social networking and watching syfy

are the two possibly related?

this pisses me off to no end

someone's fuckn with dns, because www.facebook.com produces the front page to the washington post. www.twitter.com produces a 404 - page not found.

whoever is behind this, i jus got one thing to say to your sad sorry ass: GROW THE FUCK UP.

well tnt, you've hit a double tonite

watched cold case, and heard another song that tags at my heartstrings, count your lucky stars tonite.

that's a double header from tnt tonite. way to go guys.

on edit: well, turner, you got me tonite. i'll say that. not only did you do saving grace, and i only got to see :28 minutes of it, but then you had cold case, and heard count your stars or whatever it's called, but i saw the rest of 8 mile, emenim's debut, which turned out like all goosebumpy because i remember us playing the nigga clubs, not in detroit, but in new york, and some of those scenes brought back a LOT of memories. so, i'm heading to bed 4 hours later than i usually do, and it's all due to tnt/tbs programming. way to go.

NOW DAMMIT, SAVE GRACE FOR SYNDICATION!

hellya

i've replayed that theme to saving grace at least a dozen times.

and i'm still rock hard.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vxu21fYnKMw

the final episodes of saving grace

are starting right now, and in celebration of this one hit wonderkind, i give you the lyrics by everlast:

One time around the block
Two times around the clock
Three times, don't cross the little lady (lady)

So pretty and, oh, so bold
Got a heart full of gold on a lonely road
She said, "I don't even think that God can save me" (save me)

(Am I) gainin' ground
(Am I) losin' face
(Have I) lost and found my saving grace
Thankful for the gift my angels gave me

Born alone, we die alone
'n' I'm just sittin' here by the phone
Waitin' for the Lord to send my callin'

Street wise from the boulevard
Jesus only knows that she tries too hard
She's only tryin' to keep the sky from fallin'

Any man who says it's Heaven and Hell
Prob'ly got somethin' useless to sell
You ask me if I'm saved, but what's it to ya?

Blow a quarter, cop another eight
You're runnin' out of high, you're losin' your faith
Throw your hands up and scream, "Hallelujah"

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Amen

One time around the sun
Another year older and my work ain't done
It's time for me to write the final chapter (chapter)

Deal the cards and roll the dice
Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll are my only vice
Tryin' to figure out just what's here after (here after)

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Amen

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vxu21fYnKMw

i second that emotion: A MEN!

woah boyyyyy

http://penis.farpoint.org/diary.htm

naming of the new laptop

]]]]]]65`]=187h6sw2q 1`i'd like to present to the world, my baby, TORSO. one bad ass machine and definitely worthy of the name.

the dictionary lists torso as:

Main Entry: tor·so

Pronunciation: \ˈtȯr-(ˌ)sō\

Function: noun

Inflected Form(s): plural torsos or tor·si \ˈtȯr-ˌsē\

Etymology: Italian, literally, stalk, from Latin thyrsus stalk, thyrsus (ooh, the greek god of wine)

Date: 1722

1 : a sculptured representation of the trunk of a human body
2 : something (as a piece of writing) that is mutilated or left unfinished
3 : the human trunk

the human trunk. that sounds about right.

xfiles trivia mulder scully kiss

in an x-files adventure, called "triangle", mulder and scully actually kiss aboard an old english cruise ship that suddenly appears out of nowhere in the bermuda triangle. i think it's the only time they kiss. so for all you trivia fans out there, especially those of you who like x-files, i'll let ya have this one. it was all a dream anyway, so maybe in real life, they have yet to taste each other. it's also the episode where he actually tells scully he loves her. and they leave it at that.

update: it appears that mulder and scully have in fact kissed, OFF the set. here's the pics to prove it -----> http://www.tvchitchat.net/xf2-news-mulder-and-scully-kiss-pics/

my dream machine

would be the one i have.

although, i wouldn't turn down a i7.

a paragraph from my diary

a paragraph from my diary:and damnnit all, I’[m suffering from these hiccups. they’re brginging up shit from tummy. I’m trying to make them go away. now that they’re gone. yes, time elapsed: 2 seconds. it’s all in the head.

http://www.facebook.com/iyam.leQ should be in a hotkey.

who needs apps

when you have webapps that'll do the job for ya, for free? i wanted to record the theme song for warehouse 13. the problem was my audio system was set up and plugged into my mac, which is out of commission right now. so rather than rewire everything to get audio into my laptop, i found a site on the web that has the tune for me, all queued up and ready to go.

