Sun Aug 19 2001 01:19:00 GMT-0700 (Pacific Daylight Time)
Well, it's official...Cox@Home (my cable modem provider) sucks. They have finally gone and filtered port 80 in order to prevent people from running personal web servers...which means that if you're reading this you've connected on an alternate port and probably already realize this. The catalyst for this drastic measure was probably the Code Red virus that still plagues the net and infects windows users who either don't know how to download security patches or didn't even know they were running a web server in the first place. I completely disagree with @Home's policy here and I think other steps should have been taken. Oh well, the world is full of money-obsessed corporations who don't care about ideals...
Fri Aug 10 2001 12:03:00 GMT-0700 (Pacific Daylight Time)
Well, it's been a long time coming, but I finally managed to throw up a new intro/spash page. I also changed the look/feel of the left frame menu. I think these two changes give the site more of a consistent look/feel. Although I don't have access to Netscape 4.XX, I can almost guarantee that the intro screen won't work. I've only tested it on Mozilla (my primary and favorite browser) and IE5. It's pointless to try and support Netscape 4.XX now, really...upgrade to Mozilla...you won't be sorry. Oh yeah, I also finished the page describing my bent instrument, the morbisceiver. It's categorized in the art section for now. I think it's now time do to some work on Dustin's stuff before he kills me. :)
Thu Aug 09 2001 13:39:00 GMT-0700 (Pacific Daylight Time)
Fuck Texas Tech football. In fact, mother fuck Texas football in general. Yes, that includes Oklahoma too. In case you can't tell, I think I've been pushed to the limit in this place of football fanatics. Stacy and I apparently made the mistake of setting our wedding date on the day of the biggest football game this season: Oklahoma vs. Tech on Nov. 17th. Who would have figured that we would need to check a goddamn football season schedule to plan our wedding?!? Although it's well over 3 months before the big event/game, all the decent hotels in this shithole town are booked full! I just can't believe it. On top of all that, apparently it's considered a special events weekend and they jack up the prices. Just great. I always knew how popular football is in this part of the country, but this just takes the cake. I did manage to get 6 decent rooms guaranteed. I hope that will suffice. If you're a football fan and you buy tickets and make fucking travel plans and hotel reservations 5 months in advance for a GAME, you really need to get a life. Unless your son is the quarterback or you yourself used to play for the team, you have got NO GOOD REASON to make football that important. Period. Fuck off. Ok, I feel a little better...[end of rant]
Mon Aug 06 2001 00:12:00 GMT-0700 (Pacific Daylight Time)
Well dammit. I wasted way too much time today. I was all motivated and tore my server out of the rack in order to upgrade to RH7.1. Spent all day carefully selecting packages etc. etc. to find out (after 3 failed attempts) that this shitty Seagate HD is toast. Blah. I stand by my previous statements: Seagate hard drives suck ass! I will never buy another Seagate HD and I recommend that you stay away from them as well. The one that is now officially toast was actually a replacement for a replacement. What a fucking sorry product. What a waste of my time. This HD was in Stacy's old P133 machine...I suspect that's what caused her so many problems. Perhaps I should send it back to them with a nasty note telling them where they can stick it. If you have a better use for a broken 2Gb drive, please let me know. On the bright side of things...I we rented Rush Hour so that we could be up-to-speed for part two. Ok, so it was Lethal Weapon remade with different actors...so what...it was still funny.
Mon Jul 30 2001 10:36:00 GMT-0700 (Pacific Daylight Time)
Perhaps its apathy. Maybe it's boredom and frustration and boredom. Maybe it's melancholy feelings and a true hatred for the things I do with on a daily basis. Or maybe these are just pathetic rationalizations and complicated ways of saying that I just don't give a fuck. Yeah, I'm smoking.
Sun Jul 22 2001 23:40:00 GMT-0700 (Pacific Daylight Time)
Last night was a blast! stm, me, and Lobo and some other folks met up at Einsteins to check out Fydolla Ho! I thought they rocked! Especially in a place like Lubbock, this band was a much needed change. Not necessarily groundbreaking new style, but they played with intensity and energy and what I heard I liked! I took some photos, I'll put 'em up real soon, that's a promise.
Sun Jul 22 2001 23:33:00 GMT-0700 (Pacific Daylight Time)
Well...it's well into week 3 and we are still tobacco free. I do have to say that the cravings are getting less frequent, but it's weird...each one now seems more powerful. It's quite strange. Now if only they would just hurry up and make that damn cancer vaccine...
Fri Jul 06 2001 11:12:00 GMT-0700 (Pacific Daylight Time)
It's official: Stacy and I quit smoking today. Long live The Patch. The reasons for quitting are obvious. It's bad for our health, it gives us bad breath and makes us stink, turns our teeth yellow, kills our sense of smell and taste, and it's gotten too fucking expensive! You know what though, I fucking love smoking. I love packing the box before opening the top. I love the way that clear plastic wrapper will stick to anything. I love the smell of a freshly opened pack. I love the sound my zippo makes when I flip it open and strike the flint...and the follow-up sound of the first drag is equally pleasing. I love perfecting my cigarette butt flick (both for distance and accuracy). I love a cigarette after sex. I love the way that first cigarette feels in the morning, and I love the taste of a smoke right after a good meal. I guess the above summary demonstrates my situation perfectly: I'm a fucking addict. Well no more my dear friends. I'm determined to kick that little fucking monkey. Probably the best part is the money. Once we get weened off the patch, the saving are really going to be crazy. Here's the way I figure it. We each smoke a pack a day. Unless you buy cartons (which we were really too lazy to do), the current price is somewhere between $3.50 and $4.00 per pack. Let's say $3.50 to be conservative. Between the two of us, we're saving $7.00 per day! So in a month we're saving roughly $210.00. Crazy, crazy, crazy. In 5 months we will have saved over $1000. In a year it's well over $2500. Rad.
Sun Jul 01 2001 09:27:00 GMT-0700 (Pacific Daylight Time)
I'm calling my first modified toy instrument completed. I finished it last night. Originally, it was built from the "Micro Jammers" 6-pad ultra cheesy drum machine thing. I am still amazed at some of the sounds this thing can create. Hopefully, I'll take a few pics (of the outside anway, there's no way I'm opening that back up!) and create a little page for it under the art section. Yeah. And I'll take some recordings of the various noises this thing can make. I think the next thing I'll bend is this little toy piano that Dean gave me a while back. I don't plan on doing too much to it. I really want to mount it inside this old cordless phone, but it's going to be a tight squeeze.
Sun Jul 01 2001 09:10:00 GMT-0700 (Pacific Daylight Time)
Well, I saw "A.I." on Friday. What a complete disappointment. While I will admit that my expectations were quite high, this movie failed to live up to any of them. Apparently, the film began as some kind of Kubrick project and was handed down to Spielberg. Unfortunately, this film didn't have that true feel of either director. I think that my two (of many) biggest complains relate to the music and the improper handling of the subject material. The music was just horrible. It wasn't interesting. It was used improperly. And often. What's the point in having music constantly playing in the background with frequent violin swells to try and tug some emotional response from viewers? It just doesn't work. Even worse, I feel that the subject matter was handled improperly. More to the point, Spielberg took a really good idea (admittedly, I like the idea behind the story) and fucked it up. I waked away from this film feeling like Spielberg has no idea what it really means for a machine to posess true intelligence/consciousness. I felt a little sick when the close-encounters-alien-meets-contact-father anorexic futureborg muttered that crap about "space time continuum stores information blah blah traversing a path changes things". Whatever. Poor writing. Save your money.