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Aug. 6th, 2002 02:40 amI ought to be asleep right now, and will probably head that way shortly, but I just got in from Death Guild, and am feeling restless, so I figured I might as well offload some of my headspace to journal storage. Like tape backups, but mildly more entertaining. Dan's computer just started playing music at me for no perceivable reason. Strange.
So, today, as of twoish hours ago is my mom's birthday, but considering I'm at work all hours of the day, night, and most points in between I decided to take her out yesterday instead, on my lone day off. She actually had a bit of a hectic day. Caught a hole in her oil pan, and after doing the requisite triple A (You know, while saying triple A is a really useful compression algorithm for speech, writing it out instead of AAA is just a smidge self-defeating. I wonder if I do that because I imagine myself talking when I'm writing this. Tangential) dance and walking back from the gas station she was a bit worn out. I managed to convince her to get up and out though. Yay.
We went to go see Me Without You, not because we'd been dying to see it, but because almost everything out right now is complete crap. The only mainstream movie I might be tempted to see at some point is Signs, and that's just because I liked Sixth Sense, and while I thought Unbreakable was awful, I'm willing to give Shyamalan another chance. Anyway, we both really liked Me Without You. It tracks two childhood girlfriends from roughly 13ish on, complete with really horribly painful romantic interests (It took concentrated effort not to just yell at the characters to get together already). Movie starts around 1973 if I recall, and it's set in England, so you get all sorts of scenes of Joy Division posters on the wall, and Clash references. Another era I'm vaguely reminiscent about, despite not really being cognizant of while it was actually happening. Anyway, I liked it, but I'm automatically partial to any movie that has Warm Leatherette on the soundtrack (Does any other movie have Warm Leatherette on the soundtrack??)
A tear of petrol is in your eye. The hand brake penetrates your thigh. Lets make love, before you die. On warm leatherette...
Took my mom to Bucca di Beppo after the movie. It's nice having a job again, and being able to do nice things for people I love. Had manicotti. It was yummy. Not much more to report about that. My mom insisted the waitress was flirting with me, but if so, I was completely oblivious as only I can be. Went back to her house and sat in the spa and had nice talks about the general state of our lives. Nicey nice all around.
And today, work. Here's a little example of just how sick I am of this game. Scroll back a couple of entries and read up on how much I loved my stint at Sapient as a cable-monkey. Got it? Ok, today, I *volunteered* to do that instead of play the game. Scary, no? Fortunately I only did about 15 cables * 2 ends each * 8 little wires to manipulate = 240 tiny little wires poking at my index fingers. Maybe now that I'm in good with the hardware guy, I can get my machine upgraded. 200 MHz Pentiums are pretty sad in the grand scheme of things, MMX enhanced or not.
Rented more games from the library today. Ended up completely enthralled with Frequency. What is it about music based games that hooks me so thoroughly? First Rez and now this. It's really easy. They've got various songs split up into their separate tracks and you just manuever around this semi-trippy tunnel pressing buttons in the right order to start playing the drum, vocals, bass, guitar, synth etc. tracks until eventually you're left with the complete song. They've got some good songs also. BT, Paul Oakenfold, Juno Reactor, etc. And of course, my new favorite tongue in cheek band, Freezepop!
According to the bio on Frequency about Freezepop, they like writing songs about "Robots, love, and being in love with robots". I imagine that right there is enough to go make Will and Nadja go buy the CD. They're all super cutesy minimalist casio music. I think they're completely adorable. They write songs about Wheel of Fortune, strange people on the Boston public transit system, and one of my favorite topics, geeky girls!
I'm a science genius girl. I won the science fair. I wear a white lab coat. DNA strands in my hair. When I clone a human being. It will want to hold my hand. When I clone a human being. It will be a member of my band
It's close to rivaling Insoc's Mirrorshades as my favorite song about geeky girls.
Anyway, I decided that if I didn't go clubbing and see some of my friends I was going to *explode* (that happens to me sometimes), so Eric (sans pants) was nice enough to come and get me from work and drive me to the city, where I summarily gave him some money I owed him and wished him well at Gencon where he will hopefully be geeky enough for the both of us. Then I trotted over to Death Guild.
Death Guild was fun in that way that clubs can only be when they're a special occasion, and not the weekly grind. I danced lousily (out of practice and all), but at least I danced, and saw friends, and ended up at the bottom of about a dozen of them in a massive pile up on one of the couches, and got my picture taken with Kate with me looking all scruffy (I managed to convince myself that I left my razor at Dan's house. Of course upon getting to Dan's house I discover it's been in my bag all this time. I'm so cunning I even outsmart myself) and Kate looking all drinky. The person said that it was for the website. I really hope she was lying about that. Anyway, after club about 5 of us piled into the Patty-wagon (worst punned car ever) and got dropped off at our various houses. And now here I am. Sick of babbling. Gonna go sleep, yep. Bye.
