6/28/2003 12:06:00 AM [ link ]
within the past 30 hours, I...
- went rock climbing.
- went out to a bar and danced with a midget.
- almost got my eye scratched out by a cat (not Ana).
- spilled soda on myself at work.
- bought a TV. This turned out to be much more of an ordeal than it should have been, involving three trips to circuit city and six trips up and down my stairs.
- got an email from someone who claimed to be Chris Hill. And who actually was, in fact, Chris Hill. Just not this Chris Hill. Most confusing.
- watched a documentary about a transexual prostitute who was elected to the New Zealand parliament.
(note: one of the above statements is false.)
6/24/2003 01:19:00 PM [ link ]
"To play a wrong note is insignificant; to play without passion is inexcusable." ~ Beethoven
I used too many words when I tried to say that. Beethoven, you're my hero.
6/24/2003 01:02:00 PM [ link ]
"Well, I think that everyone should have a few sticks of dynamite on hand."
Note to self: stay on the above individual's good side at all costs.
6/23/2003 01:03:00 PM [ link ]
someone owes me a dollar
6/19/2003 11:26:00 AM [ link ]
spam gone wrong
So, today I got one of those spams that tries to convince you to get a new "personalized" email address. Something like email@example.com. In order to make their spam more appealing, they tried to sprinkle my name throughout their prewritten, form letter spam. However, the tool that they used to automate this "sprinkling" is clearly broken, because here's what I got:
Your e-mail address should be a reflection of you.
Avoid the hassle, and always stand out with your own personalized e-mail address:
Now that's unforgettable!
It certainly is.
6/18/2003 11:35:00 PM [ link ]
I really wanted to play the piano tonight, but as I was walking up to the secret door (that's never locked even when the other doors are locked) somehow I knew I wouldn't be able to get in.
Part of me is trying to turn that into a metaphor for my life somehow, but I don't think it quite fits.
6/09/2003 10:09:00 AM [ link ]
a real quote from the manual describing the laser I get to play with this summer:
4. FUNCTION KEYS
These keys do not have a function
(taken only very slightly out of context)
6/05/2003 12:33:00 AM [ link ]
Emo80: i was looking for realultimatepower
Emo80: and i found you
6/05/2003 12:08:00 AM [ link ]
For the first time since I was five years old:
my hair no longer touches my shoulders. I never used to be impulsive like this.
6/04/2003 01:07:00 PM [ link ]
I was over in Brown playing the piano when I looked up and noticed a man standing by the doorway. At first I thought he was a janitor, since he was holding a long pole which I took to be a mop. I kept playing, and he shuffled towards me awkwardly, tilting his head to hear better. As he hovered near the piano with unfocused eyes, it slowly dawned on me that he was blind. He stood there a moment, then took his pole and tap-tapped his way back out.