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Category Archives: Personal
Streets are uneven.
I’ve noticed that I’ve stopped looking at faces. I don’t know anybody, so what’s the point?
Muchos pathos.
What’s more pathetic — listing “shopping” as a favorite recreational activity, or “tanning”? Discuss amongst yourselves.
Hoax-a-rama.
I love hoaxes, pranks, and instances of social engineering. (Broadly referred to as “culture jamming.”) In the past couple weeks, here in Blacksburg, I’ve delighted in staging improvisational jokes and fictions. In every instance, it was only funny to me, which is fine, because I’m only looking to amuse myself. When I meet a complete …
Whumpa whumpa whumpa.
Still with the bass from next door. Tonight, I played Portishead’s “It Could Be Sweet” for them. I’m looking for suggestions for other bass-a-riffic songs.
Thumpa thumpa thumpa.
The girls who next door to me enjoy techno. At least, they play it. A lot. I put a nice note on their door the day that they moved in, politely and self-effacingly asking that they turn down their bass. I guess it didn’t take, because they kept it up. This is how I found …
Geek plates.
I am a big geek. My new license plate seals it. (Note that this is not a political stance on Linux nomenclature; it’s just that the plate was available.)
Mo’ Betta fish.
This is my fish. His name is Charlie. He’s a Betta. I wanted a pet, but they’re not allowed in my apartment. Anything more complex than a fish, I’d kill and feel bad about it, anyhow. I speak to Charlie only in French. Which is fine, because he’s fairly stupid, being a fish, so the …
DSLd.
Aaaahhhhhh….bandwidth. The friendly neighborhood Ntelos just set up my DSL. It is such a relief to be able to get connected from home. And now to Charlottesville, to pick up my servers.
Habituated.
I’m a man of habit. Not obsessively so — I don’t insist on waking at the same time, having the same breakfast, etc. But I’ve got to have some sort of a pattern on which to rely, at least when I have little else on which to provide stability. Here in Blacksburg, not having a …