Friday, May 23, 2003
Yeah, well, you don't work at 110% for your money either. |2:10 PM|
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Thursday, May 22, 2003
Boomerang Lessons |3:31 PM| I started to teach Portal how to throw a boomerang.. Just as when I started (And to this day), the learning process requires a lot of running after your fallen boomerang.
When it doesn't land near you, It lands quite a distance away.
I came up with a story idea, but I'm still working out the details. I don't know if I'll be able to put it together in a cohesive fashion, but writing out a description is a good first step.
A man loses a friend in a tragic accident. Everyone's life moves on, and a week or so later, he's out to dinner with a group of his friends/coworkers. After dinner, he remembers something he meant to tell one of the people in attendence, and calls up the guy's house. The guy's girlfriend answers, and is appalled when the main character asks to speak with his friend. The friend has been dead for a week.
The main character remembers seeing the guy, remembers seeing both guy and girlfriend toether, all in the past week. No one else does.
The trend begins, his friends start vanishing, but he's the only one that remembers them being alive before they were suddenly "dead for several weeks". I was trying to figure out a way for the main character to convince other characters with the help of someone he thinks is about to vanish/be dead all along. The soon-to-be-dead guy/gal would have to have information that was independently verifiable, that wouldn't be shared among a large group of people, that would remain the same whether the person was alive or dead. A secret pregnancy that the soon-to-be-dead guy finds out about only after he "died". (As in, guy learns about pregnancy, vanishes, has now been dead since before even the pregnant girlfriend knew, so therefore if the main character knows about it, then he can proove to the pregnant woman "something unusual is happening")
Hmmm. I hope that's cohesive. If it is, or isn't, comments, suggestions, well I have a guestbook, and an email address. Drop me a line.
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Wednesday, May 21, 2003
Never throw a boomerang backwards |10:53 AM| I re-taught myself how to throw a boomerang yesterday, and managed to get it to land within 6 feet of me. I was aiming for 10 feet, and when I hit six, I decided it was time for a shower. Next will be catching the damn thing on the way back. More than one group of people stopped to watch me throw a silly big of shaped wood, and luckily I didn't throw it backwards while anyone was actively watching. Luckily, throwing a boomerang backwards isn't dangerous, it just looks intensely stupid, as the object will rocket into the ground and begin bouncing along in an annoying fashion, forcing you to chase after it. It is impossible to look slick and stylish after doing this.
I also perfected the action movie "cartwheel over object and pick up said object" move while I was out there. I wonder what it looked like, because it certainly felt slick.
My showerhead was absolutely fucking worthless, luckily roomate Jessica had brought along a much nicer, if strangely shaped one. After a lot of crescent wrench work, cursing, and adjustments made while naked and in the shower, the showerhead was functional. Now all I have to do is avoid being roasted alive by the strange controls.
Welcome to Manville. Population: Man. The Manville water tower.
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Monday, May 19, 2003
|4:47 PM| Heintzer and Geekygrrl made such a cute couple. They've clearly gotten to be more than just comfortable with each other, it's tough to describe. The best I can do is offer an example of behavior, that during conversations with a large group of people they'll react to some invisible signal, face each other and kiss. It seems almost choreographed. I wanted to state this somewhere, and this is as good a place as any.
Removed per Geekygrrl's request. FUCK YOU EX-BOYFRIEND.
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"Curtain rods" is not always the codename for guns. |11:40 AM| I hate curtain rods. If I was to build a house with my bare hands, out of the raw materials of trees, dirt, and iron ore, I would still hire people to come in and do the curtain rod hanging. Something always goes terribly wrong with curtain rods.