http://www.televisiontunes.com/Warehouse_13.html

and while i was there, i checked out whether they really had the goods, and sure enough, they did. the lost in space theme song - 3rd season (1967), in its entirety. this was the very first song i learned on the piano, my piano that my parents gave me for first communion, and without music, which turned my music teacher on (sister damien, st. joe, 1967).

http://www.televisiontunes.com/Lost_in_Space_-_3rd_Season.html

hell, i invite each and everyone of you to play the included game of NAME THAT TUNE, er showtune. i scored 289. and i thought i did well. post your score if you play. so g'head and have some fun.

http://www.televisiontunes.com

see? the way i see it, is want to watch tv, interact with whatever is being shown, ande have the ability to order direcdtly with one button. htat should be standazrd on all video/audio systems.

my last diary entry

%1905%

well, son of a bitch. I fell asleep on the couch, and woke up freezing my ass, and it’s pitch black except for the tv. thinking it’s been on all night I shut it off. then I take apiss before heading to bed, thinking I could jus call vino ramon and leave a message the my pilot light wenet out and I couldn’t get it backi lit until my cousin woke up to go to work. anuyway, I’ve ben trying to call down to vino's office for the laswt half hour, and getting nobody, including the numbers I HAD, to answer. then I would have gone to be, had it not been for my need to write an entry in my diary. so I do to pull up the diary, and the day field was still marked for monday. then it dawnd o me to look at the clock on my taskbar, and sure enough it was PM, not am. fucin b9itch. I’m not late and can stay up for a while longer., and fix something nice to eat. anuyway, that’s my funny story for the day.

Avoir une bonne
année mes amis
Tienen un feliz año nuevo a Mis amigos
Έχουν μια καλή χρονιά στους φίλους μου
Have a Happy New Year my friends
Hanno un felice anno nuovo miei amici

ةلي اصدقاء "سنة جديدة سعيدة

gelukkig nieuw jaar iedereen
gelukkige nuwe jaar vir almal.

سنة جديدة سعيدة الجميع

шчаслівыя кожны новы год
大家新年快樂年
gelukkig nieuw jaar iedereen
maligaya bagong taon sa lahat
खुश नया साल सबके
boldog új év mindenkinek
felice anno nuovo a tutti
幸せな、新しい年の皆
모두들 해피 뉴 년
kuntenti snin ġodda kulħadd

همه خوشحال سال

todos feliz ano novo
счастливы каждый новый год

Сретна нова година свима

feliz año nuevo a todos

furaha miaka mpya kila

Gott nytt år alla

ทุก คน ปี ใหม่ สุข

Happy New Years herkes

vui mừng năm mới tất cả mọi người

גליקלעך נייַ יאָר אַלעמען

head uut aastat kõigile

feliç any nou a tots

Честита Нова година всички

šťastný nový roky všichni

immortality, part 1.

i have an idea for a book. or a movie, or both.

a story about some boy, who grows up and has experienced a horrible accident, that ruined his face. he goes about daily life as if one had been declared dead, then alive, but not well.

and then the opportunity of a century arrived. decked out in holiday uniform, the boy, almost 18 now, so really, a young man, is propositioned to become a robotic individual. much like data from star trek. the next generation. he would gain immortal properties, and would never have to look at death the same way again.

iow, the ability to die over and over. what that must feel like. when breathing normal air.

think this would be a movie you'd pay $10 to go see?

leave a comment then.

unles yer scared.

oy ya. happy holidays. and all that stuff.

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas to each and every one of you. even if you don't celebrate the holiday, enjoy it anyway.

twitpic ... sounds like a picture of a pussy. but no...

Email your photos to the address below:

quasara.3242@twitpic.com

( TIP: add this email into your phone's address book as TwitPic )

the specs for my new machine

it should be here in the morning. what a way to wake up, huh.

