winter finally arrives in DC. it's snowing. i'm going outside to play.
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i need a dog or a chia pet or something. my geek pursuits keep giving me heartburn.
Volkov keeps hating for it, but I recently became the proud owner of a Panasonic PT-AE700 home projector. This baby was once very,
very sexy to me. She is small and spare, no frills. She can take
component or high definition inputs and can be set to resolutions
ranging from 420i all the way up to 1080i.
And, the best part: she has a zoom-able lens which is capable of
projecting a 120 inches of hi-def output on the wall of my small city
apartment. That sure makes for rather large Locust Grubs when I'm
rocking Gears of War with a screen that measures ten feet from bottom
left-corner to top-right corner. It's also cool to watch Number Six
rock that red dress on Battlestar Galactica (moving to 10pm Sundays,
btw). My friends are kind of worried about the whole thing
and triy to get me to go outside once in awhile. I'm not sure what's
up with that.
Anyway, Panasonic is pretty proud of this projector too. Price tag
for it when it was purchased was just about the same price as a 60" LCD TV. Hey, if I want to play
Geometry Wars in 1080i on a screen bigger than my car and don't feel like investing in my 401k, why not?
Panasonic is also rather proud of the bulb life in said projector. So
much so that they typically overestimate its run-life by more than 2/3
of what, through my internet research, seems to be the case for the
lion's share of the projector bulbs out there for this unit.
Panasonic advertises all over the place that the bulb for this
projector will last for 3000 hours.
Mine lasted about 560 hours. Woopay.
I checked my bulb time (the projector keeps track of how many hours
you've had your bulb on "on") right before diving into an online Gears of War fragfest for
about five minutes. Then, a loud "pop" and the screen goes dark.
With a sickening sense of doom I was still able to hear myself get
chainsawed in half by my Locust foes courtesy of the sound
feed from the 360.
The rubs? Listed:
1. Panasonic advertises, falsely, that their bulb will last for 3000
hours. False advertising is illegal.
2. Pansonic doesn't warranty the bulb past 30 days from purchase. If
the bulb has only, say, 3 hours of South Park on it and blows up 30
days past your date of purchase, you're frakked.
3. Panasonic doesn't answer their customer service line when I call.
It rings and rings and rings.
4. Panasonic's website email service is broken. I entered my
information, penned my complaint, made my request ("Your projector
sucks, send me another bulb plz kthx") and tried to send it. Nothing
happens. Click click click clickclickclick. Nothing. Nada.
5. Replacement bulbs for this projector are about $350.
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i need a dog or a chia pet or something. my geek pursuits keep giving me heartburn.
Volkov keeps hating for it, but I recently became the proud owner of a Panasonic PT-AE700 home projector. This baby was once very,
very sexy to me. She is small and spare, no frills. She can take
component or high definition inputs and can be set to resolutions
ranging from 420i all the way up to 1080i.
And, the best part: she has a zoom-able lens which is capable of
projecting a 120 inches of hi-def output on the wall of my small city
apartment. That sure makes for rather large Locust Grubs when I'm
rocking Gears of War with a screen that measures ten feet from bottom
left-corner to top-right corner. It's also cool to watch Number Six
rock that red dress on Battlestar Galactica (moving to 10pm Sundays,
btw). My friends are kind of worried about the whole thing
and triy to get me to go outside once in awhile. I'm not sure what's
up with that.
Anyway, Panasonic is pretty proud of this projector too. Price tag
for it when it was purchased was just about the same price as a 60" LCD TV. Hey, if I want to play
Geometry Wars in 1080i on a screen bigger than my car and don't feel like investing in my 401k, why not?
Panasonic is also rather proud of the bulb life in said projector. So
much so that they typically overestimate its run-life by more than 2/3
of what, through my internet research, seems to be the case for the
lion's share of the projector bulbs out there for this unit.
Panasonic advertises all over the place that the bulb for this
projector will last for 3000 hours.
Mine lasted about 560 hours. Woopay.
I checked my bulb time (the projector keeps track of how many hours
you've had your bulb on "on") right before diving into an online Gears of War fragfest for
about five minutes. Then, a loud "pop" and the screen goes dark.
With a sickening sense of doom I was still able to hear myself get
chainsawed in half by my Locust foes courtesy of the sound
feed from the 360.
The rubs? Listed:
1. Panasonic advertises, falsely, that their bulb will last for 3000
hours. False advertising is illegal.
2. Pansonic doesn't warranty the bulb past 30 days from purchase. If
the bulb has only, say, 3 hours of South Park on it and blows up 30
days past your date of purchase, you're frakked.