Over the weekend, I put together shelves that are taller than I am, wider than I am tall, and possesing 5 shelves each capable of supporting 500 pounds. I assembled a kitchen table in less than 10 minutes, and I installed a set of metal shelves inside of a closet in which I had less than an inch of room on either side. Yet I refuse to be responsible for curtain rods. Despite this, while Portal was moving into her new apartment, I assisted her father in said rod 'o curtains installation, and without my help it likely would have become violent. Using my mechanical intuition, and a leathermen, I managed to fit the rods to the proper length, complete with side hook. When it became impossible to tighten the screws on the underside, I removed a bit from a screwdriver, and placed it in the teeth of aforementioned leatherman and created a right angle screw driver.
Such feats of (to me) simple mechanical know how impressed the family members, and thus my ego was stroked. When I mentioned as much to my family ("I helped with curtain rods. And I didn't even murder people") they pointed out that people have been coming to me for odd mechanical repairs for years. Since I was in second grade, actually. I remember fixing a globe that wouldn't spin correctly back then. I fixed my great-great-Aunt's old cukoo clocks, repaired a variety of models, yadda yadda yadda. I bring these up because they all have something in common, I had no clue what I was doing when I started, but I was able to fix them anyway. Maybe I have some useful skills after all. Besides of course, my killer tuck turn.
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|12:31 AM| This post is not about pictures of my hair. But in case you wanted to see them, here is my increasingly screwed up hair:
Hair Rebellion 1
Hair Rebellion 2
Hair Rebellion 3
I've been offline since Friday, but some interesting things happened over the weekend. What I'll do is make posts about them, so you can see them beneath this post at the times they actually occurred.
Continuing the trend of documenting Haley's hair colors, I bring you:
Haley Hair 1 and
Haley Hair 2.
I finally got to throw away my goddamn old bed. 5 damn years that $80 bed has been with me. It was getting tragic.
Artsy Fartsy black and white picture of Portalstar and it's
sequel.
Here are pictures from under my desk.
Here's another. Yes, I am a big dork. But I bring these images to you for almost a reason. I had forgotten that ages ago I had abused my color laser printing ability and printed out pin-up art and taped it down there. Totally forgotten about that, but it's still there. Blurred out for a variety of reasons.
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Yeah, well, you don't work at 110% for your money either. |2:10 PM|
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Thursday, May 22, 2003
Boomerang Lessons |3:31 PM| I started to teach Portal how to throw a boomerang.. Just as when I started (And to this day), the learning process requires a lot of running after your fallen boomerang.
When it doesn't land near you, It lands quite a distance away.
I came up with a story idea, but I'm still working out the details. I don't know if I'll be able to put it together in a cohesive fashion, but writing out a description is a good first step.
A man loses a friend in a tragic accident. Everyone's life moves on, and a week or so later, he's out to dinner with a group of his friends/coworkers. After dinner, he remembers something he meant to tell one of the people in attendence, and calls up the guy's house. The guy's girlfriend answers, and is appalled when the main character asks to speak with his friend. The friend has been dead for a week.
The main character remembers seeing the guy, remembers seeing both guy and girlfriend toether, all in the past week. No one else does.
The trend begins, his friends start vanishing, but he's the only one that remembers them being alive before they were suddenly "dead for several weeks". I was trying to figure out a way for the main character to convince other characters with the help of someone he thinks is about to vanish/be dead all along. The soon-to-be-dead guy/gal would have to have information that was independently verifiable, that wouldn't be shared among a large group of people, that would remain the same whether the person was alive or dead. A secret pregnancy that the soon-to-be-dead guy finds out about only after he "died". (As in, guy learns about pregnancy, vanishes, has now been dead since before even the pregnant girlfriend knew, so therefore if the main character knows about it, then he can proove to the pregnant woman "something unusual is happening")
Hmmm. I hope that's cohesive. If it is, or isn't, comments, suggestions, well I have a guestbook, and an email address. Drop me a line.
