one of those times when concept marries execution perfectly. this is the stuff that rocks.
and okay, any art thing involving video games is, like, rad. yarrr!
today’s schedule turned out decent considering the effort it took for my ass to climb down from the bed. and tear meself away from re-reading the alienist for the billionth time. i love my job. but still.
suddenly (well, since the drive home from skool tonight) i got attached to the idea of watching all of ranma with mom. maybe with chinese subtitles and english dub. yet i can’t bring myself to buy any of the gundam wing sets when i’m actually in best buy — even when in possession of a 40 dollar gift card. was actually in best buy this weekend and i couldn’t find the justification to buy a couple random dvds because i feel that hours are wasted when i drown myself in front of the telly. no matter how good the movie is. i waste enough time already on a daily basis.
dear suicide bombers:
y’all suck. stop pissing off all the baby animals dammit. or at least pull those stunts when there’s no one else around.
and also.
//installed vista ultimate on the workbot today. sexy. so so sexy. if it weren’t still so incompatible with the rest of the world, i’d install it in jedi bob nearly instantaneously.
//looking for a reason to buy a powerbook. besides the basic “but it’s tho pwetty!!!” reason.
//went to bed with socks on my feet last night. woke up this morning with the aforementioned socks lying about my head. what the?!
so in loooove.
i pity the fool who can’t access custo-evo beta just yet. y’all are missing out. as someone who’s never been into the web2.0 hype, i done be Blown Away. tis hawtness in all the right ways. nice to see that my original skinning hangout is better than ever.
welcome to the land of the lazy-ass, hyper-caffeinated bouncy wouncy pirates.
which basically means that, for the first since i started slaving away at the current cubby hole, i spent nearly an entire hour doing absolutely nothing but expounding on the trivial. that was fun. a sad, sad waste of company time, but fun. leg warmers anyone?
went trawling through the archives.
apparently i possessed a snarky, witty humor several years ago. where’d it all go?! in the last few years, posts in here have dwindled in quantity and length. as per my usual pace of change (which, to clarify, would be slow), i suppose i’m still finding the next level of comfortability when it comes to yakking about whatever online. have definitely become less revealing over the years as well as more, uh, whiny. with more italics. more periods. more parenthesis. i need to write more. i liked my style from before. these days, it’s more a flow of consciousness thing than any well-structured thought process.
mostly, the silence is due to general lack of energy after a full day of cubby-holing/skooling/singing aloud to the ipod. in the last three months, it’s also been too much driving and looking for big gray buildings all over los angeles.
so here’s to an actual resolution: write more, dissect more, snark more.
if you were asking (and of course you were!), i’d answer that the most difficult thing i’ve yet encountered in life is having to pick oneself up. mentally, emotionally, non-procrastinatingly. to climb outta the gunk of social and familial expectations with the least amount of bruises possible. gawd daym that’s difficult. anything else, really, is cake. masters degree? cake. work? cake. ignoring ignorant ramblings of family member long enough to avoid busting out the sarcasm for the night? killer.
as is controlling the amount of eye-rolling that automates whenever really. fucking. annoying. wannabes. call up to yap and therein force you to listen to their know-it-all crap. jesus h. christ. for the love of god and all the little baby animals, just shut up. or maybe just talk to yourself — to the wall — to a stuffed animal — anything but me. be kind. i’ve got better things to expend energy upon.
so after a long day of putting up with crap (i can admit to stuck-up-ness and still love myself plenty well), the list/gamer geek in me is thrilled to find this. yieah baby. yarrrr.
ten plus years later, i finally know what it’s like to want to get on with my life. no one will know what it’s been like to muddle about in a place whilst roving aimlessly in endless circles. i cannot wait to get my ibook and drive off with it into the middle of the mountains.
end of this year maybe? so. fucking. there.
starbucks macchiato w/rum(?) and caramel for lunch.
i should go to work tipsy every day.
chrysler who that cut me off without signaling and passing within a foot of my car: DIE FUCKER.
inconsiderate downstairs neighboor who that won’t stop banging on shit day and night: DIE FUCKER.
non-potty trained bitch next door who that thinks her ucr degree and natural born status somehow accords her a worthier and more informed understanding of being american: HOW THE FUCK IS YOUR ASS ABLE TO CHEW AND WALK AT THE SAME TIME.
so basically i’m all for aborting stupendously imbecilic people. is that 75% of the population?
yieah, sounds about right.
just for the record? i say no-go for giuliani or clinton. obama fer keeps instead.
i’m a reasonable person. i also practice that whole “down to earth realism” bit. so the concept of on/off days seems logical in theory. like today — and yesterday, and last wednesday — were totally off days. healthy servings of frustration plus a generous feeling of inadequacy. ugh oh my god — my life is now starting to resemble a crappy pop song.
things repeatedly crossing my mind now that i’m driving:
- my car sucks. but then again, i’ve such a lead foot that i’d be a menace to others if i got my hands on a better engine.
- maybe, just maybe, screaming at the top of my lungs along to a george michael tune on the ipod while driving for about an hour straight is … kinda… draining…. ? maybe.
- sun glare: yieah i’m blind now.
- wtf do people slow down so much just before they’re about to make a turn?! dammit!!
- yieah. imma angry driver. road rage. all that. reckless? me? duh.
- not like i live in arcadia or anything…but any time i’m on my way back to work i feel like i’m re-entering civilization. as if i sub-consciously deride all other cities as hick-town butt-fuck nowhere or something. there may be a starbucks everywhere but there’s not a tea station everywhere — punks!
given that i’ve driven probably 1/1000th the amount of road of the average los angelino, i’ve got way too much blabbity blah to yap about.
the one day i come home before the sun has even set and i fall asleep in tiredness. boo!
furthermore, me lazy arse is an ardent supporter of “slouch around the cubby hole in JEANS BABY YIEAH!!!”. so it sucks to have to break this week’s streak tomorrow morning. sucks i tell you SUCKS!! i hate having to dress up.