January 2009
1 post
December 2008
1 post
this guy sounds bananas. I like it.
via Mig
rrots72 (10:17:37 PM): Dude I had the gnarliest dream ever
ardust (10:17:51 PM): dave mccutcheon vacuuming naked?
rots72 (10:17:53 PM): last night I dreamt that someone bet me $10k that I wouldn’t cut off my nipple
rots72 (10:17:58 PM): and for some reason, in the dream
rots72 (10:18:05 PM): I thought that it wouldn’t hurt or anything
ots72 (10:18:13 PM): so I had one...
August 2008
2 posts
Amazing.
A while back, I did something admittedly stupid for a friend with no health insurance. He ran out of psych medications and out of misguided empathy I went to the hospital ER, pretended to be depressed and out of Paxil so they would give me more and I could pass them along. 4 hours later, after a 2 hour psych exam, they had me take some of them and wrote a prescription for a little more. Combined...
July 2008
2 posts
My pants are fancy
the older I get the more little things I remember about my parents being relatively broke when I was younger and doing things like buying postcards at the museum and matting them into an interesting composition on the wall when they couldn’t afford art, or using those cans of orange juice from concentrate. And I have to wonder at the elemental unfairness of raising a child into near adulthood and...
Country Music Programming (via Andy Doe)
In R&B, the words are merely a vehicle for the performance. People with amazing voices perform fearless acts of vocal agility over what are usually banal and uninspired lyrics.
For country music, which must, sadly, be performed by country singers, this is usually impossible. As a result, we must judge country singers by the content of the lyrics that were written for them by somebody else....
April 2008
1 post
you motherfuckers. →
March 2008
1 post
Oh fuck you.
I was sympathetic until I read the last line of this email: “I was stopped at the light at Deanza/Mariani behind the Apple Shuttle A bus. The bus started to back up and I honked my horn many times, kept coming and so I got in reverse and backed up some and he still managed to hit me. His next drop was at IL1. If you were on this bus and remember what happened will you please let me know? I...
February 2008
1 post
January 2008
1 post
December 2007
3 posts
my new bible. →
Shit.
I just got a breakdown for the closing costs for the apartment I am apparently buying next week. It’s more than I can afford, but I know it won’t hit me until I sign on the dotted line and then move on to being the brokest-ass person on the planet. Good thing I *like* the taste of Ramen. And Ron’s Italian so I can throw some pasta at him. I just hope the cannabis club downstairs...
I hate the spanish language sometimes.
I was talking to my mom yesterday, and she offhandedly commented that my grandmother was in the hospital, where she has just had a leg amputated because of some sort of explosion—then she said she had to go and hung up. The rest of the evening, while trying to call my family and getting only voicemail, I imagined some sort of apocalyptic blast that ripped up the streets and left my grandmother,...
November 2007
8 posts
this week's layer tennis is freaking awesome.... →
It’s getting too cold for this song, but...
Note to Self
When stepping away from your desk, don’t leave your shuffle function on when your iTunes track is your status. Otherwise you come back from a meeting, and 10 people have IMd you to ask why you seem to have had “Gay Dance Radio: Ass-Shaking Mary Music 24/7” on for the past 40 minutes.
*sniff* why aren’t there more love songs...
Poor band.
There are some pretty neato things about working where I do, like getting to see up-and-coming bands who come to play for us, probably hoping to catch a glimpse of Uncle Steve or at least Jony Ive. But feel bad for them, because all the get is a bunch of grazing, ranch dressing-spattered suburbanites gazing bovinely at them and halfheartedly clapping when they realize the music ended.
Peeing on Mom.
When I was 12 or so, my mom stepped on a sea urchin and was in a lot of pain. My dad said the only cure was for someone to pee on her foot…unfortunately, he didn’t have to go. So he enlisted his best friend, and I got to watch him relieve himself on the moms, after which she seemed to feel much better…about a month later, the subject of the pee-cure came up somehow in conversation, and he...
October 2007
28 posts
oh reaaaalllllly? →
Fire Aftermath
I’m going to sound like such an asshole for saying this.
I feel terrible for the families in SoCal who lost everything. I really do; it’s a horrible tragedy and whoever set the fires needs to die ugly and in public.
But watching CNN’s coverage, their big cry-scene of a person who lost something was a woman pointing to a burnt-out, late-model car, saying “that was my...
Interesting Ability.
