actuality.log

the language edition.

1. People who misspell “definitely”.
“I must defnately be stupid.”
2. People who mispronounce “congratulations”.
“CONEgratulations on your promotion. I am from the north see, this is how I say things.”
3. People who genuinely don’t realize the differences between, it’s and its or <insert-word-here>s and <insert-same-word-here>’s.
“Todays special’s.” Arggh!
4. People who use comparative forms without giving A BASIS TO COMPARE WITH.
“It’s a good thing Tums works faster.”
4a. People who do give something to compare with but don’t know the difference between “than” and “then”.
“It’s a good thing Tums works faster then Brand-X.”
5. People who in general sound like so.
“We ain’t no major airline, however we here at jetairways are happy to be provide you the oranjuice excetera in a glass supposably ducktaped to your hanrest for safety during the turbulence.”

Arggh.

Since there is absolutely no way you can be tired of this sort of thing, I now present to you the next iteration of delineate. It now has many more shadowy thingies and proposed round button sorts of things.

I know you’re going, “But this rocks and he’s awesome. How does he do it? What sorts of tools does he use? How does his work environment look?”

There you go.

“Oh-my-god oh-my-god oh-my-god! That’s like so sweet. I wonder how the real site will look. I can’t, you know, like wait. It is so going to rock.”

No, not really. And you can stop sounding like a teenage girl.

You’ve gots to love dem.

Foxy nurse. [mpeg ~ 2.03 MB] – Schiesser, apparently of their underthings fame.
Tidy up. [mpeg ~ 1.12 MB] – IKEA, I won’t waste my time describing the company.
The art of war. [mpeg ~ 875 KB] – Cossacks, a game maker, apparently.

Yes people, this is an all new level of low. If you’re somehow unable or incapable of coming up with your own fresh content, just host funny videos made by other people. They’ve been arranged in no particular order, or so you’re supposed to assume.

I’ve oft been accused of posting random pictures “just because” instead of actually exerting myself saying something real, insightful, deep, funny etc. I usually decry such criticism with some random comment like “how I choose to express myself is none of your business”. But yes, sometimes that is true. To minimize occurrences of this in the future, I decided to put up an independent photo log. It’s called Delineation (or Delineate, I am not sure yet) and here are some preliminary mock-ups of the design.

A rough start.
The first iteration.
Some more refinement.

The deal here is to work with this image until I come up with something I really like, and then code it up in XHTML/CSS. I guess the reason I am posting this here is that anyone with suggestions/brilliant ideas/criticisms can have their say now, if they’re so inclined. I am also contemplating removing the XML feeds for this web log. If nobody objects in a week or so, they are going down.

OK, you got me. This has been one of those posts where I choose to say nothing while saying something “just because”.

Yes, it’s true.

Well, not yet, but I am trying. I need to break free. I can’t imagine living my whole life wondering what it would’ve been like if I’d ever experienced youthfulness.

Curious?

are plain gifted.

The others,

well, they just fool themselves into believing they can fake it.

I morphed myself into this teenager yesterday and ended up watching a couple of hours of MTV 2. (Yes, it was hella fun.) Anyway, I happened to see this sequence of “The History Of” documentaries – one on tattoos and the other on body piercing. Apart from being informative (in the most useless sort of way), they inspired some thought. If you aren’t really the talented sorts and are unable (or even if you are and able) to express yourself the way you want to through traditional media, like art on paper, music, or words – you’ve still got a rather cool option. Thinking of something cool to say and having someone else do you. (Yes, I do choose my words with care.)

So, the rough approach to all of this seems to be:
1. Don’t give a rat’s posterior as to what anyone thinks or says to you.
2. Work out and so on, so when you are worked on, you won’t be embarrassed to show skin. (Of course, if you really got past 1, this doesn’t matter.)
3. Remove unnecessary body hair. (Painful, yes. And just what is unnecessary? I don’t know, ask a polar bear.)
4. Remember what you wanted to say. Have a grand, coherent master plan involving:
  – length, color and styling of hair,
  – number and positioning of piercing, and the corresponding bling you want hanging/sticking out
  – and finally, but just as important, position and nature of (oh-so-painful and irreversible) artwork.
5. Inform professionals of your vision in 4, and watch them try, hurt you, make you scream, and occasionally screw up while implementing 4.
6. Repeat 5 until ideas in 4 are complete.
7. Endure weeks (or months) of physical pain while wounds heal.
8. Stop bleeding.
9. Grandly show yourself to the world.
10. Get kicked out of home and written out of the will.
11. Look like (but not be) a crack head and realize you’re finally cool.

