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July 5, 2005

Bay 2, manual transmission, putting in the oil, putting in the oil bay 2

I really hate how naive I am when I get my oil changed (or I'm driving my parents' car and I get the oil changed for them, as is the case...always). The worker read me a list of things that "should" be done/replaced and I said, "Sure, all of it." She then asked, "Would you like me to tell you the prices?" I heard them and said "Gooo! No thanks." I was delighted how helpful she was and that she recognized my inability to do anything adult/car-related. Still, even w/o the filter being changed (which she recommended against) but with "good oil" being used, as my dad would like, I was charged $52 for an oil change.

Give me a break!

July 11, 2005


I don't have a car. In order to borrow my parents' car I had to get picked up by my dad, go with him to the Triangle Bar (on Walker St., the West Side) to meet my mom so they could ride together. While waiting for my mom, another frequent bar patron was quite drunk (5:30pm) and asking for assistance with the internet jukebox. My dad was the 2nd person to help her after another guy did it too fast. She selected $9 worth of Santana. My dad came back near me and his friends and sang, "Whatever Loooola wants. Looooola gets." He then asked someone, "She isn't normally this drunk is she? Good grief."

A little later she sat near us and said to me, "Heeeey. I saw you on TV. You were on my TV. You were in a movie on my TV. I saw you on TV. It was on Lifetime." I was slightly annoyed and a bit embarrassed. My dad started to laugh and she continued. Then he asked, "Oh, I know what movie you're talking about. Was it 'The Good Son'? "Yeah. Yeaaah. That's what he was in. You were on Lifetime." She let out. I found this strange. For one, I find it it odd that my dad knew the movie she was talking about and secondly, do I still resemble babyfaced 12-year-old Elijah Wood?

She continued repeating the "I saw you on TV" business for a while but eventually went into "You're cute. You're a cutie." and "I want to straighten your hair. I'm going to straighten your hair." I told her, "No you're not." And she said, "That's what my daughter said. She has hair just like yours. She wouldn't let me straighten it either." She then left to use the bathroom. Not the one at the bar, but the one at her home nearby. My dad did nothing but laugh at me.

July 13, 2005

A nerd battle has been won

From wikipedia

English speakers often pronounce "GIF" with either an affricate as in "giraffe" /dʒɪf/ or a plosive as in "gift" /gɪf/. The format's creators are quoted as using an affricate to pronounce the acronym. There is plenty of evidence to suggest this, much of which can be found here. However, many people use the plosive pronunciation in daily conversation. The affricate was used as the developers had a sense of humour "Choosy Developers Choose GIF", making a play on a then-famous commercial for peanut butter. Outside of the English language there are a number of further variants.

July 14, 2005

Bastille Day

Time to celebrate Bastille Day with 'Night of the Living Dead'. I'm worried that I'm not doing anything meaningful or progressing, growing or learning. I had a list of things I wanted to learn and do this summer and I'm not doing them. I need to make myself care again and do something worthwhile. Sckot is going to start helping me with 'the Timmer' this weekend and I start yoga Saturday morning. This summer I kept thinking of "Oh, as soon as this happens, I can do that". Everything always always happen{s/ed} in the future. I hate quoting movies, but in Glengarry Glen Ross Pacino says,

"What I'm saying, what is our life? Our life is loking forward or it's looking back. That's it. That's our life. Where's the moment?"

And I need to remember that. Sorry for the lameness.

July 15, 2005

Maybe I'll complain in this more often

From m-w.com

Main Entry: myr·i·ad
Pronunciation: 'mir-E-&d
Function: noun
Etymology: Greek myriad-, myrias, from myrioi countless, ten thousand
1 : ten thousand
2 : a great number 'a myriad of ideas'
usage Recent criticism of the use of myriad as a noun, both in the plural form myriads and in the phrase a myriad of, seems to reflect a mistaken belief that the word was originally and is still properly only an adjective. As the entries here show, however, the noun is in fact the older form, dating to the 16th century. The noun myriad has appeared in the works of such writers as Milton (plural myriads) and Thoreau (a myriad of), and it continues to occur frequently in reputable English. There is no reason to avoid it.
I still prefer it w/o the 'a...of'

July 18, 2005


So my brother had a party last Saturday while my parents were gone and I came home to find about 40 drunken minors throwing glasses, pounding back Busch Lite, yelling and eventually fighting. I told my parents about it, because I was in charge and I really should have been home to prevent it, and they seemed pretty cool about it. I guess they expected him to party but were glad he didn't mess anything up too bad. I was worried that both Lance and my parents would be mad at me, but everything seems fine. Sometimes it really does seem like my life is a stupid, serial sitcom. Everything always works out.

