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Jul. 13th, 2002 12:37 amHere are a few notes from the underground. Load them at your pleasure. Here are some dusty pictures that I found, while on my search for treasure
It's sort of been one of those Information Society days. Listened to Hack for most of the day. It is by bouncy cyber-pop I set my mind in motion. Of course after about an hour of the hell-game, entropy grinds the neurons down to a sputtering stop again, and I need to find something else to distract myself with, or else face the naked terror of the game unshielded. Maybe I should get the newer Insoc stuff, except I've heard mixed reviews. You know what I'm really jonesing for right now though? The Requiem for a Dream remix CD. Which has yet to come out. Great injustice. Hrm, maybe I'll go listen to some PWEI after this to get my Clint Mansell fix.
So, it seems I lied about trying to keep my journal updated, but what with getting up at 8ish, and getting home at 10ish, there hasn't been all that much to report most days, or much time in which to report it. Life in general is good though. The overtime isn't driving me too bonkers (though I still really wish I could just work 12 hours a day and not come in on Saturdays at all, *mumble* *grumble*), and what with EA picking up the tab for dinners during overtime, my expenses are low. Life in specific is very good also, but I think that's all I'm going to say about that until I reconcile how much personal shmoo I want to post in open forums.
Hrm. My brain is mush. Too little sleep for too long a duration. My head almost thrives on sleep dep in short bursts, but day after day sort of leaves me feeling a bit frapped. You see, I'm too burnt out to put an accent aigu in frappe. What is this world coming to? Anyway, some backstory. Had a nice 4 day weekend last weekend, which was extra nice considering I'm down to one day weekends until this project finishes. Took one of my nice cow-orkers with me to some BBQ's up in the east bay for the 4th. Had a pretty good time at both of them, but I was worried whether she was having fun or not. I occasionally forget how densely tight-knit my particular social groups can be. I realized at some point that while seemingly speaking English, the words coming out of our mouths were such a blend of in-jokes, idiomatic slang, and personalized mythoi that we were probably completely incomprehensible to anyone who hadn't known us for years. I did my best to serve as interpreter though, and she insisted that she was amused by what she termed one instance as "The Joshie and Rachel show".
Hrm. Sorry to just sputter out, but I am zoning heavily. Sleep now I think. Maybe I'll fill the rest in later.
Think about images we've drawn. Think about all those empty songs. Whenever you're sure that I won't dare. Think about me and I'll be gone.
It's sort of been one of those Information Society days. Listened to Hack for most of the day. It is by bouncy cyber-pop I set my mind in motion. Of course after about an hour of the hell-game, entropy grinds the neurons down to a sputtering stop again, and I need to find something else to distract myself with, or else face the naked terror of the game unshielded. Maybe I should get the newer Insoc stuff, except I've heard mixed reviews. You know what I'm really jonesing for right now though? The Requiem for a Dream remix CD. Which has yet to come out. Great injustice. Hrm, maybe I'll go listen to some PWEI after this to get my Clint Mansell fix.
So, it seems I lied about trying to keep my journal updated, but what with getting up at 8ish, and getting home at 10ish, there hasn't been all that much to report most days, or much time in which to report it. Life in general is good though. The overtime isn't driving me too bonkers (though I still really wish I could just work 12 hours a day and not come in on Saturdays at all, *mumble* *grumble*), and what with EA picking up the tab for dinners during overtime, my expenses are low. Life in specific is very good also, but I think that's all I'm going to say about that until I reconcile how much personal shmoo I want to post in open forums.
Hrm. My brain is mush. Too little sleep for too long a duration. My head almost thrives on sleep dep in short bursts, but day after day sort of leaves me feeling a bit frapped. You see, I'm too burnt out to put an accent aigu in frappe. What is this world coming to? Anyway, some backstory. Had a nice 4 day weekend last weekend, which was extra nice considering I'm down to one day weekends until this project finishes. Took one of my nice cow-orkers with me to some BBQ's up in the east bay for the 4th. Had a pretty good time at both of them, but I was worried whether she was having fun or not. I occasionally forget how densely tight-knit my particular social groups can be. I realized at some point that while seemingly speaking English, the words coming out of our mouths were such a blend of in-jokes, idiomatic slang, and personalized mythoi that we were probably completely incomprehensible to anyone who hadn't known us for years. I did my best to serve as interpreter though, and she insisted that she was amused by what she termed one instance as "The Joshie and Rachel show".
Hrm. Sorry to just sputter out, but I am zoning heavily. Sleep now I think. Maybe I'll fill the rest in later.
Think about images we've drawn. Think about all those empty songs. Whenever you're sure that I won't dare. Think about me and I'll be gone.