I’ve thought about this, and and I still maintain that a pretty impressive superpower is the ability to make women menstruate at will. Messing with that level of hormones could pretty rapidly allow you to amass an army of messed-up, pissed-off women who would do anything in order to feel better. Also dispatching female opponents would be easy, using anything from their sense of shame to...
I love finding people from work on the interwebs →
Space can suck it.
Is it bad that I just don’t give a shit about space? I’m sure that means my nerd license is revoked, but I really just don’t. We suck enough here on earth without making sure we spread it to other innocent galaxies. We’re probably in the alien equivalent of a mason jar with holes in the top anyway.
Make your own flag. Here's mine. →
Ow.
The fancy new wine bar across the street should give out buttons at the end of the night: “My wallet and brainpan hydration were brutally raped at *name* and all I got was this debilitating hangover”
my next pet. →
Call me expensive lint.
Just got back from a Music 2.0 talk in which I felt like I was drowning in my own irrelevance and obsolescence, then sat in a meeting where I was, well…even the word “superfluous” doesn’t really cover how useless I was. Kind of nice to get paid to sit there and nod knowingly:)
JK Rowlings has been sleeping with Joseph... →
The Design Gods are angry.
I just got a splitting headache that coincided with finishing a small graphic, in which I used Photoshop’s “bevel” filter for the very first time. Coincidence?
I think not.
I don't know if I'm hungry or want to go to the... →
Sweet Powers
I’ve eaten enough artificial sweetener for it to have given me superpowers, if such a thing were possible. I which case, the world would be a seriously fucked up place, if those with the ability to cause massive destruction, etc. were all people on diets or messed-up sugar levels. I predict instant implosion of most of LA and NYC… It would just make me nervous. Although…if they blew up the...
Career Limitations
certain jobs, like design, have such a short expiration date on work that’s produced that if you don’t keep up constantly and continue to put out design, in three short years, your entire portfolio becomes obsolete. You don’t even get any cool OG-cred like with some technology-related fields for working with old tools; you just look lame.
Which is why I am now totally screwed...
Sweet and Sour
Unexpected and heartwarming, if somewhat smelly, romance on my block this morning in the form of a homeless couple spooning on a discarded mattress.
Embarrassment is mammalian
Apparently, when mammals experience embarrassment, they touch their faces and expose their vulnerable necks in order to appease others. Even little bunny rabbits. I can’t wait to see what I do when I see the random work person I somehow had filthy dreams about last night in the hallway.
NO! No no no no no!
Drakkar Noir, applied liberally to every pore of your goddamned body does not make you attractive, weird mumbly swarthy dude on other side of cube wall. No!
I thought this was an Onion article at first. →
My dad = Danny De Vito
at least his character in “Its Always Sunny In Philadelphia.” He gets into silly ideas full throttle and then completely loses interest…I remember the mid-eighties, when he discovered the exciting new market in glow sticks. There were 120 goddamn cases of glowsticks in our basement; glowstick earrings, bracelets, necklaces and at the end of long twirly-strings. Had we stayed in the US...
I'm sick, I tell ya.
One problem with listening to a lot of health/psychology podcasts/classes is that you start to think you have all these disorders. A friend who studied psychology told me a long time ago that before the professors got them into coursework they warned the class that this would happen to give them a heads-up.
Currently, I suffer from Asperger’s and rapid cycling Bipolar II with a soupçon of...
Awkward Cake.
people at work came into my cube and sang happy birthday 2 weeks after the fact, piggybacked onto someone else’s birthday. Then we sat around and ate it uncomfortably. I dare you to think of a more awkward situation. Oh wait, I got it: one of my teammates said re: frosting: “I know it feels good, but I ain’t eating it.” And someone took it there.
“Sometimes you...
I love Peel.
This software I had, for some reason, known about and ignored is now saving me hours of time. I can use this great little player to troll all of my MP3 blogs and get a full preview, *then* choose to either download the track or not.
Now I can get all my new music, listen to it, and *then* decide whether I want to go back and read some hipster’s article about how awesome it is. Now I just...
" 'Happy' is not a word we use here."
I just got out of a meeting and my boss made the above comment, in reference to a certain Jesus Device in our product line. I thought it was pretty funny.
September 2007
31 posts
iTunes U
I’ve been listening to a few classes from Berkeley, and I’m starting to form attitudes about the people in the class, even though they are off-mike and I can’t hear what they tell the professor—the only way I know they’re saying something is because the teacher says “Yes Alex?” or “What do you think Robert?”
Alex is a know-it-all teacher’s...