1 SATELLITE P500-ST6822 SATELLITE P500-ST6822

Mfg part #: PSPG8U-0M7021

Serial#: Z9062317W

SATELLITE P500-ST6822 SATELLITE P500-ST6822

GFX0062 NVIDIA GFORCE GT 230M WITH 1GB

HDD0061 320GB HDD 7200RPM SERIAL-ATA

HDD20004 NO 2ND HDD

KEY0008 GLOSSY BLACK US LED

LAN0002 10/100/1000 GIGABIT ETHERNET

LCD0074 18.4"TRUBRITE TFT LCD DISPLAY

MEM0080 4096MB (2048MBX2) 800MHZ

ODD0011 BLU-RAY DISC WITH SUPERMULTI

OS0111 WINDOWS 7 PROFESSIONAL 64-BIT

PCB0019 PCBA TYPE B

APP0025 NO MICROSOFT OFFICE SUITE INST

SEC0004 FINGERPRINT READER AND TOSHIBA

SPKR0001 HARMAN KARDON SPEAKERS

WARR0001 1 YEAR STANDARD WARRANTY

BAT0001 6 CELL BATTERY

CAM0005 INTEGRATED WEBCAM AND MIC

COLOR0023 FUSION? FINISH SONIC

COM10044 REALTEK 802.11B/G/N WIRELESLAN

COM20018 BLUETOOTH-2.1-+EDR-BCM2046

CPU0252 INTEL CORE 2 DUO T9600

DVICE0003 MODEM/LAN

making new memories

i'm watching this ice spider movie on syfy. it's corny as hell. has stephen chanell or is it 2 n's? i cant tell. perty soon tho, that wont be a problem as i'll have lighted keyboard. i need that motr than i need anything else. smf ur/ sjhot/ shit. i cant type on the home row keyboard any more thyan i can spot type anything else. once i have my keys made, i'm p0erty good about getting typinig done. at least self correcting really comes in handy. and this one self corrects, no? or does word do that? i dont hink i'm jusing word. i'm using whatever the browser is making me use. google. pro9babloy google docs. isnt google blogspot? i think so.

%2311%

well, shit. this should be my diary. i'm typiong like it is. so who knows. ok, i dont think it's online yet.

nope. %2312%

well, shit, it's 11 twelve.

%2320%

the premise of this movie isn't all that far fetched when you think about it. really. ice spiders? it all makes sense. to tell you the truth. really. take silk for instance. like she said on the tv. it's lightweightk, stronger than steell. and a fraction of the cost to produce. quality control is where the money is made. but silk. it should be a commodity.

or is it? hm

HEY FACEBOOK, LISTEN UP

I'VE ABOUT HAD IT WITH YOU. so PISS OFF.

finally got the answer to the mouse moving erratically

lately i've been having problems with my mouse moving erratically around the screen, all by itself, simply by typing in any window. it was as if every keystroke would pull the mouse a certain way. and it was getting bad. it would jump into another window and then whatever i was typing in ONE window, it would appear where the cursor landed up in another window. suffice it to say, it was getting very annoying. i have a bluetooth mouse now, but it would happen with the previous mouse, which was wireless with a usb receiver plugged in, and regardless if i disabled the touchpad, or unchecked some of the settings that were suggested in other posts on the internet. but nothing truly worked.

well, i think i found a way of restricting the mouse to move outside the active window. in my touchpad control panel (in mouse control panel, a tab page is available for these settings), restrict the mouse from moving outside of the active window. voila. no more typing in other windowss. or at least it doesn't seem as erratic as it used to be. it's better managed, even though it's still a problem, it's the lesser of two evils shall we say. but give that a shot and see if you don't find some relief. good luck.

oh, i jus HAD to save this for later

cock competition on facebook

it's that feeling you get when you match the temperature with the person on the phone. who is going to give you. her idea of the temperature (outside)

yes. hrmph

a view from the top

i feel like i'm on top of the world, looking down at a planet so blue and rich with life. then i wake up. and that's when reality settles in for a long stay. spoze to be a cold winter this year. i've done my part, and bought some longjohns. hopefully the boots i bought back in 89 still fit. they did last year, and i only gained about 10 lbs since. it's amazing, i weigh in a healty 185 range, give or take a few ounces.

ya, i've gained some weight, and i really don't understand where it came from ... my diet isn't at all conducive to weight gain. although i do love my ice cream. but still, the amount of food i put away is nothing compared to what i would eat 5 years ago. i used to make meals with bread, butter, salad/soup, entree with potatoes and vegetables with my steak or hamburger(i'd make fries instead). but pittance of what i used to eat. i wish the doctors would have some answers for me, but they don't.

