Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Let's Play Clowns!
Before we leave home, our night is still
And we lay on the bed fully dressed
This is a new thing
And we both deserve this,
One night with no one.
It's rare to feel this expensive
But next to a girl like her
It's impossible not to.
In this house, in this town.
Before we leave home, we are alone
And now new thoughts come
If the car won't start, would it be better if it did?
But I know it will
And this we'll lose
A moon to look to
From inside out
Without the lights on
It's rare to feel this expensive
But next to a girl like her
It's impossible not to.
In this house, in this town.
It's still early
A bright 10:30
And we speed through the evening.
Music by: Minus the Bear.
Album: They Make Beer Commercials Like This
Year: 2004
And we lay on the bed fully dressed
This is a new thing
And we both deserve this,
One night with no one.
It's rare to feel this expensive
But next to a girl like her
It's impossible not to.
In this house, in this town.
Before we leave home, we are alone
And now new thoughts come
If the car won't start, would it be better if it did?
But I know it will
And this we'll lose
A moon to look to
From inside out
Without the lights on
It's rare to feel this expensive
But next to a girl like her
It's impossible not to.
In this house, in this town.
It's still early
A bright 10:30
And we speed through the evening.
Music by: Minus the Bear.
Album: They Make Beer Commercials Like This
Year: 2004
Labels: Minus The Bear, music, song lyrics
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Links From Today's Lunch Break.
Since I posted a small rant last night and have yet to get any comments, I figure I'll dazzle everyone with a small list of links that I stumbled on today while taking a break from the research I'm doing for one of my software projects.
Rhapsody Music is selling 114 songs in DRM free 256kpbs MP3 format from the smashing pumpkins. That's $.18/song. Its all rarities or B-sides. This won't last long, so if you're got the $20 to spend on the album, go for it.
This post on the consumerist gives the skinny about the "non-mechanics" at a Jiffy Lube intentionally wrecking a new Pontiac G6's oil plug when the owner requests that they leave it a little loose now that "her husband will be changing her oil from now on". It goes without saying that places like Jiffy Lube and Grease Monkey employ people willing to work on cars all day for $6/hour and have no vocational school training (at least, none is required) or any certifications. That's why its always a good idea to either do it yourself (if you're capable) or take it to a trained, skilled, and (hopefully bonded) mechanic. Consider any difference in price "piece of mind".
If you are in the market for a new car, say because you've found out that Mazda, Honda, and Mitsubishi are all offering 0% APR for 60 months (that's a long time) for qualified buyers, or because you're getting married and need to lay the old clunker to rest before its wheels fall off, Consumer Reports has published a list of the top 10 most fuel efficient cars in price per mpg. That means getting the most fuel bang for you buck. The Honda Fit Sport leads the pack, with the Mazda 3 and Toyota Prius following close behind it. Not seen on the list: Any American made economy cars. Let's hope GM's still around to release the Chevy Volt in 2010.
Speaking of the Chevy Volt, if the idea of a plug in series hybrid car that's almost as aerodynamic as the Honda Insight that can get nearly 40 miles range on its electric motor, there's an "Unofficial Wait List" to indicate interest to GM. They also want to know what you think the Volt is worth (as in your ideal MSRP) and what you'd put down on one as a down payment/deposit.
Even though the Volt is planning on being released in 2010, don't expect to see too many of them. GM is having them built by hand just like the EV1. That means production is going to be limited to 10,000 vehicles the first year. And it means its very easy to shut down production because the labor is costly (making the car more expensive) and the factory doesn't have to be re-tooled. Expect GM to bet that the price of oil will drop, gas will level out at $3.50/gallon for a year or two, and people will feel comfortable with a V6 Chevy Tahoe "CrossOver". The American auto industry's tombstone will read "They just didn't get it".
On a lighter note, here's a post titled "10 Things You Should Know About Asian Girls...Revised". If you're well adjusted, this is going to read as "common sense". Things like "Don't assume I speak bad english. I could be faking it to get away from the creepy old guy." and "Don't assume I get turned on by you knowing Kung Fu." and "My family will want to see if you're interested in just me, or also interested and accepting of my culture."
So it may not be an interesting read for you. Its the tone that I like. Its written like its talking down to the kind of D.C. douchebag that bemoans that "dating is sooooo hard" and that from now on, he's only dating Latina or Asian women exclusively, because white women figure out his passive-aggressive bullshit before he could even mention that he "used to be a millionaire on paper". Old soapbox postings like that get me all choked up, if just because the level of pathetic and stupid mixed in such a douchey way.