Why? Because you finally said what you wanted to. Who cares if you had to use someone else’s skill and you were just the canvas.

Now all I need is something to say. Hmm.

Ah yes, commitment, every man’s dream. Look he’s smiling from ear to ear.

Erm where his ears would have been, anyway.

Because that’s what us slackers do.

Oohhh.. what does thiiis button do?

I am feeling exceptionally creative today. Not like I used it, but I do plan to. Just populated some huge TODO lists with what I should do with my time when I’m beginning to feel bored. And did I mention I had 4 writing projects (It’s cool to call them that. I just mean I’ve been doodling a lot lately.) on my plate?

No?

Well here’s a sneak peek at one of them. “Sex (or lack thereof) and the Small Town”. It’s my treatise on relationships. Since, you know, who better than I to write about something like this. This is just a teaser, and evil comments can be kept to yourselves thank you. Nice ones are more than welcome.

BFTP^*

Now, you’ve all seen movies haven’t you? I’m pretty certain a good chunk of you’ve seen at least one movie from my part of the world. The storyline is usually fairly generic:

  — Hmmish guy meets desireable woman.
  — He’s instantly smitten (expected, considering she’s very desireable).
  — He professes his undying love for her. She’s like, “Oh, hmm.”
  — He pursues her while she is unsure (expected, considering he’s hmmish).
  — <Insert random deterrant to a happy ending here. (Usually girl’s evil dad.)>
  — But yet our hmmmish guy will circumvent all that and more to win her heart. She will finally admit that she likes him too and they will live happily ever after.

Fairly generic, with the usual variation being directed toward the trivial things – like the country in which the movie is shot or the number of songs in the movie… stuff like that. If real life were close, random generic guys would have some clue as to how to go about their lives.

Never once in their fishing story lines does it ever involve:

  — Intelligent, funny, caring, beautiful woman falling for quite ordinary guy. (Note reversal of direction from generic storyline above.)
  — Feeling comfortable enough to tell him so. (Again, note reversal of direction from generic storyline above.)
  — Getting him all excited and euphoric. (Note difference in response from generic storyline above.)
  — Feel so insecure about their own fishing selves to feel they aren’t worthy of reciprocation. (?!?)
  — Leave the scene. (?!?)
  — One abandoned normal guy remains. (Note extreme difference in end outcome.)

How the fish does random normal guy know how to deal with it? If it happened once, it’s some freak one off occurance. If it happened again, is our average guy some sort of weird freak who’s destined to forever experience this sort of behaviour?

God damn it people. You’re intelligent, caring, funny, attractive, independent… at least acknowledge that someone could see all this about you.

Maybe I should quit whatever it is I do and become a movie story writer or a director or something. This way I can make generic-average-guy-movies which real generic average guys can actually relate to.

^*BFTP – Blast from the past. This is just a buffer purge, like so.

It’s funny how brains (well, my brain anyway) seem to process information while we’re asleep. I’ve had 4-5 of the weirdest dreams over the past week or so. There was this one time, when this Chinese lady called the lab and we “talked” for about 8 minutes without either of us understanding anything the other was trying to say. It was quite freaky. That night I dreamt, strangely enough, that my mom’d become south-east Asian. Don’t ask how, just did. And I step out of bed to figure out I can’t communicate with her. See? Weird.

Then there was this other time when everyone around me starts arbitrarily speaking <insert south Indian language I absolutely abhor here> (and I hate it for so many reasons, some more rational than others. I didn’t actually say its name because … *shudder*, it gives me the heebee-jeebies just thinking about it.) Of course, when every single person in the planet talks it now, I’m left all alone and not so much lonely as insanely irritated.

