2002.10.30 (from the archives)

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2002.10.30 – 2:00am

Hey folks. Things are gearing up for Halloween celebrations. Not sure what I’m going as, but it’ll come to me in the last minute. So far, pretty much going as what I went as last year. A minor demon. Ah well. Nothing like getting more mileage out of my horns. Maybe I’ll post some pics.

The new apartment is swell. It’s peaceful. Cheap. Slowly getting the home network set up and installed. We’re operational, but the cables on the floor ain’t pretty. I was amazed how easy it was to set up my linux server with two ethernet cards, routing, NAT, and firewalling. Some complications, some package reinstalls, but it’s working like a dream. I like.

We still don’t have a microwave oven, but somehow I don’t think I miss having one around. I’m actually cooking. This is a new thing to me. Heh. Me, actually cooking. What a concept!

I finally bit the bullet. I signed up on an internet personals website. Created a profile, made a picture for it (which I really like), and started sending replies to several women’s cool ads. I finally got a few bites over the weekend. Chatting with a girl who appears to be a real sweetheart. Got to chat with her last night; we’re discussing going to see a live show some time soon. I’m just hoping all this will actually result in something really good. Shawn needs some good in his life.

About my site, I’m not too sure about it’s current design. I kinda like it, but on small browser window it’s downright ugly. Also, the scroller interface seems so…cludgy. I should probably reconsider my design. Then again, if I would actually work on my website engine, this wouldn’t be a problem.

Well, instead of working on my website, I have been working elsewhere. Still staying productive in my hobbies. My latest project, “Terran and Proud” (.avi, 30secs, 9.4megs), just kind of came together two weeks ago. I’m so in love with the look of this video. When I selected the font for this, the rest of it found its voice. It’s like an old reel from the 50’s with a 50’s ideal of the future (did that make sense?). Music is planned for later addition. Yep, another Glass Door project. Take a look (requires the MPEG4 codec).

So long.

2002.09.27 (from the archives)

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2002.09.27 – 3:30am

It is time for a change. Patrick, one of my roomates, and I will be moving into a new place. Due to some situations surrounding us and a lot of details I won’t go into here on this site, both of us decided to take our housing situation into our own hands and accelerate the inevitable. Within a few months, we will have had to find a place anyway; now is the best time of the year to do so, what with all the UT students back and apartments sitting there with empty units. I say it’s a damned good time to be a renter. ¡Viva la renter!

It’s a nice, 2 bedroom, 1 1/2 bathroom apartment in a small complex, what looks like it used to be a motel or something, like back when Hwy 290 traffic brought travelers into town. The neighbors appear to be cool, more working-class types, and two of my friends live, like, 2 doors down from us. Gas and water are paid; our only bills will be electricity, and then cable-modem and phone. Believe me, brother, it’ll be nice to live on the cheap. And get this: this place, for its price and location, is huge, something like 930 square feet (which, apparently is “large”). The whole place is very well kept. The pool has been cemented-over, apparently after a previous resident tried to jump into it from the second-floor balcony. (True Darwinism at its finest, folks.) The grounds outside the complex are OK, but the open-air courtyard is well maintained. Even the railings have a good solid coat of aqua-green paint. Nice, nice.

I can’t wait to begin moving next week. But no rest for the wicked until it’s done. (*yawn*)

It’s bedtime for Bonzo. G’nite.

2002.09.18 (from the archives)

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2002.09.18 – 11:00pm

Hi there, y’all. Site update. Word. I’m not even going to apologize for the five months of website silence. If you know me, then you’ll know that it’s par for the course, baby.

