rbsn ~ excursive

lord british just returned from space.

err. when did he even leave??

anyway, cool stuff. i’d like to be filthy rich enough to hang out in space for a bit too.

in all seriousness now…

yes on 8 is silly. the fact that something like 8 is even being debated about is silly.

whoever said that the marriage should just be removed from any legal usage and instead be replaced with “civil union” is smart. seperation of church and state. all this fricken whining, over a word. damn people. there are other things to ruckus about.

i’m going to die from the cuteness.

i’m also now on a mission to incorporate puggle into my daily vocab usage. it would be a crime not to.

so when it says “localhost” it’s actually referring to, you know, the local host.

i.
just.
no comment.

my gray matter demonstrates unique inability to function in a literal-minded work environment.
it so burns.

to the-guy-who-lost-weight-from-some-exercise-machine-commercial:

you saying that “now i just give my clothes to my fat friends!!” means that if i ever see you on the street i will use a reverse-lipo procedure to migrate whale fat straight up your ass. this is to get your body to match your ego. and in all honesty, i don’t even think that chugging the lard from an entire whale into your butt is enough to match how big your dingdong head has swollen.

to the-guy-who-complained-about-fred-mercury-not-ever-publicly-coming-out:

hey there mister “it’s all about me and my struggles and my fweeeings!!! waaaah!!!”, fred mercury had no obligation to help you deal with your issues. it’s called Keeping Private Life Private. why people think celebrities gotta air their troubles to help the common people deal with their own lives is ridiculous. what? you’ve lost will power all of a sudden and you can’t bother to give a shit about yourself? tough cookies. your fault that you loose in the human race.

i can’t stand whiny people who push their issues onto people around them.

how bizarre. been using graffiti mail for the past decade and just now found out that they’re the email provider for sanriotown and the hellokitty mmorpg. a strange sort of vindication on my steadfast attachment to the graffiti folks. it’s sooo weird…the familiar blue and yellow layout looks exactly the same. except everything’s in pink with web2.0 curves and splattered with disgustingly sugary graphics!! gah!! going blind!!!

never synced with socially accepted norms. as in during high school, i never felt i was A Freshman, A Sophmore, A Junior, or A Senior. these were labels that made sense only when i was filling out forms. likewise for College Student, Young Adult, Working Professional, so on and so forth. only just recently has something happened in which i feel fully identifiable and justified as Grown Up: when i see high school kids and think “zomg so young and tender”. when toddlers get punished with time-outs and i crack up at the silly cuteness of it all. i’m finally at a stage where i can step away into my own holding ground and view the world through a more confident lens. that, to me, is growing up. that kinda growing up should be the criteria for defining a Grown Up.

i seriously hate being forced to be on the ball when i’m so light-headed from running on adrenaline fumes. ugh. then i go home and become useless after collapsing from utter mental exhaustion.

in regards to prop 8 (without god): why you gotta stick yo nose into other people’s bidness? who cares if they’re married/divorced/spending too much time with their inflatable companion?! that’s their bidness. as long as this bidness is not threatening your belief in yourself and your wee little world, who gives a sheet.

in regards to prop 8 (with god): why you gotta stick yo nose into other people’s bidness? love above all. jesus loves everyone — even rabid, misshappen puppies. it’s not your job to go around judging the validity of someone’s life choices as long as their life choices are not destroying (again!) your belief in yourself as defined by yourself and god. whatever god decides to be lame and deemed “hell-able” is up to him, and not you. inability to tolerate sounds more like a ticket to a Really Hot Place, ifyaknowhatimean.

peee essss #1: how is it oh-so-offensive and destroying of life values to be referred to as party A or party B? are you somehow lesser in character and stature than you were before said labelization? why do you even give a sheet about labelization anyway!? it’s legal terminology and really should have no bearing on how you view yourself (ooo…the strength of self-perception!!). if you’re wimpy enough to feel categorically diminished because of legal paperwork — child, you got bigger issues to worry about than fighting gay marriage rights.

peee essss #2: halllloooohhh!!!! MARRIAGE WAS CREATED AS A PILLAR OF THE HEREDITARY ECONOMIC SYSTEM. it’s roots are found in hereditary economy — where the ties that bind were built in blood — and blood, as you know, are found in babies. gay marriage don’t result in babies and thus hetero marriage was, so obviously!, the more acceptable choice to legalize contracts between two families of economic means. cuz with trade and moneys comes laws to govern people’s greed and thus the institution of marriage gets roped into all the legalese. so yieah, marriage has evolved over the centuries into our current lovey-dovey definition — but darhlinks, please note that the man and woman clause gets much of its bolster from ancient economic hoo-hah.

peee essss #3: BUT GOD SEZ IT’S WRONG!! are you god?? oh wait you’re not!!

peee essss #4: BUT THE BIBLE SEZ IT’S WRONG!! according to a book written by HOOMANS. peeps. homies. bros. old, wrinkly white guys with an agenda. a religious, most likely loving agenda — but an agenda nonetheless. the only word i believe in is god’s and god is in my heart. nobody’s been able to pry that open to read it yet, so nyah to you.

