March 3rd, 2002

NewYorkNewYork

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Wow... I even make myself smile with crap I forgot I wrote...

The fine art of hate


Well.. really most of that there is a quote.. just the line at the bottom is mine...

and I remember this feeling

Centreville, VA



and this :

"Why, when one is setting out to destroy a man, does one attack the man's character?

But, when setting out to destroy a woman, does one attack her virtue? "

Any chick who's been called a whore or slut with no provocation with know what I mean.


Dammit, Ken... I'd forgotten all about that journal.
Now I'm all nostalgic. In this really bizarre way that doesn't include actually wanting to go back to that time.
NewYorkNewYork

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Well.
I'm thinking of giving up on this whole waiting thing and going to bed. The pot of coffee I've had since 10 o'clock isn't helping me at all on the sleepiness front and if it's just ICQ screwing up and not showing me that Chad is sitting there patiently waiting for me, then he hasn't checked his mail either.
bleh.
This is what happens when your boyfriend lives on the other side of the country, folks.
heh.
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NewYorkNewYork

::nods::

Your name of Holly makes you very idealistic and generous, with the strong desire to uplift humanity leading you into situations where you can express your desire to serve others. You want to assume responsibilities and to look after people; however, you can become too involved in other people's problems and tend to worry. Your name gives you a natural desire to express along artistic and musical lines. You desire a settled home and family life, and are expressive and attentive to your loved ones. You must be careful not to become possessive and jealous of those close to you, however, as you could attract losses and unfortunate experiences. If you attach an ideal of service to your life, you could find great happiness and could express a very beautiful, happy, responsible, artistic, and generous nature. The weakness of this name is in worry, which in turn affects the nervous system, creating a tendency to be highly strung or over-sensitive to the thoughts of others.


I've seen this one before and it's actually pretty damned accurate for just about everyone I've known who's gone and looked it up.
NewYorkNewYork

in this fucked up dream....

I was constructing videos of people who were legless and used odd contraptions of their own devising for getting around.
And then, becuase there were so few people in the store (don't ask me) and so many Customers (they were actually like.. a different race.. a different species) I ended up being a cashier for a bit. The other chick asked if it was alright if she rang something up and then went and got something else for this customer who was still three people back in her line.
I said. That it wasn't okay. That you could be nice, ask the others to 'hold her place' for her so that SHE could run back and get it, but we don't run a full service grocery and that the other 15 people (I counted) in her line would be pissed.
The woman was pissed, but I was feeling very no nonsense. Then a woman in my line wanted something that was back in the store, had a UPC from a similar, but wrong item and wanted it rung up and then wanted someone to take it to her house for you.
Bleh,
I went into the back to get the person with the computer to look up the damned upc, find the upc of the item she wanted, so I could ring it up and get her out of there.
We found that *all* of the codes contained the string 0371 which we knew was an unuseable string and only put on mock ups of UPCs.
Our computers would never accept it.. but there it was.
I wrote down most of them, went back out, tried it again, it didn't work.
There was another terminal forever of that mess... trying to manipulate the numbers to work correctly... the Customers around this woman getting more and more irate, so I walked into the other room
and it was a compete scene change. My house, walking into the living room, a strange man scrambling to get out of the door.
I pin him to the door with the stool that's sitting nearby, realize he was trying to steal mail (maybe he thought there was money in it?) so I use the legs of the stool to fling him into the room, I lock the door and I call for my Dad (who I can see in the other room, just puttering around. He comes in 'says well, what have we here?' and kisses the guy full on the mouth with a lingering, tongue probing kiss.
I ask him what the HELL that was about and realize from his smirk that that was his idea of fun.
Either he was going to torture the old guy with come ons and beatings or that was just his way he said hello now .

I'm a very happy camper that my alarm went off.
NewYorkNewYork

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*Lovely* debate Topic.

RIAA is, at root, inane and grasping at straws.
Stop wasting your money trying to prevent bootlegging.
Just invest in your own company and GIVE UP on the hackers.

Chad and I were discussing this last night.
It's a perfectly LEGAL USE to copy a CD that you legally purchased onto another blank CD for the purpose of listening to it privately.
Chad's example was the copies of his CDs that he made to transport to work. Because his car has been broken into more times than you would think would be humanly possible and he has a tendency to get them stolen.

This recent bullshit means that they're trying to make it impossible to protect your investment.

grar.
NewYorkNewYork

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Adding a bunch of people to the friends list that I find interesting or informative at the moment.
I always feel odd doing this becuase so many people feel they *must* reciprocate.
They don't. I just want to read your public entries becuase something caught my eye.
No need to feel the same about me.

Also, I'm exceedingly capricious.
So it stands to reason that in 3 weeks I may find what you have to say pretty boring and don't want it cluttering up my friends page. It isn't personal. In *no way* is it personal. I'm just not in the mood to read what you've got to say at the time.

The "friends list" is horribly named.
I like the think of it as my "linked to" page... or "journals of interest" page ... it's my own little easy access links page, that's all.
It.
Finito.

Of course, there are some people on my friends list that I honestly dig as people and as writers.
But that's just a co-winky-dink.