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Sunday, June 3, 2001 |
Crap. I was going out to the train yard to take pictures of graffiti when I pass a police car that is parked at the side of the road. He had motioned for me to pass and I didn't think anything of it when his lights came on and he pulled me over.
At this point I know it can only be because of one of two things. Either my car tag which is in the rear window instead of on my bumper or the loud music I'm blaring with my windows down. It turns out it was the music. And get this... he let me off basically because I live in South Carolina (this was downtown Augusta Georgia where I was pulled over) and I claimed I didn't know the law (which was a lie). He also said something to "home base" about me "changing my attitude" after I apologized for the loud music. I think he thought I was giving him lip because he first pulled next to me with his lights on and we both had our windows down and he told me to turn the music volume down so I turned it down and then off and we sat there for a minute, the two of us, not saying anything so I asked him if there was anything else he wanted to say or if I could go. I didn't mean to sound rude or disrespectful but I guess he took it that way because that's when he made me show him my license and stuff. He tells me the fine is $150 and that if he pulls me over again for this, I will get a ticket and I smile and thank him and drive off cursing him and calling him all manner of bad names. What a jerk. There was no one around to complain other than him. I think he pulled me over because I was there. My music really wasn't even that loud. I like it loud enough that I don't hear the rest of the world while I have my windows down. I'm not a basshead. I'm not one of those guys who blares droning deep notes that rattle windows and trees. I like to listen to the broad spectrum of sound: the highs and the lows and the mids. I do like loud, rocking, shaking, booming music, but I can't compare to those guys who have huge speaker cabinets and easily vibrate towering buildings from miles away. Anyway, I bought a new alarm clock last night because the one I own right now does this fun thing where the number panel disappears entirely and I have no idea what time it is or anything. Finally, it died completely so I bought a new one with "Four different kinds of nature sounds." That's right, it plays nature sounds. Mostly what is does it recreate pleasant sounds of nature using radio frequencies but I kind of found the ocean surf a bit relaxing. I just wish I could slow it down to a more leisurely wave crest instead of the constant and quick pounding. It also features wind which sounds exactly like static from a radio, forest which is full of electronic crickets and owls and a brook which actually sounds pretty real and would be okay were it not for the annoying bird chirping which sounds fake and annoying. I own a cool alarm clock. Yeah, boy! |
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Saturday, June 2, 2001 |
So I spent a major part of the day tangling with customer support at Bellsouth.net because for some reason my computer decided on its own with no instruction from me that connecting to the internet is a loathesome, tiring task and so it absolutely had to disable this problem. So I spent close to an hour and a half picking apart individual system elements to the point that I felt I was speaking a completely different language as I selected and deselected and clicked and right clicked and applied and restored defaults to things with insane series of random letters like "AT&F" and "MV+DL1" and so forth as my brain melted into a confused pool of swirling putty. I'd like to think I'm somewhere between computer God and helpless newbie. Yeah. I'd like to think that.
So after a sheer and uncomprehensible waste of time, of course I was still unable to connect to the internet and the tech guy was telling me to get my hands on a Windows 98 CD and call back to configure some network stuff and I was cursing and gnashing my teeth and foaming at the mouth. So I did a very smart thing (no, really!). I called my cousin Chris who programs computers in his sleep and has done Tech Support for AOL among others and could disassemble a computer to the point that he was working with individual computer atoms and then reassemble it with the same parts but it would run at twice the speed and also be able to make coffee for you each morning. Chris (and his buddy Rory) ran me through the usual battery of questions and then quickly found the problem. I needed to put a "1" in front of the area code when I dialed in. At that point I felt compelled to let out a scream that no doubt would have split my monitor in half. Suffice it to say that I shall now rely more on my friends for tech support than on tech support. But to be fair, tech support has to put up with a lot. The guy I spoke to kept asking me to "right-click on the little blue 'E' on your desktop." You mean the IE icon? Duh... but it's not his fault. Most of the people calling tech support are complete morons. Anyway, Chris shared with me a wonderful and hilarious video you should see that shows not only what tech support does, but how it does it. This is that video. Enjoy it now. I have no idea how long this link will be valid. |
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Thursday, May 31, 2001 |
man beef
This is the best internet resource for cannibals to order fresh meat over the web that I could find. Enjoy. |
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Tuesday, May 29, 2001 |
Not to keep bringing up Dave all the time but he just sent me this as a response an e-mail and I had no choice but to post it everywhere I can. It's just too good...
