ok, I skipped a day, but it's day four now. Yesterday we had lunch from this tiny hole-in-the-wall chinese place in the strip mall by my work. I have a window now, which is a big improvement over straits at the warehouse, but it overlooks the aforementioned strip mall, so it's not terribly exciting. I'm off now to go pick up my copy of tetris worlds from funcoland. W00T.

second day in the new office. I don't mind it so much right now, but I do feel a bit like an outsider. I'm trying to get over my drunken crush on a co-worker, and it's not helping that I have to work fairly closely with her for the next couple of weeks. (I got seriously plastered last friday and found out she has either had a crush on me, or just thought I was attractive--I'm not sure which--anyway, I was hitting on her pretty badly, and I think she's since reversed her opinion.)

I have been buying CDs like crazy this last week. I picked up a copy of Ben Fold's latest, which I think is fabulous. But before that there were like six that I found used and should have been in my collection already.

Right now I'm listening to Etienne Daho, who is a sort of french pop star. It's pretty good stuff.. The album is called Corps & Arms. I have another of his as well, but I'm spacing on the name. A co-worker hooked me up with these.

It's the first day out in the new offices. We're located in Plymouth now, no longer the sweet and sexy downtown warehouse district suite. I'm so excited I can hardly stand it.

Actually, things aren't all that bad. Despite the florescent(sp?) lights, the carpeting doesn't slow up the rollers on our chairs that much, and I've got a new PC to play with. Here's a nice little anecdote. When I first logged into my new (windows 2000) machine, it told me my password had expired, and gave me a nice little dialog box to change it. Then, I found, amazingly, that I didn't have permissions to change my own password! How is that even possible? You can have passwords, you yourself are not allowed to change? Crazy.

I haven't done any work yet though. I'm saving that for later.

Well, I have a new business idea. I'm not sure what the reaction is going to be amongst bloggers, but I'm hoping it'll be a positive one. I've registered www.googlebombsquad.com. I stole the idea from this article:http://www.corante.com/microcontent/articles/googlebombs.shtml

I'm hoping it'll take off, and I'll have at least a few hundred sign ups (once I start promoting it, of course). I'm going to start the programming this weekend, but I want to get a FAQ and some other pages up before that happens (perhaps a preliminary signup form too...) Anyway, it's no worse than having one of those blogsnob links on your site, and hey, you may get paid! (of course, there is the moral dillema of altering the sacred google--selling out, etc.)

The Register finally has a US version, although I'm not really sure if there's a difference, as the article I've linked appears on both.

Also, speaking of love... isn't Jesus all about love? (Needless to say, I really like the folks over at BBspot.)

woah, looks like love transcends all boundaries. When is a book going to be written about all the internet/networking marriages?

ok, a few comments, since I'm up at 8:00AM to update a client's site... which is, i have to say, complete bullshit.

Somehow, after more than 9 months living in bachelor-pad heaven, the insects have finally caught on. For some reason, there is now a cricket in my room. The damn thing is faster and smarter than me, and I'll never catch it.

Also, my room-mate, whome none of you were probably aware was out of town, is now back. I awoke this morning to find my room a frozen arctic again, since appartently the heat was far too great when he (I should say they, since his g/f is with him) got home at whatever time last night. Now, there's an underlying issue here. The thermostat is only in the living room. Yet my room is BY FAR the coldest room in the appartment. We do not pay for heat. Nate and his g/f can open a fucking window. My room does not need to be twenty degrees.

Finally, there is a new Mozilla build out. Get it!

christy asked if this is like a diary. I guess.

I worked from home today, and had to use that shit-program ICQ. After about twenty minutes I was fed up, so I went searching for a nice clone. Not only does Trillian take its name from Douglas Adams, but it's a great ICQ, yahoo messenger, AIM client. It supports a couple of others too, including IRC, but I haven't tried that. I would say it's even a tad better than Fire, which I use at work.

last night laura and I finished reading High Fidelity. I checked amazon and bestbuy.com, and it was just as cheap at my local blockbuster, so we're going to watch it tonight. I'm all excited cause it's so great.