You know, upon rereading this, if I didn't know how old I was, I'd probably think this was written by a twelve year old who'd just run out of Ritalin. Oh well.
So, today, as of twoish hours ago is my mom's birthday, but considering I'm at work all hours of the day, night, and most points in between I decided to take her out yesterday instead, on my lone day off. She actually had a bit of a hectic day. Caught a hole in her oil pan, and after doing the requisite triple A (You know, while saying triple A is a really useful compression algorithm for speech, writing it out instead of AAA is just a smidge self-defeating. I wonder if I do that because I imagine myself talking when I'm writing this. Tangential) dance and walking back from the gas station she was a bit worn out. I managed to convince her to get up and out though. Yay.
We went to go see Me Without You, not because we'd been dying to see it, but because almost everything out right now is complete crap. The only mainstream movie I might be tempted to see at some point is Signs, and that's just because I liked Sixth Sense, and while I thought Unbreakable was awful, I'm willing to give Shyamalan another chance. Anyway, we both really liked Me Without You. It tracks two childhood girlfriends from roughly 13ish on, complete with really horribly painful romantic interests (It took concentrated effort not to just yell at the characters to get together already). Movie starts around 1973 if I recall, and it's set in England, so you get all sorts of scenes of Joy Division posters on the wall, and Clash references. Another era I'm vaguely reminiscent about, despite not really being cognizant of while it was actually happening. Anyway, I liked it, but I'm automatically partial to any movie that has Warm Leatherette on the soundtrack (Does any other movie have Warm Leatherette on the soundtrack??)
A tear of petrol is in your eye. The hand brake penetrates your thigh. Lets make love, before you die. On warm leatherette...
Took my mom to Bucca di Beppo after the movie. It's nice having a job again, and being able to do nice things for people I love. Had manicotti. It was yummy. Not much more to report about that. My mom insisted the waitress was flirting with me, but if so, I was completely oblivious as only I can be. Went back to her house and sat in the spa and had nice talks about the general state of our lives. Nicey nice all around.
And today, work. Here's a little example of just how sick I am of this game. Scroll back a couple of entries and read up on how much I loved my stint at Sapient as a cable-monkey. Got it? Ok, today, I *volunteered* to do that instead of play the game. Scary, no? Fortunately I only did about 15 cables * 2 ends each * 8 little wires to manipulate = 240 tiny little wires poking at my index fingers. Maybe now that I'm in good with the hardware guy, I can get my machine upgraded. 200 MHz Pentiums are pretty sad in the grand scheme of things, MMX enhanced or not.
Rented more games from the library today. Ended up completely enthralled with Frequency. What is it about music based games that hooks me so thoroughly? First Rez and now this. It's really easy. They've got various songs split up into their separate tracks and you just manuever around this semi-trippy tunnel pressing buttons in the right order to start playing the drum, vocals, bass, guitar, synth etc. tracks until eventually you're left with the complete song. They've got some good songs also. BT, Paul Oakenfold, Juno Reactor, etc. And of course, my new favorite tongue in cheek band, Freezepop!
According to the bio on Frequency about Freezepop, they like writing songs about "Robots, love, and being in love with robots". I imagine that right there is enough to go make Will and Nadja go buy the CD. They're all super cutesy minimalist casio music. I think they're completely adorable. They write songs about Wheel of Fortune, strange people on the Boston public transit system, and one of my favorite topics, geeky girls!
I'm a science genius girl. I won the science fair. I wear a white lab coat. DNA strands in my hair. When I clone a human being. It will want to hold my hand. When I clone a human being. It will be a member of my band
It's close to rivaling Insoc's Mirrorshades as my favorite song about geeky girls.
Anyway, I decided that if I didn't go clubbing and see some of my friends I was going to *explode* (that happens to me sometimes), so Eric (sans pants) was nice enough to come and get me from work and drive me to the city, where I summarily gave him some money I owed him and wished him well at Gencon where he will hopefully be geeky enough for the both of us. Then I trotted over to Death Guild.
Death Guild was fun in that way that clubs can only be when they're a special occasion, and not the weekly grind. I danced lousily (out of practice and all), but at least I danced, and saw friends, and ended up at the bottom of about a dozen of them in a massive pile up on one of the couches, and got my picture taken with Kate with me looking all scruffy (I managed to convince myself that I left my razor at Dan's house. Of course upon getting to Dan's house I discover it's been in my bag all this time. I'm so cunning I even outsmart myself) and Kate looking all drinky. The person said that it was for the website. I really hope she was lying about that. Anyway, after club about 5 of us piled into the Patty-wagon (worst punned car ever) and got dropped off at our various houses. And now here I am. Sick of babbling. Gonna go sleep, yep. Bye.
You know, upon rereading this, if I didn't know how old I was, I'd probably think this was written by a twelve year old who'd just run out of Ritalin. Oh well.