they can't explain my counts, they can't explain my weight gain, and they are noticeably silent when i ask them about that week i stayed in st. mary's up there the middle of april. i tell ya, to this day, i can't remembedr opne iota of my time in that hospital. nothing comes to mind when i see pictures of it in rochester mayo. i've quizzed my doctor about it, and he just mumlbes that everything went fine and i passed all my tests. yet they werew unable to give me a diagnosis. that's the one thing that bothers me about rochester. there are a couple of other things that i'm disturbed about with them.

but this isn't a post about mayo. if ity was i'd be pressed to mention things that would require too much thinking on my part. and right now my mind is on writing about something else.

i'm happy about my invites to be friends are getting returned and accepted. thanks guys. youi've kept me from slamming society as a whole. i hope you enjoy yourselves with my wit, provided i can type reasonably well. i welcome all comments,. have always, but nobody reads what i type. there's theresa collins that seems to treat me well. she makes me happy and again doesn't lend herselve to play a bad part of society. she's got that truth from the heart thing going on. others, like linda, cole, jenny, and even ty. ty even referred to me as step dad, which almost gave me a hardon. if you'd see him, you would react as i.

some twety minutes later...

i think i'll close this now. i've about all out of poop for tonite., but i should get back into the habit of keeping this up to date more often than i have been ... a poopy post a day keeps the doctors away, yay hay.

-leQ

i'm writing this without the title being laid. it'll allow me to give it a good name. titles are important. they signify in a subtle way of what to expect. sometimes they do, and sometimes they don't. giving a piece a title means you're trying to exuberate the environment with sounds that are pleasing and inviting.

giving, say, a song its title. Happy Birthday. not only is it repeated twice as much as everything else, it's changing its audence from lacluster to glitterish. and since people have memorized the tune already, it would hardly be any effort to get them to sing it again. they know the song, so they'll sing along. and we'd have a very happy people in the end.

i don't know if i'm going to put a title to this. i wouldn't know what sorta words could describe this rant. out of nothing, comes nothing.

but if i do put a title to this post, i would need to let people know, but ya know what? i could wait and see if they too will come and sing along. it'd be interesting to see who comes out to watch this lasko going on and on and on and on and ON. speaking 120wpm. about getting free money. really. if you've never seen him, he's a hoot. but back to the topic at hand.

topics. their roll in the conversation between two or more people and one. i'm often that one in public. but what to call this rant. this post. this ...? i've run out of words. i'm sure there are some of you who could fill in the blank. this paragraph, if you will, will only be a mere 5 sentences long. long sentences, but only 5. i have a knack for making long long sentences. because if they knew ahead of time what the questions would be, they'll be prepared for how many? see, i'm not very good in math. i wonder if i couldn't type things out using the rhythm of external sources. just tapping my fingers on a keyboaerd, and pounding them at times to make sure they stay put. like they're going anywhere right? well, anyway, back to title. giving me a title to work on for 15 minutes is very gracious of you, ma'am. but i will understand if you couldn't get even 10? they're saying that they'd need 15x the going rate. of 15 i took it. so 15x15 -= 225. and hour? or how exactly is that supposed to work? for 225, an hour, i could give them their money's worth. but like, i almost totally forgot what the hell i was talking about. rewind.

even reading the post again, without the keying of the words into the system. cut i can barely keep up once i get going. there's kinda of a rhythm to these words' slap-hit. this cursor is moin allll over the place. right now i8t's sitting at the end of the line. but i can still use the practice. and now, what do i do? i reaally have no people skills.l not one at all. other than the face that i'm probably the most respectful person you'll erver meet. i can be. or i can choose a way-off=pad solution... for a discounted rate of course.

chicago 2009 stargate convention

well, i'm well rested and back home after a weekend of frolic and fun. conventioneering is a science. you have to know how to barter and bargain. and i went with a really nice kid - too young for my taste,, but we got along and had fun together. got somewhat drunk on friday night, spending $150+ in the hotel bar. another 100 on dinner in the hotel. so saturday wasn't me in my fineness. but we did enjoy going to dinner at maggiano's, and then playing pool in a neighborhood gay bar. where we played pool, and drank beer/cherry coke (he was driving so no drinking for him). we got back to the hotel, and just chilled out. i did a pipe, and that had me sleeping within 10 minutes. then sunday was the day to check out, sober up, and finish the convention with a photo op with the star of stargate atlantis, joe flannigan. joe, you were the highlight of my time. thank you.

