Can I mix in with your affairs

Share a smoke, make a joke;

Grasp and reach for a leg of hope.

Words to memorize; words hypnotize

Words make my mouth excercise

Word all failed the magic prize;

nothin I can say when I’m in your thighs.

Oh my, my, my, my mother;

I would love to love you lover.

The city is restless, its ready to pounce;

Here in your bedroom ounce for ounce

Yay, its New Years Eve!

I love my ibook. As I’ve told a few people, I haven’t used my main computer but 3 times.

Once to get my router to work with Apple’s Airport. The second time to get my linux machine to accept incoming logins from other computers. And then tonight to play Age of Wonders (which only half counts, since I was playing with my ibook simultaneously. And thanks to Melinda, I gota new mouse, gamepad and mousepad for it, so now I can right click and play Tony Hawk 4! If you’ve ever blown off macs before you seriously need to stop and take another look. Mac OSX blows my mind. For gods sake, installing a program involves dragging an icon from one folder to another! The only step up would be NeXT’s “fat” binaries which would run on 4 different architectures… which probably has something to do with the fact that OSX heavily draws on NeXT.

Angela, where for id j00? Are you coming? It’s gonna be the lamest uncoolest party in town! j00 gotta be there!

I’ve been having fun hanging out with Tim lately. He’s a fun guy.

Chris won’t be there. Sad Day. When shall he learn that Phoenix blowz? Ah well.

Kyle makes me wonder sometimes. When he first moved in, he was going to be getting a job fairly soon, and start paying rent. Maybe not an equal share, but a significant portion. Now, two months later, he’s put up about $100 total, and…. well… nevermind.

Mollie told me today that she thinks she’ll want to move back to Chicago. Not anytime soon… not even in the next year or two she says. But still, it makes me want to cry. I’m not hurt, or offended… but… well… it sucks. When all of my family started moving away from SD, it was lame, but it was ok. Now, it looks like most of them won’t even be in San Diego at the end of summer, I just don’t know anymore. I mean, this is my roommate we’re talking about. The one who took those crazy first steps with me out into the great big yonder. My original partner, with whom I faced down my entire family and said, “no, moving out isn’t a bad idea, in fact, its the best idea”. I honestly have no idea what I would have done without her this past year and a half, especially the past year. For the longest time, it seemed like all we had was each other, at least to me. She was someone I could depend on. And nothing personal, but Tres and Kyle don’t quite fit that shoe. They’re great guys, but I can’t count on them to make me take tylenol when I’m burning a fever and a migraine, half passed out on the floor. Or to bring me lunch when I’m literally feeling sick to my stomach cuz I’m hungry. Or when I’ve just gotten my second speeding ticket in two days, and am crying my eyes out, swearing that I’ll be the cause of us living on the streets yet, just you wait. Even though she has Thorin now, and needs me much less, I still wonder how she’d do without me completely. Would she do alright? I’m not so self-absorbed to think that I make a huge difference in her life, but I know I’ve made some. I was the one who got her to a doctor, for better or for worse when she was passing out. And the one who called in sick for her on more than one occasion. And… well… there’s not enough space on Diaryland’s hard drives for me to document our entire history… suffice it to say that her moving back to Chicago would leave nothing less than a gaping hole in my life, a life which already has its share of holes.

I’ve spent the past couple nights hanging out with Timmmmmmay since he’s spending the week with us… there’s been a couple really weird things in the past couple days… yeah… weird.

So there’s this show, late at night on Fox. It’s called “Cheaters”. Basically, its a show about a detective agency. This agency is contacted by people who believe that their Significant Others are cheating on them. The Detectives then proceed to follow and video tape the ‘suspect’. They then present the evidence to the person who contacted them, and offer to help confront the Cheater. This usually ends in lots of swearing and flying fists. Pretty jacked up show, all in all.

Then there’s this other show, Wildboyz, done by two of the guys from Jackass. Yeah, its Jackass with animals. These guys do stupid stuff in front of dangerous animals. One of them hit himself in the forehead with a boomerang.

Samurai Jack is another very… odd… show. Kyle seems to swear by it, but I can’t quite see the concept of it myself. It seems to me to be the most random show I’ve seen in a very, very long time.

Angela came over a couple nights ago, that was pretty fun. Hopefully she’ll be coming back for New Years Eve.

So I’ve tweaked my Mac OSX install a bit, and done some fun networking stuff. For example, I connected to my Linux computer in my bedroom wirelessly and ran my email program, Evolution, to check my email. It was a beautiful thing. Then I set it up so that I can do the same thing from my laptop, anywhere I have an internet connection. I could have always done this in linux, but Mac OSX makes it so incredibly stupid easy.