Lastly, after that rant, I'm going out on a classy note. Here's an article talking about the easiest income source for hot chicks: Internet Money. You don't even have to get naked or be a cam-whore. These days, so many people are online, that a video of you playing Wii Fit in your boyfriend's t-shirt and a bikini bottom might be enough to earn you some crazy AdSense cash. Didn't really watch any of the videos since YouTube is kinda "not acceptable use" but I'm sure someone, somewhere is offended at the idea of "hinting about showing your boobies == money".
Rhapsody Music is selling 114 songs in DRM free 256kpbs MP3 format from the smashing pumpkins. That's $.18/song. Its all rarities or B-sides. This won't last long, so if you're got the $20 to spend on the album, go for it.
This post on the consumerist gives the skinny about the "non-mechanics" at a Jiffy Lube intentionally wrecking a new Pontiac G6's oil plug when the owner requests that they leave it a little loose now that "her husband will be changing her oil from now on". It goes without saying that places like Jiffy Lube and Grease Monkey employ people willing to work on cars all day for $6/hour and have no vocational school training (at least, none is required) or any certifications. That's why its always a good idea to either do it yourself (if you're capable) or take it to a trained, skilled, and (hopefully bonded) mechanic. Consider any difference in price "piece of mind".
If you are in the market for a new car, say because you've found out that Mazda, Honda, and Mitsubishi are all offering 0% APR for 60 months (that's a long time) for qualified buyers, or because you're getting married and need to lay the old clunker to rest before its wheels fall off, Consumer Reports has published a list of the top 10 most fuel efficient cars in price per mpg. That means getting the most fuel bang for you buck. The Honda Fit Sport leads the pack, with the Mazda 3 and Toyota Prius following close behind it. Not seen on the list: Any American made economy cars. Let's hope GM's still around to release the Chevy Volt in 2010.
Speaking of the Chevy Volt, if the idea of a plug in series hybrid car that's almost as aerodynamic as the Honda Insight that can get nearly 40 miles range on its electric motor, there's an "Unofficial Wait List" to indicate interest to GM. They also want to know what you think the Volt is worth (as in your ideal MSRP) and what you'd put down on one as a down payment/deposit.
Even though the Volt is planning on being released in 2010, don't expect to see too many of them. GM is having them built by hand just like the EV1. That means production is going to be limited to 10,000 vehicles the first year. And it means its very easy to shut down production because the labor is costly (making the car more expensive) and the factory doesn't have to be re-tooled. Expect GM to bet that the price of oil will drop, gas will level out at $3.50/gallon for a year or two, and people will feel comfortable with a V6 Chevy Tahoe "CrossOver". The American auto industry's tombstone will read "They just didn't get it".
On a lighter note, here's a post titled "10 Things You Should Know About Asian Girls...Revised". If you're well adjusted, this is going to read as "common sense". Things like "Don't assume I speak bad english. I could be faking it to get away from the creepy old guy." and "Don't assume I get turned on by you knowing Kung Fu." and "My family will want to see if you're interested in just me, or also interested and accepting of my culture."
So it may not be an interesting read for you. Its the tone that I like. Its written like its talking down to the kind of D.C. douchebag that bemoans that "dating is sooooo hard" and that from now on, he's only dating Latina or Asian women exclusively, because white women figure out his passive-aggressive bullshit before he could even mention that he "used to be a millionaire on paper". Old soapbox postings like that get me all choked up, if just because the level of pathetic and stupid mixed in such a douchey way.
Lastly, after that rant, I'm going out on a classy note. Here's an article talking about the easiest income source for hot chicks: Internet Money. You don't even have to get naked or be a cam-whore. These days, so many people are online, that a video of you playing Wii Fit in your boyfriend's t-shirt and a bikini bottom might be enough to earn you some crazy AdSense cash. Didn't really watch any of the videos since YouTube is kinda "not acceptable use" but I'm sure someone, somewhere is offended at the idea of "hinting about showing your boobies == money".
Labels: blogging, cars, gas prices, links, music, Reddit, soapbox, video, youtube
Thursday, September 27, 2007
The finish line
My long day ended at 8:30. I could finally eat dinner.