so all in all, i think we had a good time. it was jake's first time in a gay bar. it was my first time spending a 150 bux in one night. we got lost on the drive back. ended up in madison wisconsin, but it really wasn't much out of our way. in fact, it was almost as close as the regular drive on hwy. 20. we took 18 accross iowa, and half of wisconsin. we put on 811 miles. and about 2.5 tanks of gas. so i'm back home and now i gotta clean diva's litter box, but stargate is on now, so i'll wait until that's over.

there's really only two sides. the upside, and the downside. there are no even side, or parallel side, although, there are occasionnally times where there is a parallel side, but it'll only exist with another parallel side. and that brings into the picture a whole slew of new variables.

two sides. the plus side, and the minus side. the good side, and the bad side. flat. things are always flat. until you hit that bump. then all hell breaks loose and you're suddenly on a one-way ticket to nowhere, but fast.

two sides. the fast side, the slow side. even i like to be in the middle of this one, i'll take fast over slow in a heartbeat.

the upside and the downside. here is where it gets personal. we're just not all as hot as we once were. the good side, much much better than the bad side.

-quasar

i had a vision of 9/9/09. i hope it's nothing more than a flash card thing.

"it's a chore, having sex."

-quasar

facebook, what it is to me

i joined facebook a really long time ago - when they first was getting started. i joined, and immediately thought, this is a load of crap, it'll never succeed.. there was just too much overhead. so i left it alone for, oh i dunno, 3years has it ben? but now. now i'm just about as addicted as anyone. really. and there's not a whole lot i can do about it. even leaving the computer down - i invariably pull the lid up and bam, i wass sitting in the chair. going to facebook.

i dont think going outside, for a drive say, will work toward that end of the craving. if there were fences in between us, you bet i would find a way to tear down those fences. or anything that got in the way of me and my facebbook. it's addictive, and they know it. they offer these games like mafia wars. does ANYbody really know what the point is? other than being the last one to be standing. no, mafia wars just will not explain herself to me. everytime i try to understand the jest of the game, up bounces something asking for money. it's at that point i stop and quit. so i'm wondering, if i were to give up some money, and own something that cost me SOMEthing (emphasis added)l, will mafia wars then show me why i needed to do that?

but i think i'm going out for a drive. i got this rental, and it's a near car. got sirius radio. rad as hell. it's kinda cloudy out. but i'll manage. maybe i'll go see who's in the park now. i might go by linda's and see if she's around.

it's been a while, since i posted to fields

and frankly i don't know what i'm gonna post about. i'll tell ya what, i'll do a bowl, and then we'll see if there's any creativity hidden under my shirt. or below my belt. so i'll be back in a few.

59%

well, it's almost 1am. and i jus did a half a bowl. finished up what i started earlier tonite. i could only take about 5 tokes, and then i was ready to put the shit down. it's that 80/8th shit. sorta like the bud i was getting when i was in san francisco. just not $80/eighth. anyway, i'm tryinjg to work my schedule down so when linda comes back i'll know what will be going on through the week. she's going back up to mpls on friday, only to return on saturday for some bridal shower. anyway, i dont quite know what will happen this week. i can only hope that diva's not needing the vet for that scrape she got into yesterday with the neighborhood bully cat. that black and while one. i've had to chase it out of the porch for being too aggressive. even to buster. buster will hold his own tho. so im not all that worried about him. it's getting close to my bed time. so i'll sign off for the nite.

Blogger vs Facebook vs Twitter

i wonder what the stats are on these services.  i'll bet blogger's second to facebook.  and twitter is a close 3rd.  i'll have to research this out and see how my answers fare.  the thing i don't like about facebook is that i cant get the hanf of these food fights, and that mafia game. what the hell is up with that. ?  anyway, i'm gonna hit the sack early tonite - before 1am.

fast, faster, and fastest

which are you? me? i'm the latter.

and likin it.