peee esssss #5: it’s a stupid piece of paper!! maybe i’ll be the only one to hold this view, but srsly, fuck labels and pieces of paper. i am who i am and whatever categories anyone (government or otherwise) chooses to place me in is INCONSEQUENTIAL next to my belief in myself and own strength of self-perception. marriage, as with anything else, is what you choose to view it as. and because imma view it in my own nit-picky, persnickety way, everyone else gets the freedom to view it however they want to as well. it’s called fairplay. as per what that jesus guy said.

home. and it smells like lollicup popcorn chicken around here. wtf??

when i get stressed, i get extensive stomach upset. boo.

of late the head’s been feeling like it’s attached via rollerball — no true anchor. light-headed a lot. stressing as usual on deserved stresses as well as non-worthy stresses. there’s a little more added to the mix each day as per the whims of life. no wonder the weird stomach noises in the night. and (TMI!) inability to poop smoothly. ya needed to know that eh.

there was a bunch of stuff i needed to do. for the life of me, my gray matter has passed out and i can’t remember not a one of them at the moment.

i seriously love that i’ve finally progressed to a place where i can put up any shiny graphic i want and actually be pleased with how said shiny graphic turned out. it only took about five years.

that settled, i have yet to beat the monster that is code. it’s so…hard to read. arggh!!!

dear jay chou:

for the love of god ENUNCIATE when you sing.

and please DO NOT CRY either.

i don’t get kids these days who think weepy voice + slurring lyrics = emotional presentation. it’s so fucking annoying and utterly fake.

this message goes out to john mayer as well. and ashley simpson. and all the new emo, neo-punk acts on the scene for the past 5 years. y’all make listening to the radio painful.

many moons later….

back.

the journey back sucked. mostly due to my ineptitude at pursuing timely software upgrades. and, yieah okay, my tendency to speed read and thus gloss over Literal Meaning Of Words When In A Technical Context. like, when it says XML, it doesn’t mean, you know, CSV culled from a sql backup.

1 – take most of a night to figure out how to forward domain name servers.
2 – domain forwarding takes about a day.
3 – log into new hosting. start working on restoring scratchpad posts.
4 – realize that i can’t because whb installed a much newer version of wp than what i using back at globat. spend another “most of the night” trying to figure out how to macgyver the numerous types of csv/xml/blahblahblah sql table backups into the new version of wp.
5 – discover that it will take A Shit Load of macgyvering. because i was so smart as to export with quotes and NO HEADERS. new wp works best if importing from its very own proprietory xml format.
6 – fuck it, revert doman servers back to globat.
7 – go to bed Very Annoyed.
8 – find out at work the next day that domain forwarding worked. BUT I CAN’T FUCKING UPDATE GLOBAT’S WP INSTALL BECAUSE THERE’S NO FTP AT WERK. FUCK.
9 – go home. fall asleep while leveling up in londi-world 2. download newest version of wp and install it onto globat hosting. fell asleep again before i can muster up the energy to backup the posts in wp’s xml format.
10 – stroke of brilliance strikes in which i bring the portable sd card drive to work. i can backup the posts and theme codes to it, revert the name servers back to whb, then install the whole lot when i get back home!!
11 – attempt at brilliance is EPIC FAIL. because i forget to actually copy the xml backup of the posts onto the portable drive. themes, yes. posts, no. kinda defeats the purpose of the whole exercise. wtf.
12 – revert domain back to whb anyway. i think (fuck i HOPE) i have the xml backup still lying around the werk computer’s local c.
13 – yes it is on the local c! praise be hallelujah! restore posts to whb’s install of wp at werk. and it’s a home-run!!
14 – come home and restore theme code. all is fucking well. finally.

entire journey took over three weeks. this includes the prequel wherein i think i’m all badass because i managed to find out how to create backups of the sql tables using the php console. nevermind that these backups ultimately 1) become outdated because my lazy arse took forever to migrate to whb and 2) ARE USELESS BECAUSE UPGRADED WP WORKS BEST WITH ITS XML BACKUP FORMAT.

what really got my ass in gear to re-setup scratchpad at whb was this post. because guess what [insert entirely snippy and inappropriate derogatory misnomer], taiwan has become as much of a melting pot (if not more) than the states. and it’s not entirely comprised of people who are native to the island. my family came from the mainland. our mother tongue is NOT taiwanese, it’s mandarin. and we’re not the only folks with this background — not to mention the people who immigrated from nearby islands like japan and corea. to say that mandarin is now a stronghold because of the recent influx of business relations with china is bullcrap. maybe back in the post-ww2 years it was a nice balance between mandarin and taiwanese — but in no way was taiwanese ever the mother tongue of the island majority (unless you go back 200 years, and even then there were other native tribes who didn’t speak a lick of taiwanese). so while yieah, okay, i get the author’s saying that maybe things like education would be improved if the system focused on the mother tongue — his assumption that simply because the country’s called taiwan and therefore the main language for everyone must be taiwanese annoys me with its inaccuracy. it’s that broad generalization thing taken to an inexcusable extreme because it’s not even based on any established stereotypes. it’s like assuming that all people who live in africa celebrate kwanzaa. wtf with the random left-field curve ball when the game rules haven’t even been established.

ugh. so yieah. had to get that off my chest.

there’s been other stuffs that’s happened in the interim but i can’t remember them to write about them. maybe later when something random sparks and my gray matter refreshes.