I prematurely hit the send button..the next email from you was the .TIFF..my bad.. |
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Friday, May 25, 2001 |
Speaking of Dave stuff, I'm pretty sure I mentioned this before but dunderwerks is his tight, little pita. I help him out widdit but he's really handling it on his own. Check it out. The reviews are always interesting. | ||
Thursday, May 24, 2001 |
Back in the day when I worked for Supercoups, Dave had this plastic carry-out container with three or four leftover chicken wings in it. He kept it stowed away out of site in the fridge and if anyone ever asked about it, he would say, "It's an experiment." (Our desks were right by the fridge so we always got to see it and stuff) (wow) Those chicken wings stayed in there for well over six months until one day we got courageous and opened them up. They were all dried and leathery and Dave ate one and died. Well. He didn't eat one and die, but still, that would have been pretty cool. (Sorry Dave! I know it sucks but I'd be in awe if you ate a six-month old chicken wing and died! It'd rock! Yeah!)
So last night I'm over at Supercoups working with Dave on their website when I decide to get a drink. But then I realize I only have a twenty dollar bill on me so I can't use the Coke machine. We search around, hoping to find something like bottled water or something when I notice a box of Krispy Kreme doughnuts with two or three left inside. "Hey! Doughnuts!" I say, stating the obvious. "Don't eat those man," Dave replies. "It's an experiment." |
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| Speaking of crappy web design, check out Super Coups USA on my site while I assemble the finished product. IT SUCKS! Not them! My work! The colors are hard on the eyes and the site is pretty boring thus far (although some random graphics of happy people with coupons may do something, albeit very little, to spice it up a bit). Just another example of why I am not a heavily employed web designer. Still, I'd like to think I'm better than most.
Come to think of it, check out familyiiawah, a collaborative art project run by yours truly and featuring a veritable who's who of web artists. I don't like to brag but I got the hook up. *COUGH* *COUGH* Maybe not. But still, the project is always in evolving phases (and my lazy butt never put up the "join" page and stuff). You might like it. Or you might wish me dead. Either way, I'm not affected. |
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Monday, May 21, 2001 |
TATs Cru
One of, if not the best graff sites in the world. Not tons of stuff to look at but just so friggin' cool. Flash should always be this way. |
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Monday, May 21, 2001 |
The Medicine Cabinet says "YES!" to crappy web design! The Iron Mill detained for questions and pending suit. Film at 11.
PS: I strongly reccommend you try out The Medicine Cabinet's "search" feature. Not the one at the top of the page. The one under the "hours" button. Whee this good stuff! |
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Monday, May 21, 2001 |
I don't know why I remember this right now but when I was about 13, I was heard License To Ill by The Beastie Boys and it was my first real exposure to hip hop. Sure, I used to breakdance and listen to a lot of electro funk but most of that had an R&B spin and I wasn't really aware of hip hop. I was just into that because it was popular (remember that time period in the 80's? Everyone I knew wore one glove and had cardboard in their basement so they could breakdance and no one thought there was anything goofy about tying a bandanna around your head and leather jackes with a zillion zippers were accepted because Micheal Jackson wore one and Michael Jackson was the epitome of cool, masculine badness!).
Anyway, a guy named Brian I was good friends with played me some of License To Ill (and also Run DMC's amazing Raising Hell) and I really got into it. But I didn't understand a lot of the slang at the time so some of the lyrics made no sense to me and I'm certain I probably was reciting hilarious and off-kilter versions that were nothing like the real thing whenever I would be singing to myself or whatever. One song (the name of which escapes me but I'm certain you'll know which one) has Mike D. saying "My posse's gettin' big and my posse's gettin' bigger." Now I knew what a posse was. I knew about the old west and cow pokes stringin' up cattle rustlers. But I didn't understand what the Beasties were trying to use the word for. So I asked Brian and he told me, "You're too young to know about stuff like that," insinuating it was something dirty (?). In retrospect, I realize that Brian had no freaking idea what they were talking about. As I said, I don't know why, but years later this still sticks with me. Oh yeah. Have I shown my age now be reminiscing like this? I think so. I'll probably post some more odd memories tomorrow. Thank you for this time to reflect. |
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Wednesday, May 16, 2001 |
Okay... a guy walks into a bar, and the bouncer at the door tells him, "Hey buddy. This is a respectable establishment. You've got to wear a tie if you want to come in." The guy thinks for a second and wonders if he's got an old tie in the pile of junk in the back seat of his car so he goes back there and starts rummaging around, finding lots of junk but no ties. He starts to get upset when he locates a pair of jumper cables. Thinking quickly, he slips the cables around his neck and ties them into an elegant windsor. He returns to the door and the bouncer studies him for a second and then says, "Okay... I'll let you in. But don't start anything."
Ha ha ha ha. You have no chance to survive make your time. For great justice. Sorry. I liked the joke. It's my fault. I'm a bad person. |
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