July 19, 2005

J. Timmer

In our building there are 2ish floors: we live on the top, and a woman lives on the bottom. As it turns out, her last name is Timmer, too. Our landlords told us that she's always traveling, since she has her own business, so we won't see her that often. Tom met her not too long after we moved in and reported that she is extremely nice, and fairly attractive... and that she would be having a fairly large dinner party. I think it was for someone's 50th Birthday or something.

J's guests danced and laughed below us, they ate outside, they wore sombreros, played with sparklers and had a great time. Tom and I darted across the house, peering from the sides of windows and trying to find Jane. I hadn't met her yet (I knocked on her door nearly every day, but she was always off in New York or elsewhere for work) and was dying to meet her. Sadly, we couldn't spot her.

Yesterday I went downstairs with Tom and met J. She's beautiful. I also heard a slight British accent. Tom told me nothing of this! But from the googling I'd done and what the landlords said, she was from the area. Oh, she lived in England for 10 years a while back. And I supposed that her constant traveling prevents her from speaking like a Bland Rapidian.

We apologized for the noise we'd been making and she said she has never heard us. Matt Wilson was laughing and stomping just nights before. The woman is a saint. And she was going to be gone again for another week. She'd just been in London (the week before and the week after the bombings) and was going to be at Disney World for a week, doing motivational speaking. And she might be living in Tokyo for a while because of her job. This woman is awesome.

We planned on having an international dinner sometime in August when she'll be around more. She's making Italian. I'm making something French. Maybe Tom and Mark will forget they're invited. Maybe I'll ask her to marry me. She wouldn't have to take my name.

July 21, 2005

Royal rainbow!

Thank you, Mark.

I think the King of All Cosmos is undermining my ability to read the new Harry Potter.

Na na na na na na na na na katamari damashi

July 25, 2005

For the children of bloggers

Would you

c)Be neutral about

your children maintaining a weblog?

I think I'd be neutral. And I was thinking the other day about what technologies or web phenomena will my children (or just future generations in general) be into that I won't know about. There's friendster, livejournal, facebook, etc. How would old people know about these things? They wouldn't even know where to look. But I think that's best. But I don't want to be unhip. I'm going to be a square adult no matter how hard I try.

July 26, 2005

My celly

After a kickball game nearly two months ago, I lost my cell phone. I didn't mind much. I'd had a phone for less than a year and hated how tied to it I became. (I often spoke against cell phones before getting one)

Not long after losing it I ordered a replacement/upgrade from ebay.com. The guy I bought it from told me that I was really lucky: he put $40 worth of ringtones, backgrounds and games on it. When it came I learned that I needed to get a SIM card as well. I ordered one on ebay for $0.25 and it never came.

A few weeks later I ordered another one, and I didn't see it for a while. I reported the first problem to ebay/paypal and have heard nothing since. Convinced that I'd been screwed again I sent a threatening e-mail to the 2nd person and he promptly sent it out and I received it yesterday.

I put it in and called Nextel. (My parents are on a plan w/ my dad's work and they pay for my service, which is something like $7/month) They were prompt in switching my information and I was excited to start...ignoring calls again. I spent 45 minutes deleting the 150+ contacts the former SIM card owner forgot to delete (including British Bob, even) and explored the many features of the cellphone I couldn't before (it prompted me to insert a SIM card before it allowed any other activity).

My favorite ringtones:
· LikeAPimp
· MagicStick
· P.I.M.P.
· BigPimpin1
· Playboy

My favorite wallpapers:
· "3 asses" featuring three nude women, arm in arm, facing away from the camera
· "65" featuring that image from Scarface
· "christina1" features Christina Aguilera on a shore with her arm covering her bare chest
· "21" displays the word 'PIMP' in big red letters

So, I am now officially a pimp. I have a pimp ringtone and a pimp background. (Neither is true: I have it on vibrate with "3 asses" as my background)

July 29, 2005

Hungry Heart records

Can you spot Kyle Vernier in this picture?

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