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Thursday, February 28, 2002
7:53 PMHosting
I am on geocities. Well of course you know that. It says it in the address toolbar. Geocities will no longer have free ftp. This means no posting from blogger. Now I could go back to my blogspot. But I think I will venture out and find a host that will treat me well.
No any good cheap hosts? email me. Thanks.
4:43 PM
IQ
I have no idea how accurate this is, I don't remember what my IQ test scores were, I took them so long ago. But this is just a tad bit fun. Says I have an IQ of 124. (Hint, IQ scores drop over a period of time, I just back linked to the test and pressed calculate and got a 107. Faster internet connections might help.)
Tuesday, February 26, 2002
6:46 PM
Jolly old St. Keith
I have never dreamed about cheese. I plan on quashing any dreams that will feature cheese as the main plot twist. If any dream starts unfolding in my head I will force myself awake. I will take the cheese and mold it into a bread knife to cut said cheese. I will completely ignore the cheese but will offer it some crackers lest it feel snubbed. I like cheese. I have had my on and off again moments with it, all in all cheese is a nice entity that has never done me a serious wrong. With that said if Cheese make an imprompto visit inside my head while I am sawing logs, I will just have to pretend that I do not know it and never want to become acquainted. Thank you very much.
6:18 PM
Would you like that at full strength?
why I am working at a Pharmacy.
(Its a job, it give me money, I don't have to
move back to my mother's home)
Even though there are times where I want to hit certain
patients over the head with a two ton brick.
(Cust asks question. I answer question.
Cust repeats question. I answer question.
Cust repeats question. I answer question.
Cust repeats......)
I would never water down any medications. Even if its just for acne. That is just the most inhumane thing you could possibly do, except maybe deliberately giving the wrond meds.17 to 30 years seems short. That is less then a year for each patient that he endangered.
Monday, February 25, 2002
7:30 PM
... sneak back in through the drain
``Hi! I'm from Google. I'm a Googlebot! I will not kill you.'' - from FTrain, I have been really meaning to run barefoot through its archives. (via Rageboy)
6:25 PM
rain soaked robots left outside ...
Got an email from Jeff today. He has a blog. Rusted Robot. I saw this link in my referral logs recently but never got around to contacting him. Jeff was once a member of 53 Brentwood and the winner of our Scrabble tourney. He's coding the site by hand, as he isn't sure which service he wants to use, if any.
I like the layout, go give him a visit.
Sunday, February 24, 2002
7:19 PM
Go for a walk
Purchases made, on an interrupted walk:1) Lee Morgan. The Sidewinder. 1963.
Whenever I leave the house I tend to buy stuff, especially when walking through Harvard Square. I have been feeling the need to fill in the huge gaping wounds of my small jazz collection. I enter Tower, see some really excellent albums on sale and then wander around. I always end up buying more then I should. Matters & Dunaway are a group out of Boston who are classified as Lounge Experimental/Acid Jazz. 4 words that should never have been placed side by side but music that is immensely gratifying.
2) Herbie Hancock. Maiden Voyage. 1965.
3) Matters & Dunaway. Midtech ep. 2001.
4) Nine Inch Nails. And All That Could Have Been. Live DVD. 20025) McSweeney's 7.
After crossing the street and buying some Iced Tea, I wander into a small comic shop. #7 finally on sale. I like the layout, each section bound separately, with different feels and tastes. The devil gets his due, and you feel sorry for the old bastard.
6) Lucifer 23.
3:04 AM
Trains, Plans and Amtrak
Here is an article that essentially tells you absolutely nothing about Amtrak's problems and less about solutions. And if they don't why should I?
Friday, February 22, 2002
8:41 PM
Hockey
This had to be the best third period of Hockey I have ever seen. I actually was hoping that the Russians would score a goal and put the game into overtime. Richter is coming very close to edging out Billy Smith as my all time favorite goalie. (Now if he only played for the Islanders.)
