Yeah, I know I haven't been keeping up. Shut up.
Lots has happened to me in the last few weeks, so I will abbreviate it by only posting the absolute necessities.
Sold the car. Got a job. Got back with my love. Broke up. Got back. Broke up. Got back. Broke up. Got back. Vaccinated. Thought I had cancer. First kiss. Tubed. Started making a bucket list. Lost ten pounds I didn't need to lose. Ate, drank, was merry. Smashed my finger really bad. And my toe. Learned my name autocorrects to "Lincolnshire." Fixed a friend's computer for myself. Watched Forrest Gump. Shed a single manly tear. Got an accordion. Got a cell phone.
So, anyway, I'm starting college in the fall. Big deal, right? Exactly, but for one main reason. I will be my own man, except on weekends, when I go home for food. I'm majoring in Physics, and oddly enough feel like I should join the theater club. I always did like acting, so I figure why not?
I have been thinking musically lately, as in I have been doing some mental songwriting. Nothing concrete yet, but it's decent stuff in my mind. I really need to carry a notebook with me when this stuff hits me, because by the time I get home, I forget what I had. All I remember is the name of my good one, "Heart Stains."
I need to write this stuff down
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
It Liiiivvvvvvveeees!
So, remember the old computer I talked about like three weeks ago? And how I was hoping to make it work? Yeahh, it's sitting in about a dozen little pieces at the curb, waiting to be picked up and taken to the dump.
The stupid thing wouldn't do anything. Finally got it to boot, but it wouldn't save anything. It wouldn't run anything. It wouldn't do anything. Finally I just started screaming at it and tore it down to its smallest components. The only thing I saved was the hard drive.
Thankfully, I have a friend who gave me her old one because it wouldn't turn on. A 512 MB RAM card and one new power supply later, I'm bumping Windows XP and defragging the hard drive, and installing some goodies too. Hopefully I can make this thing the computer I always wanted.
Also, I have a job working for a logging company. Not exactly a Staples salesman, but it pays 8.00 an hour and is only 10 minutes away from home. Unfortunately, it came a bit too late, and my car got sold out from under me. But you don't want to hear about that, you probably only want to look at pictures of funny cats. I'm sorry that the long post gap is filled with this. I promise I'll have something interesting next week.
The stupid thing wouldn't do anything. Finally got it to boot, but it wouldn't save anything. It wouldn't run anything. It wouldn't do anything. Finally I just started screaming at it and tore it down to its smallest components. The only thing I saved was the hard drive.
Thankfully, I have a friend who gave me her old one because it wouldn't turn on. A 512 MB RAM card and one new power supply later, I'm bumping Windows XP and defragging the hard drive, and installing some goodies too. Hopefully I can make this thing the computer I always wanted.
Also, I have a job working for a logging company. Not exactly a Staples salesman, but it pays 8.00 an hour and is only 10 minutes away from home. Unfortunately, it came a bit too late, and my car got sold out from under me. But you don't want to hear about that, you probably only want to look at pictures of funny cats. I'm sorry that the long post gap is filled with this. I promise I'll have something interesting next week.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
My New (read: very, very old) Computer
If there is anyone who actually reads this blog, I'm sorry that you haven't seen any produce from me for about two weeks. I have been busy. Okay, I have been lazy, but it all results in the same thing: no updates.
Today is a day of great triumph for me: I have acquired a new computer. And by new, I mean that this thing is a dinosaur that is so old that someone flat-out gave it to me. So old that it runs Windows 98. Or, at least it did before someone lost the boot files. So old that it's a Compaq. So old, it only has two USB ports. Yes, it's old. And, right now, as useful as paperweight, because it doesn't get past the "no OS found" screen. It is now up to me to fix the thing so I can use it for college papers and Minecraft, my new technological addiction.
So, anyway, I don't even have a mouse to this thing, so I'm going to have to find an old-style mouse for it so I can use it when I load Linux onto it. That's right, I'm diving into open-source OS. I'm kind of excited and scared at the same time, but right now all I need to focus on is getting the hunk of junk to run.
Today is a day of great triumph for me: I have acquired a new computer. And by new, I mean that this thing is a dinosaur that is so old that someone flat-out gave it to me. So old that it runs Windows 98. Or, at least it did before someone lost the boot files. So old that it's a Compaq. So old, it only has two USB ports. Yes, it's old. And, right now, as useful as paperweight, because it doesn't get past the "no OS found" screen. It is now up to me to fix the thing so I can use it for college papers and Minecraft, my new technological addiction.
So, anyway, I don't even have a mouse to this thing, so I'm going to have to find an old-style mouse for it so I can use it when I load Linux onto it. That's right, I'm diving into open-source OS. I'm kind of excited and scared at the same time, but right now all I need to focus on is getting the hunk of junk to run.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
The Bunny Suit (a.k.a., the Fire of a Thousand Suns)
So, time to talk about the bunny suit I am wearing for Easter.
First, last, and most of all, it is hot. Temperature wise. I put it on, and I start sweating within five minutes. I have lost four pounds in that portable sauna. I think it might be one of the portals to hell but I can't be sure.
Second, it is incredibly loose and baggy on me. I feel like I'm wearing a suit tailored for a guy about 150 pounds heavier. This isn't a bad thing, though. I have been able to slip my arms out the sleeves and into the body so I could get at a pack of gum in my pockets.
Third, the head of the costume never sits right on my head, so I have to constantly hold it in place with my chin. I have a blister on my chin from it being there so much.