3. Panasonic doesn't answer their customer service line when I call.
It rings and rings and rings.
4. Panasonic's website email service is broken. I entered my
information, penned my complaint, made my request ("Your projector
sucks, send me another bulb plz kthx") and tried to send it. Nothing
happens. Click click click clickclickclick. Nothing. Nada.
5. Replacement bulbs for this projector are about $350.
there's nothing strange
about an axe with bloodstains in the barn
there's always some killin'
you got to do around the farm
about an axe with bloodstains in the barn
there's always some killin'
you got to do around the farm
i weary of my usual internet hangouts (not including Gears of War, of course).
what are your favorite intArweb sites?
what are your favorite intArweb sites?
it's 61 degrees here in DC. it's January for chrissake.
i think i'm going to protest the weather by staying in tonight drinking beers and playing Gears of War in 120 inches of HiDef awesomeness.
i think i'm going to protest the weather by staying in tonight drinking beers and playing Gears of War in 120 inches of HiDef awesomeness.
looks like i'm going to be an uncle.
neato.
now why the hell doesn 't www.howtobeanuncle.com work? is the site down, you think?
the world sure is a desolate place sometimes. i don't want to make the world in my image or bend it to my indomitable will or anything...
...i just want life to be one big long sexy party. one that everybody's invited to and where the beer and hedonism flows like a neverending river through the marble halls of laughter and vice. i want warm flesh given in love and respect and reckless abandon scented with tequila and edged with dark eternal dreams. i want profound friendships forged in honor and blood oath, toasted in spilled wine and sweet tears. i want endless celebration stretching into virgin forests, across cold craggy peaks and flowing like dancing ghosts through gritty desert sandstorms. i want bloodmoney and old grudges buried and forgotten in cold ground and the ignorance of fanaticism drowned in the sweat of our earnest and all-inclusive coupling. i want as much love and warmth and nighted hours of bliss for you as i do for me and mine.
is that too damn much to ask?
...i just want life to be one big long sexy party. one that everybody's invited to and where the beer and hedonism flows like a neverending river through the marble halls of laughter and vice. i want warm flesh given in love and respect and reckless abandon scented with tequila and edged with dark eternal dreams. i want profound friendships forged in honor and blood oath, toasted in spilled wine and sweet tears. i want endless celebration stretching into virgin forests, across cold craggy peaks and flowing like dancing ghosts through gritty desert sandstorms. i want bloodmoney and old grudges buried and forgotten in cold ground and the ignorance of fanaticism drowned in the sweat of our earnest and all-inclusive coupling. i want as much love and warmth and nighted hours of bliss for you as i do for me and mine.
is that too damn much to ask?
i can tell you taste like sky
'cause you look like rain
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for the first time in 16 months, i actually felt something akin to raging violent bloodred passion last night. sometimes the right pairs of hands, lips and eyes are all a man needs to feel himself again.
with my fingers entangled in her hair and my teeth dancing along her collarbone she brought me back to life with her soft pliant pleas. after, skin salty and cool with dried desires, sleep came like a mountain to press me down into spent oblivion. letting go never felt so good.
thus reconnected, my eyes are open.
'cause you look like rain
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for the first time in 16 months, i actually felt something akin to raging violent bloodred passion last night. sometimes the right pairs of hands, lips and eyes are all a man needs to feel himself again.
with my fingers entangled in her hair and my teeth dancing along her collarbone she brought me back to life with her soft pliant pleas. after, skin salty and cool with dried desires, sleep came like a mountain to press me down into spent oblivion. letting go never felt so good.
thus reconnected, my eyes are open.
with the onset of my 30s i've come a bit late to the realization that my list of true friends grows perilously short, as does my time with my beloved family. the winter solstices i rarely mark and the christmases i do hardly better at are numbered.
my hometown in TX has been deftly robbed of it's appeal to me (if it ever had any), my family grows older and more scattered and the "friends" i once had are these strange people i've realized i barely know.
my father is stooped and grey and more daft with each passing season but retains that curious quality to tug at my heart with his smile and earnest, pure love for his sons.
my mother lives her mothering of baby boys days over and over in her head even as she marks the grey in my beard and the ring on my sister-in-law's finger.
so goes another year. i'm not sure how i feel about it. i kind of feel nothing at all except a vague sense of loss intermixed with some primal happiness at simply being alive. they call that irony, i guess.
my hometown in TX has been deftly robbed of it's appeal to me (if it ever had any), my family grows older and more scattered and the "friends" i once had are these strange people i've realized i barely know.
my father is stooped and grey and more daft with each passing season but retains that curious quality to tug at my heart with his smile and earnest, pure love for his sons.
my mother lives her mothering of baby boys days over and over in her head even as she marks the grey in my beard and the ring on my sister-in-law's finger.
so goes another year. i'm not sure how i feel about it. i kind of feel nothing at all except a vague sense of loss intermixed with some primal happiness at simply being alive. they call that irony, i guess.
