Archive for August, 2002

Wasted Day… Part 2

Talked with Justin a bit tonight. Tomorrow is going to be my first day! Woohoo! Well, maybe not a full day (I’m heading in around 11), but I’ll be getting the rundown from him. I’m a little (alright, a lot) nervous about what’s expected of me. But I know that’s just jitters. It’ll be hard at first, but I will…

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Wasted Day…

Most of my day is spent on the couch, napping away. I call Heather to see if she was still interested in the Chinatown thing… but the call was more out of obligation than anything else. I don’t feel like doing much today, and caught up on reading. I’m not sure why, but I feel a bit embarrassed about last…

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BINGO

Around 8:30, I show up at Heather’s place for a pre-bar drink. The other people who were to join us haven’t called, so we wait a bit and see what happens. She’s got a really nice apartment, and some very cool cats. She also lets me see a few copies of books by David Sedaris (who we had talked about,…

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Being Lazy Finally Pays Off

Around 10 AM, I start to think that maybe it would be good for me to get out of the apartment. Walk around some – maybe go downtown, and just take pictures. Learn the streets more. Go to a museum. But then I start overthinking things… by the time I shower, it’ll be 10:30, and by the time I hit…

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Left to My Own Devices… I Degenerate

So I wake up early enough to catch the cartoons that come on, around 7 AM. Oddly, I’ve become rather fond of the Jackie Chan Adventures. It’s all rather silly, and surprisingly funny. It might also be some of the vector artwork – I’m also incredibly curious about the ways in which they go about "cheating" movement, ie the way…

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I’m a Jackhole

So… sometime today, around 6 PM, I remember that Kent and Christine had their house warming party last night. They had just moved in nearby and, though I got to see their place some time ago, they were still in the process of getting things in order. Last night was to be their big celebration. FUCK. Hi, my name is…

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Backgammon

jverbal and I played a few games tonight. I don’t really know the rules, but this was a pretty good introduction. The bulk of what I know of backgammon comes from snippets of James Bond movies. The rest of what I know is folklore and hearsay: It seems a really fun game, and strategies exist to be explored. Not as…

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Backpedalling

I was going to add this image to the WH thread, but decided against it. It’s practice, and I don’t want to put it over in the Battle Dome. I know everything over there is for fun, and people just posting images back and forth for inspiration. But the idea of putting my images there, right now… is unsettling. Just…

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It’s Saturday… But, What Does That Mean Anymore?

With no context, I have little to make today seem any different. I wake up, I make coffee, I putz around on the computer. This morning was overcast, as it’s been for the past two days. Around noon, though, the sun’s broken through the clouds some more. It’s almost becoming a beautiful day. Nothing much to report here. Did some…

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The Word of the Day is: Cousin

Turns out, I just have a shitty phone. I called and spoke to Heather. She mentioned another "cousin" she had to take to the airport. Cousin. Not husband. Cousin. Heh. Don’t I just feel like a complete idiot now? Unfortunately, when we talk, I find out that she was hit by a drunk driver almost two years ago. She’s been…

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I’m Getting Up, But Not Early

The alarm is set for 6 AM, with the hopes that I will go jogging. When I wake, blearily… I notice how dark the sky looks. I roll over and go back to sleep. Gifted child that I am, I smack the snooze for another hour. At 7 AM, I decide I must be driving my neighbors nuts, and turn…

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Confusion

Perhaps I’m jumping the gun here, but I decide that I’d like to call Heather tonight, and see what her plans are for Friday. I dial, the phone rings a few times, and she picks up. I say it’s me, and qualify that with "The guy from the train." She laughs, and sounds happy to hear from me. When I…

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Surfing with Alex

Shortly after I get home, Alex buzzes downstairs. He pops in, we check a site he’s been working on on my PC, and start surfing a bit. We talk about various Flash-based photography sites, and what we like and dislike about the various interfaces we’ve seen. When I show him jverbal’s use of XML and Flash MX, we both agree…

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