actuality.log

I made time for the tax thing and the software on the site that’s supposed to help me prepare it is down.

Just great.

Hmm. Dozed off at work for something like an hour. Just woke. That hasn’t happened before, not during sane hours anyway.

I’m very drained. I am not getting anywhere with anything. All of this sucks.

People suck. Complicated things suck. Tension sucks. Life sucks.

I want to go to sleep and wake up with everything the way it should have been. I don’t want to deal with any of it.

Broken code.
Adhoc additions to said broken code.
Sheesh, the word adhoc and its connotation.
Insufficient test prep.
The existence of tests.
Tons of piled up homework.
The existence of homework.
Lack of understanding of what’s going on in classes due to not doing said homework.
Taxes. 300 fishing forms asking me stuff I don’t particularly know or care for.
Sleep deprivation.
People referring to me as “guy with the nice hair” or some such, and NOTHING ELSE.
As in, when all you need to be is something more to said people.

Insufficient knowledge, heart, skill, ability to work or enthusiasm to fix any of this.

Fish. Life sucks.

Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn’t mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnat tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae.

The rset can be a total mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm.

Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.

Fcuknig amzanig huh?

Tihs infromtaion was sotlen from smoewhere esle.

And I’m well. Well, relatively anyway. It’s not like I have run out of photos to post here, but I’ve decided to stop doing that. Once I got the system up and running to upload my photos to galleries on the photo page, I decided to slow down with the pushing of substandard content here.

Unless, I really have something to say about/with the photos anyway.

Now on to life. Hmm. Work, reading, libraries, studying, exams, homework, studying, taxes, changes, roomies, homes, studying, shopping. Should about cover it.

A lamp and its reflection.

The new photo page is live. Most albums have been enhanced or expanded. And new ones have been added.

Yes, small bits like the favorites are still broken. But in general it looks and behaves a lot better.

Forgot to post this when I posted the update to the photo page.

A small box of some sort that is supposed to hold something. Like a candle? I don’t quite know.

After mucking around for a very long time with ORIGINAL and Gallery, I decided to hack my own (very very ugly) bash script to generate the photo pages automagically from a bunch of photos thrown into a folder. Here are the results.

A test new gallery: ann arbor art fair
The older one for comparison: ann arbor art fair

Once I iron the kinks out, generating all the (new, improved? and expanded) photo pages should be a piece of cake.
In theory.

Now is the only time you can give me comments like “It sucks.” and expect me to look into why it sucks. So use it wisely.
Please, I mean.

Taken on a day when getting out of bed seemed like too much.
So I didn’t.

SCIENTISTS say, size does matter.

How cold should a place be to be called “cold dwelling” anyway? It goes down to -20 degrees C or some such here at the worst of times. I am sure it can be called “cold”.

Evil and scary science magazines.

I know I said I wouldn’t let what she said/didn’t say be the only determinant of my state of happiness. And I am trying, but it is extremely hard to do.

Today, there was a sentence spoken that involved me, the words “love” and “in”, and was spoken in the past tense. By the sound of it, and to a rational observer, this is just further driving force to plunge me into depths of depression. But none of that happened.

I am beyond ecstatic. I am happy, and recursively happier as a result. Positive feedback loops rock, in special circumstances.

I don’t feel like a weird experiment that went awry anymore. :D And it feels awesome.
(That is the first real smiley I’ve used here in god knows how long.)

– I’ve had extreme amounts of candy and chocolate today. But contrary to popular conjecture, I am not sick.
– I finally did sign a lease for a new apartment. I am officially going to be living life paycheck to paycheck by fall. But what I’m shooting for is “living”. The paycheck to paycheck bit is an unfortunate consequence.
– I finished my first check (if you haven’t noticed, we now spell cheque, check) book yesterday. I used it to pay for my tickets home. Why is finishing a check book such a big deal? It isn’t, if you’re you. If you’re me and you know you didn’t make your own bed until a little while ago, it is a HUGE deal.
– I was wearing this pair of jeans (that under normal body dimensions will be just fine) that were literally falling off today. Not happening, especially when crossing a road or some such. Holding onto your pants, and attempting to hold back hair from flying all over the place because of the wind, is kinda goofy looking.

Now, for cheap thrills. I was checking my body mass the other day. But kept moving around so the thing couldn’t stabilize long enough to get a reading. Yay, checking without really checking.

Yes, that is a teeny bit of one of my toes.

Switching to photo log mode for a few days. I am tired. Watch this space for the return of Princess hSirah’s story, soon.

The kinds of things you can find in kitchens, (especially if they aren’t mine) are usually quite amazing.

Thinking a bit for the new photo page. Have to upload a lot of the better stuff I’ve taken in the recent past. Definitely going to use this, unless something better comes along, of course.

You might want to click me.

Pastel floral shower curtains rock. Which reminds me of a funny conversation on IRC.

<mp> i am convinced i am a woman
<Oreoboros> mp: Why’s that?
<mp> cuz i went to bed bath and beyond for a shower curtain and left with $700 worth of shit
<mp> and i had to go back because i realized after i checked out that i forgot to buy a f*cking shower curtain