I'm currently reading Permutation City, by Greg Egan. It's awesome. Some of the best narative around the premise of mind uploading that I've ever read. The link is a great site for information, although I think I dissagree with some of the premises in the "Handy Neuroscience Facts" page. It's getting added to my transhumanism links.

here's my link for the day: Looks like someone had a nasty run-in with those sneeze fetishists. There is also a great (read: irreverent) jesus comic linked from the root. Very funny stuff.

I've got Kylie Minogue (Can't get you out of my head) stuck in my head. A co-worker made me watch the video, and DAMN.

I have no links for today. Mondays are good-for-nothing. I'm waiting for my software update (osx improves itself!) before I get myself off to juggling.

I think nate's girlfriend thinks I hate her. What's more, I'm not discouraging her. Today she actually appologized for calling. I said "OK, bye." and hung up. It was in the space after you say "no, he's not home right now," when a sane person would usually say "could you tell him..." or "just have him call me back then." or "I'll call back later, thanks." I'm probably not one to talk. Here's my social life: juggling in a gym full of nearly-strangers.

ok, so I've always kinda thought people who post their search engine results referrals are a little weird, but now I TOTALY see the attraction.

I come up first on google for the term sexsweat.

oh yeah baby. Plus, at some point I misspelled cocaine "cocane", and if you search for "how to make crack cocane" (without the quotes) I come up first. It's a funny misspelling, because--even though I know I'm a poor speller--I do know how to spell cocaine. I also show up when you search for "excitement machine" and strangely enough, blog + newbie does it too.

today's link, a site full of flash games... they're awesome: http://www.ferryhalim.com/orisinal/

I went to see a sneak preview of 40 days and 40 nights tonight, it's a romantic comedy about this guy who is still in love with his x-girlfriend, and decides to go without sex for forty days and forty nights. It would have been a good date movie, but I went to see it with my roomate. At least he bought me dinner before hand. (Two-cheeseburger meal at McDonalds, with orange soda. I know you care.)

We wanted to try and remember to look up the female lead, Shannyn Sossamon, who is HOT. I wanted to know what else she's been in, and Nate remembered a Knight's Tale, but I thought she'd been something else. I guess not.

So, it's movie night, cause now we're going to watch Kiss of the Dragon.

today's link is this amazing music video I stumbled into: http://www.tobyslater.com/consumption/

My roommate just tried to start his own blog, and got it all set up and stuff, then proceeded to write for twenty minutes. (or maybe more like 45) His session had expired (since when does blogger use session timeouts?) and he lost all of what he had just written. (Which was probably quite a bit after 45 minutes--and judging from his bitching afterwards.) Needless to say he was pissed. I told him how I've made it routine to copy text out of the main text field if I've worked on an email or an update for more than 20 seconds. I do this even in Eudora, but especially in any sort of webmail. When Eudora crashes on me at work it's always frustrating as hell. (I only use it for my work mail because I can sort the emails into project folders so easily.)

I originally set down to write about how shitty I'm feeling. I just got back from reading a book to Laura, who stayed home from work today, and is misserable, and sick. I read more to her from High Fidelity. It's not that I feel terribly sick, although I do feel as though I'm starting to get a headache, but I think just being around her--so misserable, so weak and helpless seeming--caused some sympathy gene to kick into overdrive, and I'm having sympathy headaches, and sympathy dizziness.

I got an email today from John, my younger brother, who is in the next few days going to be starting on a three month walk. He is in California right now, I'm not sure where, (I think San Fran--which I'd always thought, until looking at a map just now, to be south of LA--I am so dumb.) He's going to walk at the very least to Portland, and if they get ambitious, to Seatle. He's walking with three other people, and I can't imagine it really. When I think about that kind of freedom, that kind of carelessness, I feel constrained by my job, by my debts, by my possesions... it's a fantastic idea, really, and he's doing it.

I finished A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius yesterday, and it was good. I felt thrown for a loop. It was as if the whole book was a discussion about the idea of self-obsession from this guy who is terribly self-obsessed, ridiculously so, and he's not even trying to hide the fact that it's all a joke in poor taste. Fabulous. Someday I'll have such a great idea, and I'll write it, and I'll be famous. Just wait.