(0) comments
Wednesday, May 21, 2003
Never throw a boomerang backwards |10:53 AM| I re-taught myself how to throw a boomerang yesterday, and managed to get it to land within 6 feet of me. I was aiming for 10 feet, and when I hit six, I decided it was time for a shower. Next will be catching the damn thing on the way back. More than one group of people stopped to watch me throw a silly big of shaped wood, and luckily I didn't throw it backwards while anyone was actively watching. Luckily, throwing a boomerang backwards isn't dangerous, it just looks intensely stupid, as the object will rocket into the ground and begin bouncing along in an annoying fashion, forcing you to chase after it. It is impossible to look slick and stylish after doing this.
I also perfected the action movie "cartwheel over object and pick up said object" move while I was out there. I wonder what it looked like, because it certainly felt slick.
My showerhead was absolutely fucking worthless, luckily roomate Jessica had brought along a much nicer, if strangely shaped one. After a lot of crescent wrench work, cursing, and adjustments made while naked and in the shower, the showerhead was functional. Now all I have to do is avoid being roasted alive by the strange controls.
Welcome to Manville. Population: Man. The Manville water tower.
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Monday, May 19, 2003
|4:47 PM| Heintzer and Geekygrrl made such a cute couple. They've clearly gotten to be more than just comfortable with each other, it's tough to describe. The best I can do is offer an example of behavior, that during conversations with a large group of people they'll react to some invisible signal, face each other and kiss. It seems almost choreographed. I wanted to state this somewhere, and this is as good a place as any.
Removed per Geekygrrl's request. FUCK YOU EX-BOYFRIEND.
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"Curtain rods" is not always the codename for guns. |11:40 AM| I hate curtain rods. If I was to build a house with my bare hands, out of the raw materials of trees, dirt, and iron ore, I would still hire people to come in and do the curtain rod hanging. Something always goes terribly wrong with curtain rods.
Over the weekend, I put together shelves that are taller than I am, wider than I am tall, and possesing 5 shelves each capable of supporting 500 pounds. I assembled a kitchen table in less than 10 minutes, and I installed a set of metal shelves inside of a closet in which I had less than an inch of room on either side. Yet I refuse to be responsible for curtain rods. Despite this, while Portal was moving into her new apartment, I assisted her father in said rod 'o curtains installation, and without my help it likely would have become violent. Using my mechanical intuition, and a leathermen, I managed to fit the rods to the proper length, complete with side hook. When it became impossible to tighten the screws on the underside, I removed a bit from a screwdriver, and placed it in the teeth of aforementioned leatherman and created a right angle screw driver.
Such feats of (to me) simple mechanical know how impressed the family members, and thus my ego was stroked. When I mentioned as much to my family ("I helped with curtain rods. And I didn't even murder people") they pointed out that people have been coming to me for odd mechanical repairs for years. Since I was in second grade, actually. I remember fixing a globe that wouldn't spin correctly back then. I fixed my great-great-Aunt's old cukoo clocks, repaired a variety of models, yadda yadda yadda. I bring these up because they all have something in common, I had no clue what I was doing when I started, but I was able to fix them anyway. Maybe I have some useful skills after all. Besides of course, my killer tuck turn.
(0) comments
|12:31 AM| This post is not about pictures of my hair. But in case you wanted to see them, here is my increasingly screwed up hair:
Hair Rebellion 1
Hair Rebellion 2
Hair Rebellion 3
I've been offline since Friday, but some interesting things happened over the weekend. What I'll do is make posts about them, so you can see them beneath this post at the times they actually occurred.
Continuing the trend of documenting Haley's hair colors, I bring you:
Haley Hair 1 and
Haley Hair 2.
I finally got to throw away my goddamn old bed. 5 damn years that $80 bed has been with me. It was getting tragic.
Artsy Fartsy black and white picture of Portalstar and it's
sequel.
Here are pictures from under my desk.
Here's another. Yes, I am a big dork. But I bring these images to you for almost a reason. I had forgotten that ages ago I had abused my color laser printing ability and printed out pin-up art and taped it down there. Totally forgotten about that, but it's still there. Blurred out for a variety of reasons.
Labels: Broken Links, Pictures
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