Saturday, February 23, 2008
|3:47 AM| I keep forgetting to dig the better .css file out of the folders on the other machine for the site.
I've also had the same color scheme for about 5 years now. I think it's time to change it up a bit.
My exile is apparently going to be about a month longer or so. I'm going to buy a small fridge for the hotel room, and a hot plate I think. Some free weights wouldn't be the worst idea in the world, either. Might as well continue to buff myself up a bit.
At least the lack of distractions/happiness will help my studying.
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Friday, February 22, 2008
New hardhat/warpaint design |8:17 PM| Since it would appear I'm looking at another month of exile, I could use a new hard hat design.
I offer this chance to you, the public to design my hard hat "Livery".
This is what you're working with:
http://www.terminalpacketloss.com/hardhatface.jpg
Ignore the sharpie doodle on there now, I can erase that.
The winner gets dinner at a nice restaurant of their choice. ($20-$25 a plate, let's say)
The usable surface is about 4.5" by 8". Remember that it's sort of spherical, and I'm going to have to print out your design to apply it. (Unless you want to do it yourself for some reason)
Common themes:
Sisyphus
Time Clocks
Lethal danger
Phyrric Victory
Redemption
Bitching.
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Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Another hot water issue |2:12 AM| The shower in this place does not make sense.
Pretty standard handle, right? If I turn it to the right, and turn it on, it's cold. Turn it to the left, and turn it on, and it's warm. So you'd think. By "turning it on" I mean, pull it up, the higher up the higher the pressure. Here's the issue, if you attempt to adjust it while you're in the shower, there's no way to predict what temperature will actually come out of the shower head. Turn it to the right, to make it colder, and it will often get hotter. Turning it the other way will usually get rid of any cold water you had and god help you if your hand or feet or genitals are in the path of that stream of water, apparently heated via the core of a captive star.
I futz with the shower controls like the joystick in Street Fighter. The fireball motion results in chaos, the uppercut may yield the colder water needed. Screwing up results in poetic cursing, I'm surprised the combinations of foul language I've spewed as my wrist is heated up to near fusion levels has not yet summoned evil spirits, or possibly ended the earth.
It's like there's a slot machine back there, a random number generator that a turn of the knob is equal to the pull of the handle. Somewhere 3 columns spin 'round, and then come up "BAR" "CHERRY" "FUCKING HOT" and I'm sent a stream of agony.
The only solution I've found so far is to turn it off completely, and choose a point along the dial, and turn it on, and possibly praying. Holy water is never dispensed.
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Nearly There |1:34 AM| I'm sick. I've been sick for weeks. The job is nearly over, and I'm moving into a new apartment. I told Hamje I'd like to live in a giant whale skull, but I suppose a big 3 bedroom joint ain't so bad.
The project is nearly over. Then I can go home, where ever that actually is. I would say that this hotel/couch combo hasn't really felt that different personal security wise, than the last couple years of my fairly nomadic apartment dwelling. The most constant and secure thing has been that storage garage, where my life is currently hiding.
I miss throwing the boomerang late at night, miss kicking the soccer ball against a wall trying to hit smaller and smaller targets at faster and faster runs.
I want to rent a violin and learn to play it. Above all I want to stick with school and make sure I take it to the end.
I like my boss, my pay rate is okay, but I feel used up. Feeling like hammered shit all the time is rough on the job satisfaction.
Sometimes I feel like... I want to go make a fort out of pillows or something. I would like one place that I made, that's mine, that when the urge to move strikes me I can kick it over and leave. I don't enjoy moving because of external forces.
Maybe I should choose a rock band and follow them around.
I think when this is over I'll dye my hair black and get an industrial ear piercing. For the hell of it.
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|3:47 AM| I keep forgetting to dig the better .css file out of the folders on the other machine for the site.
I've also had the same color scheme for about 5 years now. I think it's time to change it up a bit.
My exile is apparently going to be about a month longer or so. I'm going to buy a small fridge for the hotel room, and a hot plate I think. Some free weights wouldn't be the worst idea in the world, either. Might as well continue to buff myself up a bit.
At least the lack of distractions/happiness will help my studying.
Labels: exiled, Site Status
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Friday, February 22, 2008
New hardhat/warpaint design |8:17 PM| Since it would appear I'm looking at another month of exile, I could use a new hard hat design.
I offer this chance to you, the public to design my hard hat "Livery".
This is what you're working with:
http://www.terminalpacketloss.com/hardhatface.jpg
Ignore the sharpie doodle on there now, I can erase that.
The winner gets dinner at a nice restaurant of their choice. ($20-$25 a plate, let's say)
The usable surface is about 4.5" by 8". Remember that it's sort of spherical, and I'm going to have to print out your design to apply it. (Unless you want to do it yourself for some reason)
Common themes:
Sisyphus
Time Clocks
Lethal danger
Phyrric Victory
Redemption
Bitching.
(2) comments
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Another hot water issue |2:12 AM| The shower in this place does not make sense.
Pretty standard handle, right? If I turn it to the right, and turn it on, it's cold. Turn it to the left, and turn it on, and it's warm. So you'd think. By "turning it on" I mean, pull it up, the higher up the higher the pressure. Here's the issue, if you attempt to adjust it while you're in the shower, there's no way to predict what temperature will actually come out of the shower head. Turn it to the right, to make it colder, and it will often get hotter. Turning it the other way will usually get rid of any cold water you had and god help you if your hand or feet or genitals are in the path of that stream of water, apparently heated via the core of a captive star.
I futz with the shower controls like the joystick in Street Fighter. The fireball motion results in chaos, the uppercut may yield the colder water needed. Screwing up results in poetic cursing, I'm surprised the combinations of foul language I've spewed as my wrist is heated up to near fusion levels has not yet summoned evil spirits, or possibly ended the earth.
It's like there's a slot machine back there, a random number generator that a turn of the knob is equal to the pull of the handle. Somewhere 3 columns spin 'round, and then come up "BAR" "CHERRY" "FUCKING HOT" and I'm sent a stream of agony.
The only solution I've found so far is to turn it off completely, and choose a point along the dial, and turn it on, and possibly praying. Holy water is never dispensed.
Labels: exiled
(0) comments
Nearly There |1:34 AM| I'm sick. I've been sick for weeks. The job is nearly over, and I'm moving into a new apartment. I told Hamje I'd like to live in a giant whale skull, but I suppose a big 3 bedroom joint ain't so bad.
The project is nearly over. Then I can go home, where ever that actually is. I would say that this hotel/couch combo hasn't really felt that different personal security wise, than the last couple years of my fairly nomadic apartment dwelling. The most constant and secure thing has been that storage garage, where my life is currently hiding.
I miss throwing the boomerang late at night, miss kicking the soccer ball against a wall trying to hit smaller and smaller targets at faster and faster runs.
I want to rent a violin and learn to play it. Above all I want to stick with school and make sure I take it to the end.
I like my boss, my pay rate is okay, but I feel used up. Feeling like hammered shit all the time is rough on the job satisfaction.
Sometimes I feel like... I want to go make a fort out of pillows or something. I would like one place that I made, that's mine, that when the urge to move strikes me I can kick it over and leave. I don't enjoy moving because of external forces.
Maybe I should choose a rock band and follow them around.
I think when this is over I'll dye my hair black and get an industrial ear piercing. For the hell of it.
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