HOBBIES
i have a few hobbies. i like them. that's why they call them hobbies, because people like them. i like what i like. these few things bring me joy.
but, i'm tired of taking shit for my hobbies. why do people feel that my hobbies and likes are any less valid than theirs and not worthy of time spent doing them? do i fucking disparage the things you like to do simply because i don't dig them in the same way? what makes your hobbies untouchable and mind worthy of naught but scorn?
fuck you if you don't like me reading "weird" fiction books.
fuck you if you don't like me listening to "all that downer music."
fuck you if you don't like me drinking beers dark and irish.
fuck you if you don't like me playing video games because you can't understand the allure.
fuck you for thinking so much less of me that you can't be happy that certain things bring me joy.
HOS
fuck you if you tell me no girl will ever love me because i like the things above. i don't want to be set up with your vanilla puritan take-home-to-mama friends anyway. i mean really, if you're trying to set me up with some flawless drone chick from the Brady Bunch, how well do you actually know me?
fuck you for even asking if i'm gay simply because i'm choosing to be single these days and don't really want a girl around for very, very personal reasons that have nothing to do with being gay and have more to do with trying to pick up all the broken pieces of myself.
fuck you for calling me "a great piece of ass if he'd only be more normal."
CAVEATS and ADDS
i neglected to mention:
fuck you if you turn up you nose at my lifting weights obsession just because you have some vestigial dislike for "jocks" left over from your high school trauma days.
fuck you if you don't respect that i frakkin' love Battlestar Galactica just because you don't like it yourself.
this journal entry brought to you by my fraying temper at how squares think their "legitimate" hobbies (sailing, debate club, craft making, sewing, dogs, bad reality TV, being square, religion, raising rugrats, etc) give you some sort of moral high ground.
as such, since "squares" doesn't really describe anyone on SG, this journal entry wasn't meant for any of you. i can take a little gentle ribbing about my video game hobby.
i'm off to TX for a few days. first time flying since the no liquids thing. i guess i'll have to leave my customary flask of Patron Silver at home.
i have a few hobbies. i like them. that's why they call them hobbies, because people like them. i like what i like. these few things bring me joy.
but, i'm tired of taking shit for my hobbies. why do people feel that my hobbies and likes are any less valid than theirs and not worthy of time spent doing them? do i fucking disparage the things you like to do simply because i don't dig them in the same way? what makes your hobbies untouchable and mind worthy of naught but scorn?
fuck you if you don't like me reading "weird" fiction books.
fuck you if you don't like me listening to "all that downer music."
fuck you if you don't like me drinking beers dark and irish.
fuck you if you don't like me playing video games because you can't understand the allure.
fuck you for thinking so much less of me that you can't be happy that certain things bring me joy.
HOS
fuck you if you tell me no girl will ever love me because i like the things above. i don't want to be set up with your vanilla puritan take-home-to-mama friends anyway. i mean really, if you're trying to set me up with some flawless drone chick from the Brady Bunch, how well do you actually know me?
fuck you for even asking if i'm gay simply because i'm choosing to be single these days and don't really want a girl around for very, very personal reasons that have nothing to do with being gay and have more to do with trying to pick up all the broken pieces of myself.
fuck you for calling me "a great piece of ass if he'd only be more normal."
CAVEATS and ADDS
i neglected to mention:
fuck you if you turn up you nose at my lifting weights obsession just because you have some vestigial dislike for "jocks" left over from your high school trauma days.
fuck you if you don't respect that i frakkin' love Battlestar Galactica just because you don't like it yourself.
this journal entry brought to you by my fraying temper at how squares think their "legitimate" hobbies (sailing, debate club, craft making, sewing, dogs, bad reality TV, being square, religion, raising rugrats, etc) give you some sort of moral high ground.
as such, since "squares" doesn't really describe anyone on SG, this journal entry wasn't meant for any of you. i can take a little gentle ribbing about my video game hobby.
i'm off to TX for a few days. first time flying since the no liquids thing. i guess i'll have to leave my customary flask of Patron Silver at home.
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