It’s not always about language things like this. I was talking to this one woman who studied in multiple fields, and that night I think I dreamt about trying to do too much intellectually and being unable to cope. They weren’t the exact same subjects of course, but I am pretty certain that conversation was where the dream-weirdness stemmed from.

And every single time I get one of these, I wake <insert “in cold sweat” for effect here> to figure out it’s obviously just a dream. But more importantly, I wake to find an annoying roomie doing one of the annoying roomie things they do.

HOW FishING HARD IS IT TO KNOW WHICH ONE’S MY BATHROOM?
HOW FishING HARD IS IT TO KNOW IT ISN’T POLITE TO FINISH ALL MY MILK? AND NOT TELL ME? DO YOU KNOW HOW FishING HARD IT IS GETTING CEREAL BACK INTO THE BOX FROM A BOWL?
HOW FishING HARD IS IT TO KNOW PLAYING MUSIC AND TV AT FULL VOLUME AT 4 AM IS FishING RUDE?
HOW FishING HARD IS IT TO KNOW THERE’S AN OFF SWITCH ON THE AIR CONDITIONER? IT HAS AN OFF STATE BESIDES “INSANELY WARM ROOM” AND “INSANELY COOL ROOM”. TRY SWITCHING IT OFF IF YOU’VE MADE IT TOO WARM OR COLD. IT’S NO FishInG FUN FLUCTUATING BETWEEN 40 AND 100 F CONSTANTLY.

I am done now. I needed that.

In a bold and daring move to eliminate the backlog in pictures I’ve taken but not uploaded in the recent past, I spent a whole 15 minutes making the Ann Arbor Summer and Art Fair :: 2004 album today.

Mmmm.. preetty colours. Enjoy.

(I decided to work inverse chronologically. Apart from the community service set, this is the most recent.)

And I’m hungry.

I’d made this stupid tomato/basil sauce for pasta a few days ago and it turned out very sweet. No, not awesome and yummy, sweet, as in the taste. And like the genius I am, I don’t taste these things when I make them. You know, because I am so cool and never get such things wrong. So, the last time I made spaghetti using this, it turned out waay more sweeter than it had to be. I went hungry that evening. Today, to sort of offset that, I went overboard on salting the pasta water, and the final result was everything was waay too salty.

I’m retarded, and hungry. I wish I had a bag of popcorn the size of me right about now.

Anyway, none of that is pertinent to what I wanted to say. I was talking to S a while earlier, and it dawned on me (for like the third time) I’m finally going to move to my own place. She was going on and on about how great it is, how messy you can be, the freedom you will have, and a lot of other fun sounding things. However there was a tinge of something in the tone that indicated there was an unsaid “but” attached to all of that. It’s like, you’d have this and that… but you’d be alone and it might not be as fun as you assumed it would?

I am getting a little queasy thinking about it. I know I want this. I at least know I want to try to change. What’s the big deal? It’s not like any of this is irreversible. Or is it?

In related news, I just sorted out accounts with a bunch of old housemates. Things are looking good. Except, the way we (don’t) do the calculations, it just seems to everyone that they’re losing money. Ah well.

The new and improved grad school FAQ is up. I’ve already gotten feedback from one of the newbies telling me it’s “useful enough” but “too arrogant”. Since he is “very much sure you too would have done mailing when you were in my situation”.

And by “done mailing” I presume it means I mailed people for help when I was applying.
1. Erm no, I didn’t.
2. What’s with the tone you ungrateful b*?

In much happier correspondence news, I received my first ever mail (no, not e-mail, a package) from Germany today. Complete with a hand written letter from the woman. Quite sweet.

I cut out the section [~ 3.1 MB] of the recently released History of Doom video that appealed to me the most. This is yet another reason why id rocks. They understand the mindset of the obsessed-gamer type. We probably have no lives, but we have feelings.

In related news, I’ve swapped the ATI Radeon X800 Pro for an overclocked nVIDIA GeForce 6800 GT on the components list for the new rig. I know I swore off nVIDIA “for good” when they ruined 3dfx, but recent benchmarks have resulted in me selling out.

Yes, I am weak.