So the webcam is up and running. I don't really know why I bought it, except that it's an ubergizmo, and I am powerless to resist their siren song under any circumstances. It spins and rotates and will follow your face (until it gets confused by the lights, at which point it will follow your ceiling) and I think that's just so neat.
The main reason I purchased it is so I can video chat with my parents, and that's neat. I'm still within an afternoon's drive of the homestead, so that's a luxury, but I still miss them. It's nice to get smiled at in real time by the people important to you.
Now I just have to figure out if I feel like figuring out how to set up a camportal to send the feed through SG. After all, I figure if the net can endure dogslife's half--nekked ass, then it can endure mine.
N.B. - This is in no way a disparaging comment on his ass. I'm sure it's splendid.
I had a fun day at work composing. It's all about serendipity, of course, as some quick riffing while I was trying to select some sounds in the synth turned into a new song entirely. I mentioned in one of the forums recently that I haven't had much experience writing electronic music, so I was particularly humbled when some guys stopped by my office and told me they were reminded of both The Crystal Method and the soundtrack to the Animatrix - definitely one of my favourite bands and albums , respectively, in the genre. I think I may be onto something here. Now to flesh it out.
Some bad habits re-emerged with some of my friends yesterday, and we found ourselves heading off to one of our favourite strip joints right after work. We pretend we're going to go for one beer, one dance, and one hour. We all know it's never going to work that way. I spent more than I wanted to but walked away with money in the wallet, and didn't have a "what the hell did i just do" moment of clarity or anything, so that was good. Some of my friends were not so lucky. I drove one of my friends back home after the first club and was home by 8. The other guy I drove decided to stay with the rest of the party and didn't make it out of the second joint until midnight. Heh heh heh. I'm relieved I chose to head home. My judgement gets progressively worse the longer I stay there.
I'm repeatedly told by strippers that I'm very gentle, or that I have soft hands, or that I'm very comfortable. I think this is the stripper equivalent of telling a guy what a great friend you are.
Tell me what the opposite sex thinks about you.
I still haven't done my taxes. They're due in next Friday. Dammit.
Where have the carefree days of my youth gone? I sure as hell didn't have to worry about only having receipts from May onwards for my RRSP contributions back then. Good times.
I've become one of those guys with the bigass plastic jar of whey powder in the kitchen. I bought a blender to make protein shakes to benefit my workouts. When the gf saw the powder, she asked me: "Are you going to become a different person?" She was thinking that between the working out and the new car and the sexy new jacket and the new piercings and the shiny new watch and all the other assorted finery that I might be getting all sexified to garner the attention of girls who weren't her. I won't lie - I want to be studied like a textbook by anything with ovaries, but she doesn't really have to worry.
N.B. - this is me saying "I'm finally starting to be happy with the way I look", which is very different from saying "Great Zot I'm beautiful!!!" I'm really only about five-eighths as conceited as you think I am.
You remember in The Matrix, the concept of "residual self image", which was how come people in the matrixe looked like their corporeal selves? I think it's something similar with me. From the new Docs on up, I think I'm trying to project an image of cool circa 1991 or so (mid-high school, when socializing all went horribly, horribly wrong). I finally have the resources to reinvent myself in whatever fashion I choose. I just think it's interesting what archetypes I'm using.
But I hope you all adore me
The main reason I purchased it is so I can video chat with my parents, and that's neat. I'm still within an afternoon's drive of the homestead, so that's a luxury, but I still miss them. It's nice to get smiled at in real time by the people important to you.
Now I just have to figure out if I feel like figuring out how to set up a camportal to send the feed through SG. After all, I figure if the net can endure dogslife's half--nekked ass, then it can endure mine.
N.B. - This is in no way a disparaging comment on his ass. I'm sure it's splendid.
I had a fun day at work composing. It's all about serendipity, of course, as some quick riffing while I was trying to select some sounds in the synth turned into a new song entirely. I mentioned in one of the forums recently that I haven't had much experience writing electronic music, so I was particularly humbled when some guys stopped by my office and told me they were reminded of both The Crystal Method and the soundtrack to the Animatrix - definitely one of my favourite bands and albums , respectively, in the genre. I think I may be onto something here. Now to flesh it out.
Some bad habits re-emerged with some of my friends yesterday, and we found ourselves heading off to one of our favourite strip joints right after work. We pretend we're going to go for one beer, one dance, and one hour. We all know it's never going to work that way. I spent more than I wanted to but walked away with money in the wallet, and didn't have a "what the hell did i just do" moment of clarity or anything, so that was good. Some of my friends were not so lucky. I drove one of my friends back home after the first club and was home by 8. The other guy I drove decided to stay with the rest of the party and didn't make it out of the second joint until midnight. Heh heh heh. I'm relieved I chose to head home. My judgement gets progressively worse the longer I stay there.
I'm repeatedly told by strippers that I'm very gentle, or that I have soft hands, or that I'm very comfortable. I think this is the stripper equivalent of telling a guy what a great friend you are.
Tell me what the opposite sex thinks about you.
I still haven't done my taxes. They're due in next Friday. Dammit.
Where have the carefree days of my youth gone? I sure as hell didn't have to worry about only having receipts from May onwards for my RRSP contributions back then. Good times.
I've become one of those guys with the bigass plastic jar of whey powder in the kitchen. I bought a blender to make protein shakes to benefit my workouts. When the gf saw the powder, she asked me: "Are you going to become a different person?" She was thinking that between the working out and the new car and the sexy new jacket and the new piercings and the shiny new watch and all the other assorted finery that I might be getting all sexified to garner the attention of girls who weren't her. I won't lie - I want to be studied like a textbook by anything with ovaries, but she doesn't really have to worry.
N.B. - this is me saying "I'm finally starting to be happy with the way I look", which is very different from saying "Great Zot I'm beautiful!!!" I'm really only about five-eighths as conceited as you think I am.
You remember in The Matrix, the concept of "residual self image", which was how come people in the matrixe looked like their corporeal selves? I think it's something similar with me. From the new Docs on up, I think I'm trying to project an image of cool circa 1991 or so (mid-high school, when socializing all went horribly, horribly wrong). I finally have the resources to reinvent myself in whatever fashion I choose. I just think it's interesting what archetypes I'm using.
But I hope you all adore me
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That's Wolf. Up until about 2 weeks ago, he weighed 116 lbs. Now he's down to a modest 109. Dogslife says he looks like a guy in a dog suit in that picture. Dogslife also tells me he's huge--I can't tell.