After a veggie burger, I found I was still wound up and on edge. I relaxed for half an hour and hit the gym. It was productive, it was relaxing, and I think I finally burnt off enough energy and stress so that I may sleep a peaceful sleep, for tomorrow is the season 4 office premiere, and I will be watching it with my co-workers.
And Friday is minus the bear. I can't put into words how excited I'm am to hear them play live. Its one of those "I can die happy now" moments. I've been listening to WVU's radio station (92U -- The Mouse!) and they came on today and it was one of those perfect moments where driving and music meet to be a relaxing journey.
I have a feeling I'm going to have one of those out of body experiences where I can't help how stupid I look as I move to the music (like I did the first two times I saw Death Cab play live back in the day). Katie Chang would comment that I looked like a dancing robot who's malfunctioned between funk and berserk.
But whatever. It beats doing the "stand and sway". What's the point of going to a concert and pretending you don't like the band if they're the reason you showed up? I can't wait. Even writing about it has gotten me excited about it, so I need to call this quits so I can sleep.
After a veggie burger, I found I was still wound up and on edge. I relaxed for half an hour and hit the gym. It was productive, it was relaxing, and I think I finally burnt off enough energy and stress so that I may sleep a peaceful sleep, for tomorrow is the season 4 office premiere, and I will be watching it with my co-workers.
And Friday is minus the bear. I can't put into words how excited I'm am to hear them play live. Its one of those "I can die happy now" moments. I've been listening to WVU's radio station (92U -- The Mouse!) and they came on today and it was one of those perfect moments where driving and music meet to be a relaxing journey.
I have a feeling I'm going to have one of those out of body experiences where I can't help how stupid I look as I move to the music (like I did the first two times I saw Death Cab play live back in the day). Katie Chang would comment that I looked like a dancing robot who's malfunctioned between funk and berserk.
But whatever. It beats doing the "stand and sway". What's the point of going to a concert and pretending you don't like the band if they're the reason you showed up? I can't wait. Even writing about it has gotten me excited about it, so I need to call this quits so I can sleep.
Labels: late night thoughts, music, pittsburgh, ramblings
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Stay Stay Stay
"Stay Stay Stay" By Bedford, off of Smiles Are The Batteries (link below)
It may be true I've fallen for you
and its the worst single thing I could do
For if you knew how I really feel
you would be scared away
I think you know what I'm going to say
Stay .... Stay ... Stay ...
it may be true I'm kinda blue
and just one sure fuck you
say night good and good morning night
I swear my intentions are pure
I think you know what I'm going to say
stay stay stay
true
its meaning to you
and I guess its time you knew
this night won't end
with us as friends
you know what I want to do
I think you know what I'm going say
Stay Stay Stay
and if you don't believe me
I swear every word and you know its true
and if you don't believe me
i said i said i said "I do"
it may true
it may be right
we'll figure it all out after tonight
so close that door
its almost four
we've only got two hours till the light
I think you know what I'm going say
Stay Stay Stay
and if you don't believe me
I swear every word and you know its true
and if you don't believe me
i said i said i said i said "I do"
I can't believe I've fallen for you
and its the worst single thing I could do
'cause if you knew how I truly feel
you would be scared away
I think you know what I'm going to say
Stay.....Stay.....Stay.....
04-bedford_-_stay_stay_stay-fkk.mp3
Another song that always brings me back. I remember singing along to this live. Go Local Scene.
It may be true I've fallen for you
and its the worst single thing I could do
For if you knew how I really feel
you would be scared away
I think you know what I'm going to say
Stay .... Stay ... Stay ...
it may be true I'm kinda blue
and just one sure fuck you
say night good and good morning night
I swear my intentions are pure
I think you know what I'm going to say
stay stay stay
true
its meaning to you
and I guess its time you knew
this night won't end
with us as friends
you know what I want to do
I think you know what I'm going say
Stay Stay Stay
and if you don't believe me
I swear every word and you know its true
and if you don't believe me
i said i said i said "I do"
it may true
it may be right
we'll figure it all out after tonight
so close that door
its almost four
we've only got two hours till the light
I think you know what I'm going say
Stay Stay Stay
and if you don't believe me
I swear every word and you know its true
and if you don't believe me
i said i said i said i said "I do"
I can't believe I've fallen for you
and its the worst single thing I could do
'cause if you knew how I truly feel
you would be scared away
I think you know what I'm going to say
Stay.....Stay.....Stay.....