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happy fourth of july everyone

happy fourth of july you all. if you celebrate it as a holiday of history, the declaration of independence would be hung up somewhere. if you celebrate it with decor and dance, song and bling. one doesn't have to know much to enjoy the holiday of today. gaining independence is cause for celeb any time. any where. for any reason.

i thought that i could move over to facebook/twitter, and be done with the blog. but there's things about this blog that i can't capture in the blog, something that is intangible. it's more of an attitude than having anything 'inheritance. twitter has so much attitude, i'm almost afriad to post there sometimes. i spoze this blog has attitude, right?

i wish i could read this text. my eyes are blurry from the smoke. i've tried wetting down my mouth and throat, but to no success. i just have to keep the water around 24/7. i could put new lenses in, but then they'll jus get blurry like these. i would have to stop smoking to make the lenses last longer. i'm just glad there's that little bump on the f and j keys. ity's interesting to undersstand how the method of typing makes one prepare for life in much of the same. these are the right places for my fingers. i can feel it as i type. i don't need to read it. i just would like to read it. make sure that what i'm tyuping is what i'm saying. i could tryu dictation. but that means having a quiet ambience. i'm not ready for that yet.

the streets of san francisco was one, still is one, of my all time faves

RIP karl malden.

my thoughts on facebook

well, i've had a week's worth of facebook already. and i gotta tell ya, it was like i was on a trampolene. really. there were rushes, and then there was nothing. saturday night was a rush. sunday, thank god, was a nothing. some of us can't do them all nighters like we used to.

aint that right linda. and taffy.

because we're old enough to know better, regardless of whether we act better or not isn't the issue... but it's the fact that we should know better than to do some of the kind of crazy stuff ty has been into lately. and i'm only saying his name because he needs to know that there are consequences to his actions. he got really lucky lately. someone's watching over him, that's for sure.

and i'm sure it's not all one sided either. from what i hear, machaela will milk the thing if given the opportunity. and if it's in her best interest. but i'm glad he's going up to the cities. hopefully it'll jus be where he works a week under mark, and tunes everything else out, i think he can come back a more full person. if he can work for that grand, then more power to him. and i'm sure mark will keep an eye out for him too. so he's not doing what i did, and what many other kids do. thank god. but he's got a guardian angel around. i think his karma wheel is pertiner balanced by now.

but i'm still trying to get facebook's gui down. there's still a lot about facebook that i dont know, or haven't used yet. like that mafia thing. what the fuck is that all about? and

the list of voxxers - updated 6/30/09

Colin Maroney shaggy

Kelly Lincoln

David Schmidt quasar, leQ

Michelle R. riot

Stuart Klingman siva

Jessica Geslien jessii

Christopher Wisnoski skiman

Mishima Ten mish

Cathy White barton

Ed Tsigal entombed

Reuven Bell apollyon

Charles Platt felcher

Shannon Lucas

Matthew Simon Cavalletto simonm

Brady Hiscox frontline

Bader Al-Fraih xbs

Joe Gioia jag101a

Cairistiona Chow

Joe Cook ankh

Anne Toal bwp, 3jane

Melzie Colton

True Bix baby-x

Jeremy Ziemniak

Chuck Lin

Elizabeth McKay kurvybear, kbear

Paul Pimsler teepee

Gideon Lenkey

Jake 'Tea-drinking' Lister lister

Mindy Voxworth

Timothy S. Griffin cretin

Ryan Scuttle scuttle

Raul Rodriguez raul

Andrew Mihok andy159

John Whall

Mark Thomas sorabji

Jake Franklin jake

Thomas Crimi

Roxanne Xiaomu Feldman

Alejandro Ortega Gavilan

Priscilla Chang presley

Donna Loria prizm

Allen Louie alster, aoster, aosty

Net Runnr netrunnr

Colette McFadden sheimp

Jon Lebkowsky jonl

Isaac Rozenfeld amorphiz

Adam Prato sirsyko

Dana Bettinger newtt

Rose Fox

Meagan Franklin meg

Chris White slapshot

Dave Hunter

Sorel Husbands Denholtz sorel

David Parmet burma

Joe Loong joelogon

Alissa Bader molbloo

Peter Freeman

Catherine Skidmore eponine

Gita Enders genders

Zach Julian

Samantha Langton swale, mallet

Bruce G. Stewart bstewart

Seraphina Tisch

Diana Tenery-Ascher cassandra, cass

Kevin Ellis

John D'Emic cable

Michael Bayer classic

Diana Colbert spirit

Daniel Paikov ravy

Greg Vassie mutant

Carlton Brown galt

David Goldstein

Racheline Maltese reive

John-Paul Pagano

Mathew Murphy meta

Leah Campbell leah

Sara Hauschildt rothko

Matt Cable wozzeck

Sharon Greenfield pdxkona

Patrick DiJusto justpat

Dennis Wilen voidmstr

Tom Higgins tomwhore

Michael Bourke artless

Nate S nate

Gisela McKay gigi

shannon lucas = zhezhe

rose platt = bluemoon

adam knave - burble

adam trese = atfilm

robert franklin = rob, w0b

gideon lenkey = st_digital

peter freeman = e-glide

michelle reagin = riot, riotgrrl

mishima ten = bruja, mishima ten

thanks to void for the facebook source.

