actuality.log

I just got back from a bar I’d been in since some 9 in the evening. Actually, it isn’t as hard to be in a bar for extended periods of time when you don’t drink as one might initially naively assume. Well, actually it might be. There was so much cigarette smoke about I can barely keep my eyes open at the moment. Or maybe that’s just me being sleepy.

The following is an excerpt of a converstation between a random guy at my street corner and a homeless woman thereabouts. Oh, and the guy had white earphones on.

Random Homeless Woman: Oh, you have yourself one of them iPods huh?
Random Guy with iPod: Why, hello. Yes, I do.
RHW: One day, when I get rich and famous I am going to get myself an iPod.
RGWi: Uh, you don’t, errr, yes, good idea.
RHW: The sound quality must be awesome huh?
RGWi: It’s pretty good. I like it.
RHW: You know, once I publish my best selling book and get famous, I will have one of those. But first I have to write it.
RGWi: Yes, that’s a first step.
RHW: Wish me luck.
RGWi: Good luck with your book.
RHW: Thanks! Have a nice day.
RGWi: And a good day to you too ma’am.

Now you’ll begin to wonder, given the ease with which he was maintaining the conversation, whether he actually had a player or was just sticking the earphones into his ears as a fashion accessory.

All the excitement has finally died down and the intelligent country has made a worthy choice. Kudos.

It is a good thing people around are so pleased too.

Evening pics without proper preparation suck.

First, a totally random and off-topic observation. I saw a 2 year old at lunch eating mac ‘n cheese with a pair of chopsticks. Now that isn’t something see everyday. Actually, this is the sort of thing you never see, period.

Now, onto today’s story.

I know absolutely nothing (or probably very little) about most things. But that doesn’t stop me from forming very strong opinions about them. Since it usually works out that my intuition is correct, this is a style I tend to stick to. Now all is well and good if it is only me involved. I can be (as we all are in varying degrees) naive, prejudiced, stuck in my ways, holier than thou … . I can make gross generalizations, crude over-simplifications (hey, that’s what I do for a living) and so on and still get away.

It doesn’t matter. It’s my life, I live it how I want to. It works for me and I don’t need to explain my choices to anyone.

Now things start getting complicated when there is a reason for me to explain myself. I “felt” something was right, went ahead and did it, turns out I was “too right” and now someone wants me to explain how I decided with what little I knew. I mostly can’t. There is no reason. Some things you “just know”

Why am I bringing up any of this? Tomorrow is apparently when people in this country vote on their president. How do I know? If you’ve been bombarded with vote for <insert your favourite candidate here> some 1300 times, you’d know too. Anyway, I am no one to be saying this because I was far away from home when a major set of elections were going on there and the super smart country almost picked an unqualified clown as the prime minister.

Now I could say, “make your vote count and vote for the more intelligent candidate, I ‘just know’ he is the right choice”. But then you’ll be all, “explain yourself to me. Why should I, when he has <insert stand here> on <insert arbitrary issue here>”. So I won’t. What I will say is I know from personal experience that not making a choice and having things end up near disastrously is a sickening feeling. What’s worse is you have to shut up and bear it because you don’t even have the right to complain.

This message brought to you by your friendly neighbourhood make-your-vote-count-or-suffer-fools department.

Since my earring was beginning to come off, and I didn’t fancy it falling anywhere and losing it, I removed it planning to put it back again “correctly” if/when I learnt how to. A week and a half later, there is no hole in my ear to worry about learning. After all that freaking thought I put in over so many years about “irreversibly scarring my body” this is what I get in return – the stupid thing took absolutely no time and pain to form and closed without a trace. Genius.

I am slowly getting out of what has probably been one of the worst weeks ever in terms of a lot of things. I cannot believe how sluggish and unmotivated I’ve been. I’ve been feeling “mentally ill”. I probably made it to work like two times. But all of that is slowly beginning to change. I did a ton of housework and some intellectual work just to get me in the “now I am doing something at least” frame of mind. Today, the dishes, tomorrow, the world!

And I had a grand total of two little kiddies who somehow mananged to get past the external security system and find my humble abode in search of candy. Both with parental backup. One was a witch, and another, well I don’t know what she planned to be or was. All I do know is her parents ought to have put in a lot more time into that costume.

And who’d have thunk it? There are times being a chocaholic slob actually has some benefit.

I’ve done all I can at the moment to minimize spam.
– All “linkdumpable” files have been changed to random names. Meaning, if a bot was looking for something specific like blah-comments.post.php (since it knows the format of the file) to be able to spam it, it won’t be able to find it anymore.
– Commenting is closed on all posts over a month old. Actually, it isn’t really closed but the comment is piped to my e-mail and doesn’t show up immediately on the site. If it is legit, it will eventually come up. If not, you’re a spammer and will be added to my list of people to be mean to.
– All comments are browsed through for flag words viagra, casino, etc. and if something seems fishy, it is held up for moderation before showing up on the site. So remember, if you’re making a small penis joke, and viagra is essential to the punchline, don’t worry if the comment doesn’t show up as soon as you type it. There is no need to repost. This is also done for fishy IP pools and referers.

If things still get out of hand, I will need to resort to “make-sure-you’re-human” checks before letting you comment. A pain, yes.
– Ask a simple riddle and expect a sane answer before allowing a coment.
– Show you a picture and make sure you can parse it.
– Forcing you to register and sign up each time. EEEEEK!

Eminem’s new video – Mosh. Surprisingly “activistey” and informed.

Because the other style (wordpress’ default) made me want to gauge my eyes out, I’ve hastily cut-and-paste and what not to get the theme as close to how it was before the upgrade. A lot of it is still “off”, but I will slowly fix that. Most mockable is the comment box that so-neatly fits with the rest of the scheme, not. Go ahead, laugh.

But the weird thing it still doesn’t feel “home” and I am unable to pen anything “real” at the moment.