04-bedford_-_stay_stay_stay-fkk.mp3
Another song that always brings me back. I remember singing along to this live. Go Local Scene.
Labels: indie rock, lewisburg, love, music, personal, ramblings, thoughts
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Those Kneepads
Those Kneepads -- Originally Written and Performed by Bedford
From the Album, "Smiles Are The Batteries"
Before she left she told just how faithful she would be
she said she loved me and said this just before she left me
"Don't you ever change -- I hope you stay the same.
Its hard to find a heart so true."
Now here's where things get strange
When she got back she changed
While I was waiting here at home.
She spoke of other men
And what she'd done with them.
While I was waiting all alone.
I said,
"I thought those kneepads that I
bought you were for soccer!"
Her reply was cruel
"Devotion is for fools
Who wear their hearts upon their sleeve
Don't you ever change?
You stayed the fucking same.
I can't believe you waited for me."
This song hits me in the same place every time. Because I was going through something just like it when I was going to their shows, and this song, even though it was already 2 years old, hit me harder than it did the first time. I can't separate the emotional intensity of this song to me -- it brings me back.
Sometimes its feels good to just feel a little angry.
From the Album, "Smiles Are The Batteries"
Before she left she told just how faithful she would be
she said she loved me and said this just before she left me
"Don't you ever change -- I hope you stay the same.
Its hard to find a heart so true."
Now here's where things get strange
When she got back she changed
While I was waiting here at home.
She spoke of other men
And what she'd done with them.
While I was waiting all alone.
I said,
"I thought those kneepads that I
bought you were for soccer!"
Her reply was cruel
"Devotion is for fools
Who wear their hearts upon their sleeve
Don't you ever change?
You stayed the fucking same.
I can't believe you waited for me."
This song hits me in the same place every time. Because I was going through something just like it when I was going to their shows, and this song, even though it was already 2 years old, hit me harder than it did the first time. I can't separate the emotional intensity of this song to me -- it brings me back.
Sometimes its feels good to just feel a little angry.
Labels: lewisburg, music, personal
Friday, February 02, 2007
The real 400th post.
(I decided to publish this after all....)
Pop open the bubbly. I just realized this is my 400th post.
But I don't hear any applause because I haven't been putting anything engaging on this blog for a while, and its been ages that its been interesting. I realize this, bit a lot of the things on my mind are things I can't write about. Or to be more precise, I won't write about it. I save all the good stuff for my soapbox mailing list.
So let me fill you in the what I'll call "the tiny", which is the little bits of my life that I feel most comfortable about talking about.
A friend of mine leaves for Colorado this Monday. This will be the start of her 'real world' experience. Paying bills, paying rent, car payments, car insurance, working 40 hrs/week for a salary and benefits. Having to deal with the subtle difference between having a career and working a job. I'm taking off work to see her off from Pittsburgh this Monday. I haven't seen her since she left for Australia, but I've been helping her over Skype with some car buying advice. I'm also interested in seeing how sweet the 07 civic is up close.
She said she was afraid of what's ahead but she knew that if she didn't get out when she did, she might never. I know the feeling entirely. I'm glad she has selected a path of professional and personal growth, but that was one thing about her I was always confident about -- that she'd grow.
Its going to be tragic hearing her tell me how terrible a person I am for the last time (until the next time).
I haven't had any new optical migraine attacks which have caused temporary blindness in a while. Their disappearance seems to coincide with my quitting smoking for the umpteenth time. I have, however, just recently developed an intermittent ringing in my left ear at a very high frequency. I heard William Shatner developed something like this as a result of a 'special effect' gone wrong on the set of the original series of Star Trek. It apparently got bad enough that he considered suicide for a year before something came to the rescue. It sounds like that 'teen repellent'.
I've started bringing a brand of french vanilla coffee to work, and when nobody's looking, I use the spare coffee pot to brew up a batch. I brew it extra strong, like we did for our 'morning brew' at my last workplace. I've been secretly hoping someone who prefer the coffee and give me props. I did get props. One or two of the other engineers like my 'unleaded' french vanilla.
I know, talk about vanity. But coffee at my last workplace was a capital 'C' issue -- Coffee. Even though I wasn't a convert to the church of starbucks, it was something that I took interest in. The coffee here is nothing special. I am merely trying to improve upon it in my own humble way by enabling choice. Its the same reason I volunteer my time to collect recycling in our building space.