win7

i jus bought win7pro for $84+change. i had a $20 reward zone certificate that was going to expire so i had to spend it on something. might as well prepay win7, this way i'll have only to wait for it in the mail. hopefully they're mailing it to me,k i would have to have to be required to make a trip out there for it. what i would hope is that they let me download it. why not? i downloaded the rc. and it should be allowing us to upgrade, not do a fresh install. things get messy when i try a fresh install over an existing windows structure. bill you would save us a lot of headache if you just let us upgrade.

but i don't think he's listening.

end the sufferage, show your support

http://www.facebook.com/ext/share.php?sid=97375581649&h=vf1K3&u=jXOsg&ref=nf

happy gay day to you all

it was on the 27th of june, 1969, when the riots happened at a bar in new york city called the stonewall. evidently the queens just got sick and tired of the cops busting in all the time arresting people for nothing more than being queer. i had just turned 13. (get a load of those numbers will ya) so now every year the last sunday in june is commemorated for the 1969 riots. they usually make it a week long event, culminating with a giant parade down 5th avenue from central park to christopher street.

i just like celebrating my birthday with a parade.

well, there wasn't a parade in mason city, but there's one going on right now in minneapolis, and in cities across this big country of ours. but i did celebrate last nite with a kegger at my friend, david nunoz's house, and there was lots of people there wishing me and my other friend who just so happens to celebrate his birthday on the 27th too. so it was a good time had by all. i'm jus glad nobody got arrested for OWI last nite. seems everybody made it home and into bed.

i guess i use it as an excuse for my gayness - because i was born on gay day, er rather gay day happens to fall on my birthday. either way, i get a parade every year.

on the passing of michael jackson

searched in google brought this up:

Results 1 - 10 of about 65,900,000 English pages for michael jackson. (0.30 seconds)

that's gotta be a record for one individual. no?

those verify things at the bottom of some forms

i wish i knew what they were called, but you know those things that ensure the person filling out the form is real and not a bot? those things that look like text had been mixed in a blender, and you're supposed to enter the letters to prove you're alive. well, whatever they're called.....

I HATE 'EM.

i can never produce the right answer, even when the text is very defined. although those are few and far between. usually you get a swirled text and you're supposed to know and read what it says.

well, good luck on that. seriously, i can understand your need to have real humans filling out your forms, but really, there's gotta be a better way than to swirl some text and expect us to decrypt the thing for you. it wouldn't be so bad if the letters SPELLED SOMETHING IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE.

the next time i come across such a thing, i'm going to email the webmaster a real flame. and i'll be civil about it.

AZZ Cardfile, can't live without it

i use this fantastic little database keeper called AZZ cardfile.  after trying a number of shareware apps out there that can keep all of my data (personal, business, recreational) in one place.  not only that, but it's fast as hell.  just type a few letters and every card that matches it, gets pulled up.  and it sure saves me time from hunting down serial numbers and the like.  AZZcardfile is free to try, and only $30 to register.  if money is tight (and when isn't it), you can get the previous version for only $20.  here's wher you can get it.

as i twitted

(and i wish it could have been ringside), i'm watching the cotto/clottey fight at the garden (that's madison square garden to the uninitiated). go cotto!

note to self

shit i forgot what i was going to type down so that i would remember what 'it' was. and now i've forgotten what i was going to say. see? in a second, less than a second, i can lose all train of thought, or jump on something else and ride for a while. it's kinda fun to jump on people's trips. they all love to talk about themselves. people i find, are a generally pompous bunch.

but ya, i forgot allll about what i was going to remind myself with. it duznt happen often, thank god. but it does happen. and to which degree is how i judge my reality. only things that can excite multiple senses at a time are in rare order around here. so to fill that missing pocket of data, people often tend to talk about personal experiences. they'll generally reflect upon themselves in ways that would send psychiatrists across the globe running for their sheepskins, which are flying high in the air. but given the opportunity, people will generally talk about themselves. 90% of the time.