USA 3 - Russia 2, US goes on to play for the Gold against Canada on Sunday.
5:44 PM
Dream
I awoke this morning. I wasn't happy about that, cause in my dream I was a CEO. In real life I am .... I have no idea actually. I work in a Pharmacy. People ask me if I am a Pharmacist, I say no, by training I am an Aerospace Engineer. I keep telling people that all you need to know is how to breathe. If you can breathe you'll do fine. Hell even if you can't breathe, or forget how, there should be something in stock that will remind you or do it for you. The job is a completely repetitive, same pills, same customers, same questions, same day.
In the dream though I was a CEO. It was a little sketchy how I got the job. I showed up for an interview and was hired. Given a very big desk with a very big monitor. I had no idea what the company I was working for did and no one would tell me. It was bliss. I sat around, wore an expensive suit, talked to a few co-workers, browsed the web, and then went home to my house.
Now the thing about my house in the dream was that it was occupying the same location as the house I currently live in. This is usually the case in my dreams. Where I live is where I live. With the usual small changes of course. Everything is bigger. The furniture consists of antiques and good leather chairs. The design is superb. My windows are huge, and had Barnes and Noble at Boston University banners, my last employment. They overlooked the schoolyard across the way as they do now. All the kids were out and playing. A Gap Kids commercial with a little Benetton thrown in. Turning from window and passing through my bedroom door I was back at work. In an underground lab where airplanes and large diesel trucks were being built. Beautifully designed planes. Large carriers, small personal transport, jets, props and ion drive. Trucks as large as the QE2.
I was getting concerned that someone would start to question my authority. That I needed to know more and so I started to do a Google search for info, but was interrupted by my assistant. I was needed in another room.
I awoke to the alarm. Morning Edition. 40 minutes to get to work. 40 minutes to reality.
Tuesday, February 19, 2002
6:18 PM
Field Trip
< bad pun > I am so going to Bangor. < /bad pun >
Judge: Streaking legal for Maine women
Monday, February 18, 2002
12:11 AM
Insanity needed
I saw some shots of this sport recently on TV and the first thought that went through my head was, "Holy Shit." I am sure that you had the same reaction. My second was just as simple.
"Cool."
I knew nothing of the sport. I just assumed it was completely new. Some crazy guy who wanted more speed, more danger, more thrill built one of these bizarre sleds and went to his local track and went for a ride, crashed and burned, then tinkered to he got it right, others soon followed. I was wrong. Skeleton is actually the first sledding sport. Before Bobsled and Luge, men have been throwing themselves recklessly down tracks of ice, head first on a sled that is only inches above the ice.Dewitt remembers his first run, in 1997. He remembers approaching a curve and thinking, "I have no concept of the physics that are about to be involved." - NYTimes
The reason that the sport was in 2 previous Olympics was because it was invented in St. Moritz, and in 1928 and '48 because the games were held there. The sport made a come back in the 80's in America, then in Europe, and once again it has returned to the Olympics.
"Actually, I call bobsled the `Champagne of Thrills,' " he said. "Skeleton is the `Moonshine of Thrills.' "I'll be watching these men and women go head first to the finish line. Wenesday night starting at 9am MST.
- Jim Shea Jr, US Team.
Sunday, February 17, 2002
5:47 PM
Air DropTerrorist 1:"Here is our next mission. Using this money we buy some guns and kill the man in this picture."
Who's stupid idea was it to drop MONEY with a picture of Bush. In Afghanistan you could probably buy a howitzer with $200. This, if true, has to be the least well thought out operation that is currently happening in the war. Link from This Modern World
Terrorist 2: "Where did we get the funds? I thought we were tapped out."
T-1: "I was praying to Allah and then it just fell from the sky."
T-2: "Praise be to Allah."
4:48 PM
Brady. Mike Brady.
