's confirmed.

my running shoes suck. i have two pairs. both are the wrong size: 11. i should be wearing 10.5. I had my feet measured at a running store and they said i should wear 11. i dont think i even tried 10.5.

i tried them on in the morning when my feet were little. i didnt try on enough different pairs. i settled for less arch support than i need.

so now i'm 2 pairs in the red but at least i know how to pick good ones now. i just don't know when... sigh.

READER INPUT REQUIRED.

i've been meaning to do this for a schlong time but never got around to it because :

1 - i figured the answers would be depressing
2 - i figured that the number of answers would be depressing

but now that i'm high on life i've got nothing to fear. so here it is, and if you read it, dear reader, you probably know me personally, and even if by some miracle you don't, you must answer:

SERIOUS QUESTION : in one word, what am I?

"I" being Yours Truly, the oral incontinent running this thingus.

I have my own one-word answer (well, two words if you count the article). I wonder if it matches up with anyone else's perception of me?

no, those last couple of posts were not just filler.

i meant them all, from the deepest depths of the bottom of my heart.

where all the filler is.

hooray for me and my thousandth pointless post.

hey, wait. some of them were not pointless.

some were.

And now, please enjoy this voyage back through time to my very zeroth blog posting EVAR!!!!111

i think that roy's death scene in "blade runner" is one of the best things ever to happen on film.

just sharing.

just like my parents' 30 year wedding anniversary, i missed out on my own 1 year blogniversary.

first (non-test) post!

huzzah for me and my narcissism. three cheers.

i finally got around to digging out the rubber cement to repair my birks. tragically, the entire tube had solidified so that when i squeezed it, out came a gooey but not sticky rubber glubglob. i cut open the tube with a pushpin and it was glubglob throughout, nary a drop of unsolidified cement to be found.

totally useless.

but it did give me a whopping headache so i guess it wasn't a total loss.

some days, i really feel the weight of my situation
some days, the new me recedes and the old me comes creeping back in
some days, i dont know where the new me is taking me
and some days, i dont know if i really want to go with him

since i quit the coffee this time around, i:

- sleep better
- digest better
- lift better
- hike better
- feel better

this sucks.