me? i tend to talk about them. mostly because my experiences would pale theirs. and that's being a pompous bitch. guilty, and i could care less. but really. but i speak the truth. i'm one of a kind. i like being that way. so many of the stars are also, self-absorbed. that's what makes one a diva. the fairer the light, the wealthier the game. and it's a game with them in the drivers seat most of the time (or so they tend to think they are pawns). i can see where chess would come in handy right about n0w.

so i leave with this in hand. the knowledge that i passed along a Qness secret. the realization that you are who you say you are. that's all. i'm feeling pretty good right about now. the right balance of booze and pot. it's a nice laid back feeling. not one to want permanently tho. and not doing something says just as much as doing something. it all depends on how one feels at the time and in the execution of a story line. something that says pretty much 80% of the truth.

i am about there with the ending now. one more paragraph.

finally, and i mean this truthfully, there's only one person you gotta please, and that's yourself. once you got that under control, it's time to reach out and take another story line and work at it. i can't say i'm at what stage of this cavalcade of a game i'm at. i'm not even sure of what game i'm in at this point in time. but how can anybody know what game they're going to be in. and that's a rhetorical question. planning is something i would pay someone to do. i thought linda wo9uld be good, and i think she is, jus not in my column. my relationship with this girl is one of a kind. but that's another story. one that maybe told (depending on several factors) yet tonite.

encounter@farpoint (.org) is on wiki

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Encounter_at_Farpoint shows where my email addy (encounter@farpoint.org) came from. they say, that's how you know you've arrived on the world stage is when wiki has a page on you. in this case, it's not me so much as my names' sake.

*wew* that was it

i had something enabled, a transliteration tool (i wonder why the only languages offered are southeast asia languages). thanks to ron in the blogger help group for pointing out where this switch is made. so a big public thanks to ron.

ட்பாபிது d

this is going to sound weird, but it's the god's honest ruth. when i
type a new post, it wants to translate my words into something hindu/
sanskrit. and now i can't post, unless i cut & paste from notepad.

திஸ் இஸ் கோயன் டு ற்றன்ச்லடே இந்தோ சன்ச்க்ரிட் ஜ என்சௌண்டேர்@பார்போஇன்ட்.org">@பார்போஇன்ட்.ஒர்

i can type in html mode, when i go into compose mode, bam, it starts translating. if anybody can give me a solution to this, i'd sure appreciate it.

அம இ ஸ்டில் போஸ்டிங், ளைப்.

something's in blogger's settings. i cant find anything at all related to language or keyboard. it's more alocal windows thing isnt it? this is typing in html mode. i'll switch over to compose mode below.

நொவ் இ'ம ட்ய்பிங் இன் இங்கிலீஷ், பட் இட்'ச ஸ்டில் கெட்டிங் ற்றன்ச்லடேது. ஸொமெஹொவ் சொமேவே, இட்'ச பெஇங் ற்றன்ச்ப்லடேது.


do i type in english, yes, in edit html mode. when i switch over to compose mode, i get the above typed out. i think it' a translation, not transliteration. nor is it just typing with a different font. it's a language issue. it's translating. and i cant for the life of me find out where that is set if indeed it's set at all.

someone in blogger should be looking into this.

எவேர்ய்திங் இஸ் கிங் உப இன் sanscrit

ஓர் வ்தடேவேர் தட் லங்குஅகே இஸ்.

இ போர் தி லைப் ஒப் மீ பகன் நாட் உண்டேர்ஷ்டந்து ஹொவ் இ'ம ட்ய்பிங் இன் சன்ச்க்ரிட், ஓர் ஹோவேவேர் இட்'ச ச்பெல்லேது. திஸ் இஸ் சோ வேஇர்து. பெஒப்லே வில் வான்ட் டு கோப்பி அண்ட் பேஸ்ட் திஸ் இந்தோ சொமே எடிட்டர்.


how in the hell did it keep to that script in notepad??? i'm really confused now.

and now i have to type it in notepad to get a western typeface. but this is not transliteration, it's translation

i can type right now.

farpoint fun fact

typical windows 7 installation is where 64,272 files in 13,175 folders hold fort in 11.9GB of drive space.

typical windows vista installation is 92,179 files in 19,569 folders, occupying 21.5GB of drive space.