I actually modified -okay, kludged- it slightly by cannibalizing a computer fan and hooking it up to a nine volt battery and put it inside the head. This makes it at least bearable inside. I might have to take a picture of it to show you just how... creative... it is.
I have had at least three screamers that were afraid of me so far, and one that didn't want to leave me.
Oh, and did I mention it's hot?
First, last, and most of all, it is hot. Temperature wise. I put it on, and I start sweating within five minutes. I have lost four pounds in that portable sauna. I think it might be one of the portals to hell but I can't be sure.
Second, it is incredibly loose and baggy on me. I feel like I'm wearing a suit tailored for a guy about 150 pounds heavier. This isn't a bad thing, though. I have been able to slip my arms out the sleeves and into the body so I could get at a pack of gum in my pockets.
Third, the head of the costume never sits right on my head, so I have to constantly hold it in place with my chin. I have a blister on my chin from it being there so much.
I actually modified -okay, kludged- it slightly by cannibalizing a computer fan and hooking it up to a nine volt battery and put it inside the head. This makes it at least bearable inside. I might have to take a picture of it to show you just how... creative... it is.
I have had at least three screamers that were afraid of me so far, and one that didn't want to leave me.
Oh, and did I mention it's hot?
Monday, April 11, 2011
Scavenger Hunt - People Edition
First person to complete the scavenger hunt and has pictures for proof gets the satisfaction of winning, and possibly their name listed as the winner of this hunt.
Hint: Walmart is a good place to find a lot of these...
□ Guy with really bad toupee
□ Someone wearing only underwear on the bottom
□ Guy with abnormally large manboobs
□ Girl with a mullet
□ Guy wearing a skirt or dress
□ Extremely overweight person wearing spandex
□ Girl wearing a backwards baseball cap
□ Someone wearing a Che Guevara tshirt
□ Guy with combover
□ Someone wearing a suit jacket on top and blue jeans on the bottom
□ Someone wearing their shirt or pants backwards
□ Guy wearing a tube top
□ Girl with "back boobs"
□ Someone wearing fuzzy slippers
□ Girl with liberty spikes
□ Girl wearing all pink, including hair
□ Anyone over the age of fourteen wearing crocs
Happy hunting!
Hint: Walmart is a good place to find a lot of these...
□ Guy with really bad toupee
□ Someone wearing only underwear on the bottom
□ Guy with abnormally large manboobs
□ Girl with a mullet
□ Guy wearing a skirt or dress
□ Extremely overweight person wearing spandex
□ Girl wearing a backwards baseball cap
□ Someone wearing a Che Guevara tshirt
□ Guy with combover
□ Someone wearing a suit jacket on top and blue jeans on the bottom
□ Someone wearing their shirt or pants backwards
□ Guy wearing a tube top
□ Girl with "back boobs"
□ Someone wearing fuzzy slippers
□ Girl with liberty spikes
□ Girl wearing all pink, including hair
□ Anyone over the age of fourteen wearing crocs
Happy hunting!
Monday, April 4, 2011
On the Subject of Money
Today I went outside to look at my project car, a 1966 Ford Mustang. I realized just how far I have to getting it road ready, and seeing as I don't have a source of income at the moment, it's rather disheartening.
To get the thing road-legal, I need a new windshield, shift boot, steering rack, weatherstripping, and a closed floorpan.
To make it presentable/better, I need a new paint job, seat covers, carpet, upholstery, speakers, radio, ball joints, the original cooling fan, and radiator. That's all I can think of for now, but you get the idea. I really need a job. Or any way to make money, for that matter.
Which segues me into my next and totally unrelated topic: I am this year's Easter bunny. To be more specific, I am going to help my photographer friend do Easter pictures at the mall by dressing up in a rabbit costume and sitting kids on my knee. It is not the most wanted job but hey, someone has to do it, and the promise of payment is an incentive hard to turn down.
Barring this isolated cash cow, though, I am unemployed. This summer is going to be rough.
To get the thing road-legal, I need a new windshield, shift boot, steering rack, weatherstripping, and a closed floorpan.
To make it presentable/better, I need a new paint job, seat covers, carpet, upholstery, speakers, radio, ball joints, the original cooling fan, and radiator. That's all I can think of for now, but you get the idea. I really need a job. Or any way to make money, for that matter.
Which segues me into my next and totally unrelated topic: I am this year's Easter bunny. To be more specific, I am going to help my photographer friend do Easter pictures at the mall by dressing up in a rabbit costume and sitting kids on my knee. It is not the most wanted job but hey, someone has to do it, and the promise of payment is an incentive hard to turn down.
Barring this isolated cash cow, though, I am unemployed. This summer is going to be rough.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
The More You Know
In this world of l33t speak and chronic misspelling, there needs to be someone out there to bring education to the unwashed masses. I hope you can glean something from some of these words that may or may not be of use to you.
Defenestration: n. The act of throwing a thing or especially a person out a window.
Eschew: v. To avoid or shun.
Hallux: n. the big toe.
Quinquennium: n. Five of something.
Xyloid: adj. Woodlike.
Tutelary: 1)adj. Protecting. 2)n. Protector, guardian.
Manumit: v. Set free.
Jongleur: n. Singer or entertainer.
Defenestration: n. The act of throwing a thing or especially a person out a window.
Eschew: v. To avoid or shun.
Hallux: n. the big toe.
Quinquennium: n. Five of something.
Xyloid: adj. Woodlike.
Tutelary: 1)adj. Protecting. 2)n. Protector, guardian.
Manumit: v. Set free.
Jongleur: n. Singer or entertainer.
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