Lately, though, I’ve been toying around with a lot of programming this week, and the major part of it the past few days has been the JavaScript on this site. Not completely done, but it works in just about every browser (your mileage may vary). You can now scroll the news/journal document window using the arrows on the right; each click scrolls a certain amount. I’ve done everything in my power to make this as cross-browser as possible. If you have problems, send me a message and tell me about it. After all this work, sometimes I can’t help but feel, after all the research I’ve done online, that I’ve re-invented the wheel. Then so be it. More wheels = more fault tolerance. (think about that one)

So, personally: doing what I can to keep a good head on my shoulders. Seems people have been getting awfully moody around here, but somehow I manage to keep a decent attitude about it. Dunno. ::shrugs:: Been feeling a little bit more aggro the past few days, like in a “c’mon, dammit, let’s get this shit done for crissakes” way. It’s a good thing, I’ll say that. I’m so tired of waffling around, and having everyone else around me waffle around on things. It’s time to get business done. Seriously. Grrrrr.

I think I’ve finally settled on a design for my first tattoo, whenever it is that I’ll be able to afford such a luxury. I’ll tell you about the design and the story behind it later. I’m still kicking it around for feedback.

My roomate situation is borderline floopflop. Dunno what to say about what’s going on, but with this being a public forum, I can’t say much.

Work? Still employed, almost enjoyably so. The workflow is steady at times; though a few of my coworkers know how to slack, we still kick a lot of ass in getting those books made and shipped out. More books = more profit = more pay.

And I still don’t have a steady girlfriend. Care to donate one?

2002.04.09 (from the archives)

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2002.04.09 – 4:47pm

hello, friends. update apologies. distracted.

new job. finally. started three weeks ago. once again, feels nice to work in a print shop. so, um, familiar. it’s like my level of competence just shot through the roof.

on the flipside, been working on a bit of music; my project, Glass Door. finally answering some muses. links to follow.

[page2] phaysis (from the archives)

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7:51 PM 3/9/00

Ah. A night OFF. Could it BE time well spent? Could I actually go OUT at night for once? Quite POSSIBLY.

Working my night JOB, I rarely get the chance to GET out and enjoy my TIME off. Living at NIGHT, all my “DAYS” are the same – DARK. It’s tough being awake when everybody ELSE is asleep. It wears on you AFTER a while — it’s worn on ME, and it’s wearing pretty THIN.

It seems to me that most of my ADULT life (and part of my teen years) has been SPENT doing things that preclude me FROM joining my peers in their PURSUITS, keeping me from developing too strong a BOND with them. I hear war-stories and RECOLLECTIONS of their activities as SECOND-hand retellings, like reading a history BOOK with a sense of humor; one of those “you HAD to be there” stories that never ENDS. In high school, I had a summer JOB that took the FREE-time I could have spent WITH most of my friends and took me AWAY from them. In NORTH Carolina, I had a night job that LEFT me solitary for an ENTIRE year before I left it: that was WHEN I suddenly developed a gathering of FRIENDS — for once, I finally met PEOPLE, but it took a virtual vow of POVERTY to do it (some call it UNEMPLOYMENT).

It seems THAT, in my cards, there is no RECONCILIATION between having a JOB and HAVING friends.

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That sounded pretty TEEN-ANGST, didn’t it? Geez. What I mean WITH that is this: if some PATTERN begins to appear to you, SOMETHING that, in smaller doses, wouldn’t be ALARMING, but on a LIFE-LONG scale would drive someone to ANGER, tears, and depressive RESIGNATION, such as this job-v-friends thing, then it GETS pretty annoying.


See, I’ve had jobs during the DAY before. I’ve done the monday to FRIDAY 8 to 5 grind before; sure, I’ve BITCHED about doing it WHILE I was doing it (such is my nature), but at the least it released my EVENINGS to continue my pursuit of people who would RECOMMEND their time to me, people who would VOUCH for me, people who would actually GIVE a [damn] about me. Now that I’ve FOUND those people, and they know me, and they care for me, my 4-month-old NIGHT job has basically PRECLUDED me (once again) from continuing a FRUITFUL relationship with my friends, and has precluded ME from any chance of MEETING anyone new.

Was I a raucous SOCIALITE in a past life? Is this nothing more than COINCEDENCE? Is it in my CARDS, or in my head?