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I think I'm going to take a break from blueblog this week. Not that anyone reads this, or will notice, but I wouldn't want to piss off my two or three readers. I generally need to get out my room and stop moping. I also need to seriously work on getting a summer job. And read four weeks worth of material so I don't fail midterms.
Dammit - now that I don't live in Chicago anymore I keep missing out on the Annual Players Ball. Ahhh, to be pimp of the year... Well, I've got to have a dream, don't I? Shit, I'm reading fucking Salon on Friday night. I really need to get out of my room.
I went to an Oracle recruiting session tonight. Their internship program is... umm... yeah. Maybe working there wouldn't suck. I could sell out and work on interesting stuff... just like my resume explicitly states. But me working for a big corporation... I know I say I'm all about selling out, but I don't know if I could really do it. Eh, who am I kidding - it's all about the Benjamins. Apparently, Stanford's web server isn't as evil as I thought. I can't run my own ssi's or cgi's (like I wanted to) - but apparently I can use some premade ones. The punchline - we may soon see a return of the infamous application to date me. But until I get off my lazy ass and fix the scripts - here's the abridged version - 1. Are you female? If you answered yes to any of the preceeding questions - congratulations! You've met the criteria to date me! email me to let me know your results.
thoughts for today -
Paragon 5 has released an LP. While that in and of itself isn't all that cool, the fact that it's a gameboy cartridge is. Get it here - and then grab a Gameboy Emulator and have a listen. Novelty aside, it's pretty good tracked music.
Back when I used to be excited about the BeOS - The Terminal Glow was an interesting column that appeared on the now defunct Be Leading Edge. Anyway, BeNews has just posted a pretty grim Terminal Glow about the future of the BeOS. Depressing stuff. New summer job theory - fuck "new media" - fuck "software development" - fuck all that shit. I want to work for a mercenary outfit - err private military organization, like sandline. Admittedly, I have no military training, but there's bound to be space for wimpy, geeky, techies in today's merc outfits, right? I theorize that a portion of my vast readership base must be mercenaries - so for you guys, be sure to check out my resume! Pre-ipo venture funded high tech firms - what can you offer me in a summer job that they can't? (I mean other than substantially better compensation, a safer work environment, and loads of stock options.) I specifically refuse to do anything that might get my weblog hits - like submitting it to lists or "portals" of weblogs. However, I did allow the inclusion of blueblog in blogger's list of blogs. Harmless, I thought. Now, a logical reader would point out the hypocrisy of running any web site, specifically something that screams "oh look at me I'm a dirty whore for attention" like a weblog, and shun attention or links, but I do. I'm proud of my lack of readership. It makes me feel all cool and "underground." I'm trying to be the undiscovered indy rock god of weblogs. I'm an idiot like that. The point (there kind of is one) is that by staring at my own belly button through the magic of blogger's new search capability there were not one, not two, but three weblogs that had linked to me. I know, it's difficult to believe. While normally I would tell anyone linking to my weblog to fuck off and leave my little weblog alone so that I don't get linked or read by actual people - I mean how am I going to be the indy rock loser of weblogs if people with readers link to me? - I decided their weblogs were sufficiently obscure that this was ok. So, breaking with my "don't ever link to other weblogs" rule (I'm nothing if not a hypocrite) - go visit tanquelogue, drat fink, and Limbic Nutrition because if they linked to me they obviously know what they're doing. Hi, my name is Adam Mathes and I'm a weblog linking whore. Now you can search through all of Blogger's many blogs. Wheeee!
The little sticker on the album said "15 Melodic Pop-Punk Songs About Girls." - already I love it. (Yeah, I know The Mr. T Experience's slogan was "Songs About Girls" way before them... I have all their albums too...) Well, they cover Fraggle Rock on there and it's just beautiful. The lyrcis to the other songs are exactly what I expect and need from punk rock tunes about girls. I love it. Penny Arcade has become my current favorite comic strip. Smart asses who spend their lives playing computer games - what can I say, it speaks to me. A lot of Penny Arcade comics probably won't be funny at all unless you're a hardcore gaming geek - like this one. My favorites are the rare ones about girls - like "sophitia" and "gigs" and "glasses". But I think my favorite Penny Arcade is this one.
Normally bloat is pretty useless and rarely funny, but this week it did expose me to apathy, which is just nifty.
I used to be very enthusiastic about BeOS - on my old Pentium Pro 200 the differences between BeOS R3 and Windows 95 were astounding. BeOS was faster, more responsive, and had a much cleaner, sleeker look and feel. (On my current P3 500 the speed and responsiveness I don't feel is all that different.) I kept thinking that BeOS was going to be the new Amiga but it didn't happen. Maybe making the OS available for free will get more geeks to play around with the OS, I'm not really sure. I've always felt that for BeOS to capture the mindshare of geeks like me, it can't just do neat shit better than Windows of *nix or Macs, it has to do totally crazy shit that's not feasible in other operating systems. Unfortunately, I don't see this happening. I hope I'm wrong, I really do like the BeOS and would like an excuse to play with it more.
I've been eating at In-n-Out Burger excessively for the past couple of months. While I do think they make the best fast-food hamburger, the place kind of frightens me. Everybody there seems toohappy, so it just comes off as fake. Perhaps my standards are a bit too high. It's probably unrealistic to think any West Coast joint could ever compete with my childhood, Chicago favorite Superdawg. I mean, they still actually have car-hop service. And you're greeted by their huge tarzan-ish superdawg mascot... The retro camp is somehow "realler" than In-n-Out's. And I've always liked a good hot dog better than a hamburger anyway.
So, I had to dump Le because she was cutting into Sega time. Ok, maybe it didn't happen exactly like that... I bought House of the Dead 2 and the Starfire Lightblaster. No matter how many times I calibrate the gun, it still can't aim for shit. And I just got an email that the DVD collector's edition of Teenage Catgirls in Heat was cancelled. I just can't do this whole salvation through consumerism thing right.
You can listen to that and lots of other stuff that makes me feel really old at the Sesame Street Sounds Archive Now that winter "break" is over and I'm back at school, I'm thinking maybe collecting rom images of obscure and weird nintendo (NES) games wasn't the best use of my time. But the places I got them from are pretty fucked up, so might as well share with all two or three of you reading this. The Sardius Experience runs the NES Dumping Project - whose goal is to get the really, really, fucking obscure games that haven't been dumped (transferred to computer for easy piracy and emulation), well, dumped and up on the net for all of us to gawk at. The kinds of person who spends the effort to collect and play obscure 15 year old nintendo games is the same sort of person that is a b-movie afficianado. It takes a certain sort of weirdo. The type of weirdo that worships Bible Buffet And emucult... boy what to say about emucult. Pachuka is a trip if you can find him on #rareroms (he's usually banned.) The "free" (mostly obscure prototypes and "made in Hong Kong" unlicensed) games are here if navigating the site is too scary for you.
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