I have a friend who at one time in her life was a huge Brady Bunch fanatic. She had shirts, posters, large stuffed dolls. You get the picture. I never noticed but none of these items ever had Robert Reeds face on them.
Now I know why.
In other Brady news: Father. Husband. Architect. Ruler of the Free World.
Saturday, February 16, 2002
11:49 PM
link.popcorn.happy.
Thanks to Ernie for all the traffic. So I be happy. Got a link on one of my fave blogs. Cool.
Last night went on a little binge. Damn my co-working pharmacist friends. Still ain't right. Ok it was a long binge.
Friday, February 15, 2002
6:37 PM
Dr. Benway
Today I just kind of went off on one of my little tangents at work. Every once in awhile I will just start rambling about this or that. A word will spark my fall, dredge out some repetitive pattern and behavior from the far recesses of my brain. Sometimes these get associated with work. There is a patient at the Pharmacy whose name is similar to Benway, and whenever I see it I start going:
"Benway. Ben. Way. Benway." in a monotonous voice. Over and Over and ...
Dr. Benway, not that Dr. Benway but the one based on him, the one from the movie.
There is a bit, at the end, where Bill Tell finally tracks down where Joan (Frost not Lee) has been. Roy Schneider dressed as a large German woman rips off his disguise. Says "I'm Benway." and all the Mugwump's repeat it all down the dark warehouse. Mugwump's that are being "milked" of their juice. Mugwump's that are close to being sodomized.
"Benway. Benway" echoing into the night.
Maybe its just because Mugwump juice is such a addictive drug and I am surrounded by drugs on all sides. Maybe it is just an odd quirk in my psychic makeup. Maybe it is the fact that I like to repeat things in endless repetition.
At least I didn't say Albania.
"BENWAY"
Dr. Benway's Mugwump Juice. A better high, A longer pull, Way better then the Black Centipede Meat. The New drug of Interzone.
Thursday, February 14, 2002
5:54 PM
V-Day
I have been trying to remember the last time I was seriously dating anyone on Valentine's. I think it might have been Luna in High School. It would have been Stephanie in College but it was a long distance relationship when February rolled around. And I was no longer that serious.
Keith is talking, but not about hisself. I knew Nick, but more so after he and Scott had ended the whole thing. I wish I was there to see the expression on his face after he fell through that giant Teddy Bear in that cramped stairway. That would have been classic. Oh well.
Wednesday, February 13, 2002
10:50 PM
Currently reading and enjoying"One time while fucked up on two whole successful inhalations, I decided to clean out my refrigerator so that the LAPD wouldn't bust me for storing perishables beyond their sell-by date. While rummaging through pickle jars, tupperware bowls, and lunch meats that had grown ears and small toes, I found a bottle of A1 Steak Sauce with a SKU that read "BC1422."
My immediate thought was, "Holy shit, this thing went bad fourteen hundred and twenty-two years before Christ! How did I end up with it?" I was sure that I had stolen it from the Museum of Natural History when I took a trip to Washington DC in eighth grade during those innocent, sober years." - by Heather Hamilton
Monday, February 11, 2002
5:46 PM
Enron Light, Less Filling"One former (Enron) employee recalls that during the last week of November, no one was trading with Enron. He would arrive on the trading floor at 10 a.m. shortly before the beer was delivered. The traders would drink beer from about noon to 4 p.m., when they would leave for the day."
This is about the only severence package these guys got. Unless of course they paid for the beer themselves. $105 million went to the execs as "bonuses" instead of being used a severence pay. Quote from an email from my friend Rob.
Sunday, February 10, 2002
8:02 PM
Mmmkay
Some people have WAY too much time on their hands. Case in point : The Diana - Morrissey Phenomenon.
Now I might be inclined to write one small bit saying how so and so predicted so and what. But, Christ, all this detail. If the Warren Commission used the same type of logic and date matching then they would have stated that The Dead Kennedys killed JFK. Jello Biafra from the book depository and East Bay Ray from the grassy knoll. They travelled back in time so that they could have a cool name for their group. Or then again maybe it was the Beatles.