New music to the iPod: Handsome Boy Modeling School, Day In The Life, Dido, Thievery Corporation (The Cosmic Game and The Mirror Conspiracy), Panic At The Disco, The Used, and a lot more. I wish the iPods were compatible across chip platforms. If you have an iPod that works with a G4/G5, it shows up as broken when plugged into a x86 Mac Book Pro.
And now for the 400th post kicker. A 'big story'.
I've decided to tell a very odd story, where all the names but mine have been changed to protect the innocent.
Back when I lived in south side, there was a friend of mine in her senior year of school. Being a bit of party girl, she'd twist her girlfriend's arms and go out to the south side as much as possible. I'd often get drug out with the gang, the only guy at a girl's night out. She'd always flirt with some guy, and get him to buy her drinks. I'd laugh it off, because whatever we had, it wasn't a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship.
But she always asked me to rescue her. And I always did. I'd end up losing sleep, feeling exhausted, doing crappy work at my crappy job, but no matter how many times I said "I'm leaving at midnight, I don't care if she's flirting with someone or how many drinks she's had." I found myself there by her side at last call. I'd always make sure she got to sleep, safe and sound.
Three weeks before we stopped speaking to each other, I remember a small hypothetical conversation. What would I do if I was a girl and I found out I was pregnant? I thought long and hard, but I couldn't give a 'right' answer. I just didn't know. I've always found myself politically on the side of pro-choice, but it comes down to the belief that people can make up their mind on what's best for them. "You're the first guy I know who didn't just say 'get rid it' right away," she said. I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but I thought nothing of it at the time.
A week ago, a mutual friend said something to me, and when replaying my day before sleep, this hypothetical conversation popped into my mind and I sat bolt upright, considering the very possible overtones that I definitely ignored after being told it was all just a 'close call'.
There is no way what I am thinking could be true. There is no way I would be kept in the dark. Not about something like that. Right?
"She is the queen of secrets," echoed in my head.
This thought experiment's conclusion shook me to my core.
In 2004, I was probably a little out there. I was more than irresponsible. Immature could've been a summation of most of my personality quirks. But if I were to bring a new life into this world, intentional or no, don't think for a second I'd run from that responsibility. You can grow up very fast when someone is counting on -- really counting on you. I'd "man up", and I'd be there. All growth is comes from a combination of passion, determination, and need.
The story ends with me sitting upright in bed in the dark at 2 in the morning, telling myself that it didn't happen, it can't be, and that I've really got some real sleep, and forget it all. I never rescued anyone from a situation they didn't create, and the same goes for those who've rescued me.
The other side of the coin is oft overlooked. As much as I've ended friendships by saying the wrong thing or not holding back, the soapbox list is coming up on its 8th birthday. It started as a way to have an easy and quick way to reach the friends you never want out of touch. The people who shape your life. And I wouldn't be videotaping their wedding vows if I wasn't there for them. I wouldn't make a point to see my friends off. I wouldn't have refused to throw away a 4 year friendship with chuck over department politics.
I hope this is real enough for some of you silent readers. Enjoy your weekend.
Pop open the bubbly. I just realized this is my 400th post.
But I don't hear any applause because I haven't been putting anything engaging on this blog for a while, and its been ages that its been interesting. I realize this, bit a lot of the things on my mind are things I can't write about. Or to be more precise, I won't write about it. I save all the good stuff for my soapbox mailing list.
So let me fill you in the what I'll call "the tiny", which is the little bits of my life that I feel most comfortable about talking about.
A friend of mine leaves for Colorado this Monday. This will be the start of her 'real world' experience. Paying bills, paying rent, car payments, car insurance, working 40 hrs/week for a salary and benefits. Having to deal with the subtle difference between having a career and working a job. I'm taking off work to see her off from Pittsburgh this Monday. I haven't seen her since she left for Australia, but I've been helping her over Skype with some car buying advice. I'm also interested in seeing how sweet the 07 civic is up close.
She said she was afraid of what's ahead but she knew that if she didn't get out when she did, she might never. I know the feeling entirely. I'm glad she has selected a path of professional and personal growth, but that was one thing about her I was always confident about -- that she'd grow.
Its going to be tragic hearing her tell me how terrible a person I am for the last time (until the next time).