I’ve also installed TigerLaunch, Exult, FetchArt and iLyric, Camino, Mozilla, and Firebird (in addition to the already installed Safari … I removed MacIE, it was the first thing I did.), X-Chat Aqua, and, of course, XCode.

Merry Christmas.

My dad….

I have a G4 iBook.

Best. Christmas. Present. Ever.

mir-ack-u-fucking-tab-ulicious

I…

It…

He… They…

One thought kept coming back to my mind amidst the movie…

How can George Lucas ever dare to call himself a film maker after this? Peter Jackson takes a book written half a century ago by a man no longer with us, and does a masterful job. Meanwhile George Lucas can’t even keep up with the plot holes introduced in his own movies.

Jackson takes CG and makes it breathtaking.

Lucas brings a pathetic looking Jaba the Hut, a pixelated Mos Eisley, and Natalie Portman eating a floating piece of fruit from 6 inches away.

Jackson brings us an outstanding performance combining computer animation and real life acting in Gollum, via Serkas.

Lucas brings us… Jar-Jar? Wtf?

Lucas brings us the directors cut: Greedo shoots first, Han walks all over Jaba (literally), a few longer scenes of freaky dancing aliens, including one seemingly pop-star-esque one in Jaba’s Palace, including new scenes of Darth Vador with someone other than James Earl Jones doing the voice(!), adding in old and unnecesary friends of Lukes, and other nitpicks too numerous to mention.

Jackson instead of trying to reinvent the movies, adds the details that the true fans will appreciate. Things that would have been nice to see in the film, an hour of footage that you just can’t expect normal people to sit through, in addition to the rest of the 3 hours they just saw.

So any Star Wars fans still out there? Why?

Great quote.

“I used to be an agnostic, but now I’m not so sure.”

I Am A: Chaotic Good Elf Ranger Mage

Find out What D&D Character Are You?, courtesy ofNeppyMan (e-mail)

Rain down, rain down, come on rain down on me

From a great height, from a great height, height

Ettore Perazzoli, the lead developer of my favorite e-mail client, Evolution, passed away in his sleep last night. From everything I read about him, he was a great guitar player, a good and loyal friend, and a fun-loving guy.

I obviously didn’t know him, but he was a good person, and an incredible programmer, so here’s a moment of respect.

I’m so happy, ’cause today I found my friends. They’re in my head.

I’m so ugly. But that’s ok, ’cause so are you. We’ve broke our mirrors.

So it would seem that the validitiy of the “eviction” notice was… uhh… less than… valid.

Right. Basically, the complex is being sold to another company (though its not sold yet, and is possible that it may not be). And that company does intend to sell these apartments as condos. However, we signed a lease, and that lease can’t be broken by them, so we’re here for at least another what, 10 months? At which time the new owners will either ask us to leave, or if they don’t intend to remodel our building yet, ask us to stay for another few months. So in other words, no big deal.

The more I read about it, the more (crimanitly, I keep having to correct typos, maybe I shouldn’t drink and journal ;o) I really wanna try out Linux 2.6… though I’m not so sure I’m ready to take that plunge yet…

In other news, Christmas will likely suck. The entirety of this pay check will be going to paying bills, and my next paycheck which I get the day after Christmas will be going to rent. So if you get nothing or very little from me this Christmas, its not cuz I don’t like you. On top of that, certain members of my extended family on the Mills side have hit on a nerve or two recently, and they are who I’ll be spending Christmas with. At least Mollie will get to go back to Chicago for hers, though. Thats a bit of a relief.

About a week ago, Tres burned pasta. I’m still working on the logistics of how one actually burns a wet noodle soaking in water, I’ll get back to you with more on that later.

I finally got to meet the infamous Cari. She seems really cool, and didn’t look at all bored while she was over. She went to WHHS, too, so we talked about that for a bit. All in all that was a nice night that could have lasted a bit longer.

Oh. That’s also the night I setup my 50 gallon fish tank as a community tank! Yeah, that damn thing finally has fish in it. Now I just need a couple glasstops and lights for it. Nothing terribly fancy in there… a fiddler crab (cept mine is a girl, so she doesn’t have that big claw), some rosy barbs (some more goldish than that), a flounder, kuhli loach, a pair of bamboo shrimp, school of white clouds, and a bunch of hi–fin platys… oh and a butterfly pleco :o)

On a side note, I took the Wedding Date Predictor and it looks like I’m getting married in September of 2006…. of course, that leaves me what 3 months of matrimonial bliss? I am however forced to question the accuracy of such a thing, though. Aside from the fact that I’ve never fantasized about a man shampooing my hair, the thing is written in jsp! JSP for crying out loud. Real Cool Kids only trust Wedding Date Predictors that are written in perl ;o)

I think thats all for tonight… I’ll tell you about McDonalds tomorrow.