This is just one Moz fan with just too much useless info. link from memepool
3:16 PM
The Law of the Land is Popcorn
Congress finds that - popcorn is an important food that is a valuable part of the human diet; - TITLE 7 CHAPTER 101 SUBCHAPTER V Sec. 7481. of the US Code (aka its a law).
The official website of US Popcorn.
Thursday, February 07, 2002
11:48 PM
Past ideas, present thoughts
Dear friend Are you feeling depressed? Well then try one of our sure fired cures. Kill*All. The revolutionary new Anti-Depressant that will cheer you or any other American right up! Throw it at your enemies, your friends or just swallow it yourself, and your depression will fade away with the sounds of explosions, sirens and screams. Just $19.95. available at The Kremlin, since 1917. |
--
I wrote this in January 1993. Then re-did it in March of that year as a one page ad. In the center of this ad is a drawing of a hand grenade. I recently put the ad back up on my wall. If I had a scanner I would put up a copy on the web, but that will have to wait.
Most times when I look at it I get a little twinge. My conscience telling me that it is wrong, disgraceful, maybe even anti-American. This from a thing that used to make me happy. I thought it a clever twist on modern bleak American culture. The quick fix to all our ills. I have always thought that a grenade looked like a pill. America is a pill culture. I see that even more now, when I fill thousands of drugs a day to "fix" people. To change them. More so I have a fear that I need some of these meds. (or that was a big fear in '93) That by taking these medications I would be erasing myself just as if I were to swallow a grenade. The me would be gone. Replaced by another. I would no longer have the same idiosyncrasies. I saw this in friends. Now for all of them the meds they started to take gave them better lives. But they were different. I didn't want that to happen to me, I like me.
I put this up in my dormroom to taunt others. I put it up on a whim. I created it on a whim. It had meaning. Now I look at it and I see other things.
11:06 PM
To infinity and beyond
Well we are now pro.
--
So today I decided it was about time that I bought a digital voice recorder. I have been meaning to buy one for some time, but everywhere I would go I could not find any that had the features that I wanted. The main feature, the one that I wanted above all others was the ability to download my files to my computer. That was the reason that I never bought one. I couldn't find one anywhere. Anytime I was near an electronics store/department I would spend some time to see if they had some good recorders. Everywhere I went, all the digital voice recorders that I saw were stand alone models.
I never could grasp why. A tape recorder records to tape. You can then save that tape. You can keep that tape for as long as you can. You could record over that tape. You can use the same tape over and over again (at least until it wears out). You can transcribe off of that tape. But all the digital voice recorders that I saw could not make permanent copies.
I did a websearch on amazon and found some. The ones that had the features that I wanted were expensive. But damn if they didn't look great.
So today I finally decided to walk across the street during lunch and just buy one of the stand alone versions. I am at the point where I can't justify a $200 purchase on a voice recorder. I walk in, go straight to the recorders, and lo and behold: a voice recorder that downloads to a windows computer.
So now maybe more of my random thoughts will be tamed and placed here for your perusal.
Maybe.
Monday, February 04, 2002
6:56 PM
Britney Spears. Toilet Brush. Nouveau Art.
This picture is worth a thousand flushes. by way of fantabulosa through ernie
Sunday, February 03, 2002
11:34 PM
Addicted to Coke
I think I might have made a promise to myself that I would stop taking these tests (or was that stop posting the results) but I live off of Coca-Cola. So:
Which
Carbonated Beverage Are You?
11:26 PM
Patriot's Day
There is a holliday in Massachussetts. It is named Patriot's Day. It is celebrated in April. The Boston Marathon is held that day.
But,
TODAY IS THE REAL PATRIOT'S DAY.
Pats 20 - Rams 17.