Matt Wilson lent me the book originally, and I meant to give it back to him today. He is in a new band with this guy he used to play with who is now in Semisonic. They're called The Flops, and I just have to mention the site, because Matt is putting so much into it, it's really turning out great. He's writing all the copy, and it's just chalk full of this crazy stuff. I hope he doesn't get mad at me for mentioning it. I know they're already getting signups and stuff, so it's not like it's some big secret. I dig the car--nuff said.

link of the day http://www.liquidgeneration.com/poptoons/britney_breasts.asp

This last weekend was MONDO, the local juggling fest. It was probably the best mondo ever, and I learned a ton of stuff, got a new set of props (zuni's--poi) and otherwise enjoyed the hell out of the weekend.

Last night I took a shower, and finally unlocked the last character in DW3. I was up far too late doing it, but it was great. More playing tonight, if all goes well. Laura is sick, and I want to visit her, but I already have plans for group PS2... so... I hope she doesn't hate me for not making her ckicken noodle soup.

I got an email from a once aformentioned old friend (peter) today. He says I "LIED" before when I mentioned him. I guess it's only been a couple of months since he wrote last, not six. Sorry peter.

Back to the grind (for a half hour) before I head off.

morning is dismal. Outside raindrops on little stretchers are being carted to raindrop-morgues, dead before they hit the street. I woke up to the annoyingly perpetual dawn-hue from my window, sunlight filtered through cloud-layer after sadistic cloud-layer.

now I'm trying to psych myself up for going to work. This is much like ten minutes ago (showers are short now...) when I was trying to get myself up out of bed... thinking the door is so close, it's not that far, and taking a shower isn't so bad for at least five, maybe ten minutes--felt more like an eternity in that half-awake, almost-dreaming state just before the snooze kicks off, and my alarm continues its auditory barrage.

I can't decide what kind of art car I'm going to turn my beat up old geo-prism into. I would like to do some kind of collage, but I'd have to use some kind of varnish, so the first rain wouldn't just wash away the whole thing. I like this idea, because I could just carry around two tubs--one of adhesive, and one of varnish--and paste up anything anytime. It'd be dense, fun to look at...

I'd better get going. I need to work on finding a way not to work.

We're living in this incredible flux. This book I read, some really dumbass science-fiction psychology focused book--Cyteen--was constantly talking about how we live in flux. How our minds are full of contradictions, and that causes us to "flux" which really just meant let our emotions control our actions. I don't think lack of thought automatically means we're acting based on our emotions. I'm not even sure the book meant this. I'm getting what the book was saying and what I'm trying to say all mixed up. It's not important about the book. It's one of those epic things that's far too long to forget. I wish it had been much shorter (like 400 pages shorter) and I'd have already forgotten all about it.

Anyway, I feel moody today. In flux. Maybe it's the moon. Maybe it's the stars. Probably it's just my weird sleep patterns that end up getting in the way of work and my schedule for the day.

I bought the new Freddy Fresh album. It's grand. Good-ole techno. Hard beats and catchy loops that go on for probably too long. It's his first american release, and I've got one of his imports (the one with the fatboy slim remix on it) and I think this is better.

I'm gonna go take a shower, and wash away the moody sleep-eye residue. Water falls different on my head now. It doesn't run down my hair. If there's anything I miss about my hair, it was the way the hot water sorta soked into it slowly, moving it's way down my back like a snake or something. Now the water is just there, instantly, and it slides off my head just as fast, heating my scalp for only so long.

I reccomend everyone go from having really long hair to shaving their head once in their life. It's like you're a new person, only you're still the same. And everyone comments about it, even people you don't talk to that often. (or, as was the case yesterday, people you never talk to--a waitress at a bar I go to two or three times a month with co-workers came up to me and made some comment.)

The response to the change so far has been very positive. I don't have any weird lumps on my head or anything. I look tougher now, I guess, and my ear-rings stick out more, which I think is good. I've always wanted to look more punk, without actually doing anything terribly darastic. OK, so I guess shaving my head is kinda darastic. Maybe. Really, I'm just affraid Yami is going to never speak to me now. (And, as predicted--not here--she hasn't really been writing me since she got back to caltech. So I wouldn't even notice a difference... not that I'm bitter. ;)

another thing that has changed is that now I have a car. It's alex's old car.

Laura played a dirty little trick on Jason by telling him that she had a new boyfriend (because when she got back, I was a new man, no hair, and a car!) anyway, he was amused when we showed up at his party together.