I haven't had any new optical migraine attacks which have caused temporary blindness in a while. Their disappearance seems to coincide with my quitting smoking for the umpteenth time. I have, however, just recently developed an intermittent ringing in my left ear at a very high frequency. I heard William Shatner developed something like this as a result of a 'special effect' gone wrong on the set of the original series of Star Trek. It apparently got bad enough that he considered suicide for a year before something came to the rescue. It sounds like that 'teen repellent'.
I've started bringing a brand of french vanilla coffee to work, and when nobody's looking, I use the spare coffee pot to brew up a batch. I brew it extra strong, like we did for our 'morning brew' at my last workplace. I've been secretly hoping someone who prefer the coffee and give me props. I did get props. One or two of the other engineers like my 'unleaded' french vanilla.
I know, talk about vanity. But coffee at my last workplace was a capital 'C' issue -- Coffee. Even though I wasn't a convert to the church of starbucks, it was something that I took interest in. The coffee here is nothing special. I am merely trying to improve upon it in my own humble way by enabling choice. Its the same reason I volunteer my time to collect recycling in our building space.
New music to the iPod: Handsome Boy Modeling School, Day In The Life, Dido, Thievery Corporation (The Cosmic Game and The Mirror Conspiracy), Panic At The Disco, The Used, and a lot more. I wish the iPods were compatible across chip platforms. If you have an iPod that works with a G4/G5, it shows up as broken when plugged into a x86 Mac Book Pro.
And now for the 400th post kicker. A 'big story'.
I've decided to tell a very odd story, where all the names but mine have been changed to protect the innocent.
Back when I lived in south side, there was a friend of mine in her senior year of school. Being a bit of party girl, she'd twist her girlfriend's arms and go out to the south side as much as possible. I'd often get drug out with the gang, the only guy at a girl's night out. She'd always flirt with some guy, and get him to buy her drinks. I'd laugh it off, because whatever we had, it wasn't a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship.
But she always asked me to rescue her. And I always did. I'd end up losing sleep, feeling exhausted, doing crappy work at my crappy job, but no matter how many times I said "I'm leaving at midnight, I don't care if she's flirting with someone or how many drinks she's had." I found myself there by her side at last call. I'd always make sure she got to sleep, safe and sound.
Three weeks before we stopped speaking to each other, I remember a small hypothetical conversation. What would I do if I was a girl and I found out I was pregnant? I thought long and hard, but I couldn't give a 'right' answer. I just didn't know. I've always found myself politically on the side of pro-choice, but it comes down to the belief that people can make up their mind on what's best for them. "You're the first guy I know who didn't just say 'get rid it' right away," she said. I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but I thought nothing of it at the time.
A week ago, a mutual friend said something to me, and when replaying my day before sleep, this hypothetical conversation popped into my mind and I sat bolt upright, considering the very possible overtones that I definitely ignored after being told it was all just a 'close call'.
There is no way what I am thinking could be true. There is no way I would be kept in the dark. Not about something like that. Right?
"She is the queen of secrets," echoed in my head.
This thought experiment's conclusion shook me to my core.
In 2004, I was probably a little out there. I was more than irresponsible. Immature could've been a summation of most of my personality quirks. But if I were to bring a new life into this world, intentional or no, don't think for a second I'd run from that responsibility. You can grow up very fast when someone is counting on -- really counting on you. I'd "man up", and I'd be there. All growth is comes from a combination of passion, determination, and need.
The story ends with me sitting upright in bed in the dark at 2 in the morning, telling myself that it didn't happen, it can't be, and that I've really got some real sleep, and forget it all. I never rescued anyone from a situation they didn't create, and the same goes for those who've rescued me.
The other side of the coin is oft overlooked. As much as I've ended friendships by saying the wrong thing or not holding back, the soapbox list is coming up on its 8th birthday. It started as a way to have an easy and quick way to reach the friends you never want out of touch. The people who shape your life. And I wouldn't be videotaping their wedding vows if I wasn't there for them. I wouldn't make a point to see my friends off. I wouldn't have refused to throw away a 4 year friendship with chuck over department politics.
I hope this is real enough for some of you silent readers. Enjoy your weekend.
Friday, December 29, 2006
Back Up Completed
I backed up my entire music and iTunes TV show collection (features 2 seasons of Battlestar Galactica and a few months worth of Daily Show and Colbert Report) on to my Dreamhost account. 38GBs of music and TV took nearly a whole week with my connection.
I think its time for me to upgrade to the super fast connection.
I think its time for me to upgrade to the super fast connection.
Labels: dreamhost, music, personal
