I made friends with one of the moths that lived outside outside my apt. I say lived in the past tense because its decided to TAKE UP PERMANENT RESIDENCE ON MY COMPUER SCREEN. asshole.
For the last two hours I've been trapping the thing and taking it outside, where I figure the bastard'll be more happy. Go back inside and he/she/it follows me in.
Under normal circumstances, I'd just crush the fucker, but I'm trying to building up some good karma.
Tying several life narratives together, Tatum looks a lot like the girl that's really pissed at me. Tatum==hawt. M==hawt. Tatum!=M.
Said girl is coming back to town in a few hours. I'm gonna see if I can have a heart to heart with her. Normally I'd jsut say 'fuck it' and let her go. For some reason, I feel compelled to make some kind of peace with her.
Maybe I'm losing my edge.
and on a geekier note:
Almost got this system of equations refined. They're supposed to model physical memory. Like what the army does for comabt readiness training. They get these kids all lined up and have them repeat the shouldering the rifle drill over and over until the CO farts and they do it. I've got the main idea expressed through the eqns but the notation is super ugly and hard to follow.
muzak:
my buddies from bad taste records are coming through wednesday at Vertigo in b'ton. If any of you noise/breakcore/hiphop savvy cats are up for it, you should check it out. One of the label people is gonna let me sell their album through their distro chain whenever I get it finished.
friend fetha is gettin ready to put out a mixtape soon. If you all love her, which I know you do cuz I'll break your fingers otherwise, you should beg her for a copy. Do it for your fingers.
ug, I may not be able to get drunk anymore, but my typing goes down the hill after six or so beers.
For the last two hours I've been trapping the thing and taking it outside, where I figure the bastard'll be more happy. Go back inside and he/she/it follows me in.
Under normal circumstances, I'd just crush the fucker, but I'm trying to building up some good karma.
Tying several life narratives together, Tatum looks a lot like the girl that's really pissed at me. Tatum==hawt. M==hawt. Tatum!=M.
Said girl is coming back to town in a few hours. I'm gonna see if I can have a heart to heart with her. Normally I'd jsut say 'fuck it' and let her go. For some reason, I feel compelled to make some kind of peace with her.
Maybe I'm losing my edge.
and on a geekier note:
Almost got this system of equations refined. They're supposed to model physical memory. Like what the army does for comabt readiness training. They get these kids all lined up and have them repeat the shouldering the rifle drill over and over until the CO farts and they do it. I've got the main idea expressed through the eqns but the notation is super ugly and hard to follow.
muzak:
my buddies from bad taste records are coming through wednesday at Vertigo in b'ton. If any of you noise/breakcore/hiphop savvy cats are up for it, you should check it out. One of the label people is gonna let me sell their album through their distro chain whenever I get it finished.
friend fetha is gettin ready to put out a mixtape soon. If you all love her, which I know you do cuz I'll break your fingers otherwise, you should beg her for a copy. Do it for your fingers.
ug, I may not be able to get drunk anymore, but my typing goes down the hill after six or so beers.