Saturday, February 02, 2002
5:24 PM
Update
Just a few quick fixes to the site.
Updated the books page. I have read 2 books in the time since I last updated the page.
I really need to do some research on how to run these pages more efficiently. I have too much code that I have to rewrite for each page. I know that there are scripts out there to make this all easier. I just have to spend the time and find them. i also need to organize a little better. My pictures are all over the place.
Reading Kiln People by David Brin right now. So far its a pretty damn good story. I might actually write a review. Of course that is something that I have said that I would be working on for some time but yet I haven't.
Oh well. Other pages need updating and the laundry needs to be done.
Friday, February 01, 2002
11:44 PM
Comics
I have this bizarre fascination with comics. A hold over from when I was a kid. Now I don't know whether you think a 28 year old who reads comic books is strange or not. I used to though. When I was 24 I went cold turkey. I stopped buying and reading any and all comics, even the good ones. Now my rationalization for this wasn't that I was too old, no I tried not to think about that, it was that I was spending too much money.
When I was 12 my addiction began. It was Marvel Comics, my drug of choice. I bought everything. From The Avengers to Spider Man to Iron Man to GI Joe. Back then comics cost 60 cents, they then went up to 75 cents. I usually spent around 20 dollars. That’s a lot of comics. I usually bought the whole collection, everything Marvel put out. But not the Uncanny X-Men. I found that book really weird and odd. It took me to I was 14 to appreciate it. Then I started buying all the X titles.
At this time in my life I funded my purchases with a paper route. My route was pretty simple. It was the easiest route you could possibly have. It was my home street, for 1/2 mile. I went up one side and then came back down the other. Then my route was over. Almost every house was a customer. The thing that I really liked was that I delivered Newsday, which at the time was an afternoon paper. So I didn't have to wake up at 6am and deliver papers like my friend Tim. I just did it after school.
But still the amount I made was not much more then what I needed to spend on comics. Then there were the big obstacles. My mother hated that I read comics, so she wouldn't drive me to the comic book store. The nearest one was at the South Shore Mall. That was a ways away. To get there I would have to ride my bike, an old Huffy BMX, on Sunrise Highway.
When I started riding there I wasn't allowed to pass a certain fixed area. It was a rather large radius but miles short of being close to the mall. I started going on my own. I snuck out and just started riding. My heart was beating in my chest. I kept glancing all around, afraid my mother or father would drive by or a family friend would see me. Overtime it became incredibly easy, and I started to lure my friends. It became the one thing that we rebelled at. We crossed the boundaries our parents had laid out for us, and we did it to buy comics.
None of those friends still read comics anymore. For them that was a childish act.
When I entered High School, I read them on the sly so that no one would know. When I reached college I finally found and appreciated the more mature titles. Hellblazer, Sandman, Cerebus, and more. I became hooked again.
Today I spent 9 dollars on just 2 books. Hellblazer and The Dark Knight Returns 2. A long way from the kid who read his first GI Joe back in 1983.
12:47 AM
Thoughts floating
Keith's website, he wants an update, he wants some changes, my head is slowly contemplating and churning.
Resume updates and tomfoolery. "Job included me sitting on my ass and using lynx to browse the web and tell people that I worked at the I/O desk and that if they wanted to figure out how to do anything then they should go to the Help Desk."
Student "Hey, I can't get the browser to work on my computer, could you help me?"
Mind you it was a second job, and the only work study job that I ever had that I could actually study while working.
Me "You want the help desk."
Student "Isn't this the help desk?"
Me "No this is the I/O desk."
Student "......."
Me "Input. Output."
Student "ummm, ok. Where is the help desk?"
Me "Under the VERY BIG sign that says help desk."
Student "ummmm...."
Me "Turn your head to the right and read."
Student "ummmm....ok. bye."
15 minutes later.
Student "They couldn't help me, could you answer my question?"
Me "No. Go away."
I hate working on my resume.
