January 18th, 2006

Ceci n'est pas une personne.

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Also from entropyerika:

You Should Be A Cancer

What's good about you: you're incredibly kind, caring, and generous

What's bad about you: you can be too moody and impossible to understand

In love: you enjoy wining and dining the object of your affection

In friendship, you're: likely to depend on other friends for emotional support

Your ideal job: historian, marine biologist, or religious figure

Your sense of fashion: you dress to match your mood

You like to pig out on: classic home cooked meals, like mac and cheese
Ceci n'est pas une personne.

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Dear Boris, you and I are going to have to have words. Knocking stuff over, trying to scratch under your chin, I can understand, but...

  1. 5am is not when "petting time" starts. I wake up at 6am. Not a second sooner. Please save your petting needs till after that time. I don't buy the story that you are demanding food or water. You have plenty in the laundry room.
  2. My goatee is NOT a chew toy.
  3. You have plenty of "lap time" when I'm in front of the TV and you seem to shun my lap at those time. On the other hand, when I'm at the computer, I'm not going to pet you yet you keep demanding it. Please adjust your expectations.

Sincerely,
-Adam
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Scotland, September 2002
I feel the need to wander. To wander foriegn alleys, and visit little shops full of cultural items that I vaguely understand. To see the pigeons fly as street performers ply their skills for an audience of young and old a like. To hear the the distant sounds of local musicians and people talking around me, a sea of sound to float my thoughts and wonder what they are talking about, family, work, weddings, funerals, the weather, a little bar with a cool new band. I want to sip alien brews, and taste spices my tongue has never known before. To bury my feet in the sands of a distant shore. I think perhaps I might have caught a dangerous mix of cabin fever and wander lust.
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That's it. I give up. The online purchasing page for Burning Man is all sorts of busted, and my lunch hour is up. I'll be sending a check. The frustration from this makes me wish they would raise the price $5-$10 and use some professional ticket agency other than TicketMaster so A) it would work B) I could pay with credit card.
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What I expect to see in the near future...

Boom boxes (formerly known as ghetto blasters) with cd/dvd players and cheap data projectors. People will be able to project movies, or for mp3 or normal music cd's it will display generated eye candy.

It's just a matter of time.