|
|
Thursday, August 3rd, 2006
| |
2:17 pm - alex.nerdy.net
|
|
So, I'm not sure whether anyone is reading my journal any more. For anyone who cares, I won't be posting on livejournal anymore, because I recently started my own website at alex.nerdy.net. So anything that would have been on here, as well as much, much more, will now be over at my website, alex.nerdy.net. You should stop by. It's awesome.
|
|
(4 things | do stuff)
|
| Wednesday, June 7th, 2006
| |
5:57 pm
|
I think I spend too much time on the computer. I don't think I used to be like this before I got my laptop (hey, are they still not officially called "laptops"? Are computer people still insisting that we call them "notebook" computers? Why? Everyone calls them laptops anyway. It's like "mobile" phones. Just call them cell phones, dudes.), but maybe I'm just in denial. I seriously spend about 80% of my time in my apartment on my computer. Sometimes not in my apartment. I went to this new coffee shop today with my computer for a couple of hours. The place was nice but it made me nervous. First, everyone in there seemed to know everyone else, which is weird, because this place has only been open for a couple weeks. Then, this guy who comes into Second Helpings (where I work) all the time came in, and waved to everyone except me, and I even had clever banter to share with him about our both being in a cafe that isn't Second Helpings. But he totally ignored me. Meh.
Anyway, the computer. I wanted to do some writing, like writing, with my hands, and, like, a pen and paper. And then I remembered how much I hate my handwriting and how I can't stand looking at it for more than a few minutes, which means I never write more than, like, a paragraph when I write in my actual journal, unless I'm writing about how much I hate my handwriting or writing in general, and that's stupid and lame and I don't need to do it. So here I am on the computer again, but at least I'm writing. Still writing about writing, though.
I need to go on more adventures. I would like to have some stories to tell that don't involve my computer or pants or food. Does anyone know how I can get involved in adventuring? Nothing too dangerous, though. Just, like, adventurous.
My neck has been stiff a lot lately. I tried drinking some alcohol to help. Maybe yoga will help. Maybe not rain will help.
Bleh. Enough of THIS crap.
current mood: stiff-necked current music: "Us" by Regina Spektor
|
|
(3 things | do stuff)
|
| Monday, May 1st, 2006
| |
8:10 am - There is so much symbolism in this post. Can you find it all?
|
Last night I dreamt that Dan and I drove to Colorado to try to bring Rafael back to New York. We got to his house but we couldn't find him, so we drove down the hill to his other house (his sister's house, I guess?), while Dan made up a song about how he should come back. He wasn't there, but when we got back to the top of the hill, there were two trucks in the driveway, and Rafael's parents were standing there (but I think they were actually Andromeda's parents) and they told us that Rafael was in the back of one of their trucks and his brother was in the back of the other truck, each wrapped up in a blanket so they couldn't see. They told us that Rafael still hadn't decided whether he wanted to come back to New York, so he and his brother got in identical blankets and they were going to put one of them in the back of our truck or and one in the back of their truck, and whichever one Rafael was randomly put in, he had to stick with it. I'm not sure what we were supposed to do with his brother if we got him, but it didn't matter, because his parents told us that they had already decided to give us Rafael. They made us promise to never tell him that they had decided for him.
They made the switch and both cars started driving away. As soon as we were moving, Rafael came out of his blanket. When he saw his parents care driving away, and me and Dan in the front seat, he just said, "damn." By the time we got to my apartment, he seemed okay with the idea. I was worried that there wouldn't be enough coffee for him, though, since I usually only make enough for me and Jessica. As soon as we got there, a woman came in the door behind us and asked me whether I was the handsomesausage. I said no, and pointed to Rafael, and I thought, "His business must be doing really well." He sold the woman a grey plastic briefcase filled with t-shirts and cool extras.
Then I had another dream about writing this dream down in an IM to Rafael. And a third dream about finishing it up on the subway, for some reason.
current mood: dreamy current music: "Magic," by Ben Folds Five
|
|
(3 things | do stuff)
|
| Wednesday, April 19th, 2006
| |
10:08 pm - I Can Fly!
|
So, I know I've been ripping on religion a lot lately, but I think that Scientology is a "religion" that we can all recognize is totally stupid. I was just reading about crazy Katie Holmes and her beau, Thom Cruz, and their recent silent birth. All that crap about the "Push! Push!" thing becoming a traumatic experience is pretty fucking far-fetched and really fucking stupid (pardon my Greek).
I remember seeing an infomercial for Dianetics one time and it was talking about this "reactive mind" business, and all I could think was what total bullshit it was. I mean, how do Scientologists not recognize the absurd vagueness of it?
Like, the commercial had this guy who was unconscious after a car crash and he was in the ambulance, where one of the paramedics was telling the other one that he was going to break up with his girlfriend, and then, like, a month later, the car crash guy's in the car with his girlfriend and they almost get hit by a car, and he just instinctively starts saying the things that the paramedic was saying, and he breaks up with his girlfriend for no reason.
But the whole thing is so circumstantial that it's absurd. I mean, what if the paramedic had been talking about a dream in which he was flying? Would the guy have believed that he could fly? Of course not. Seriously.
The mythology of Middle Earth is more well-realized than the mythology of Scientology. How do people not see that this was clearly some half-assed plot the L. Ron Hubbard couldn't turn into a novel, so he made it into a "non-fiction" book instead?
current mood: annoyed current music: "Feels Just Like It Should," by Jamiroquai
|
|
(2 things | do stuff)
|
| |
10:59 am - People in Brooklyn are Jerks
|
More specifically, members of the Brooklyn Public Library with television preferences similar to mine are jerks.
All four copies of both the second and third seasons of "The Sopranos" are missing, as well as the second season of "Six Feet Under." And, of course, none of the stupid video stores around here have anything older than the fourth season on DVD. Welcome the the 21st century, folks! VHS, shmee H-S. It's all on discs these days.
Attention, residents of Brooklyn: Stop stealing from the library! It doesn't work right when you do that!
current mood: trouncy current music: "You Don't Know How It Feels," by Tom Petty
|
|
(5 things | do stuff)
|
| Tuesday, April 18th, 2006
| |
7:35 pm - Job For Sale
|
So, I guess it really hasn't been terribly long since I had a good job interview, but it certainly has been a while since I aced a job interview, which I totally did just now. I am trying to not let that high be overshadowed by the realization that the position for which I am apparently so eminently qualified is (once again) in retail. What's more, I already have a part-time job that I actually enjoy (so far), that pays only slightly less than this international-chain-retail job. But, as I said, I totally aced the interview and they are totally going to offer me the job, so I'm a little conflicted about what I'm going to do when they offer me the job. Also, I'm a little embarrassed about their calling my old boss at Mobility. Like, more embarrassed than I was when I knew he was getting calls from jobs that were essentially exactly the same as the one I had at Mobility.
I realized today, and I guess I have known for a while in some respect, that I always break out big words in job interviews. Words I never use, and I'm sometimes not even quite sure I know what they mean, just come sprouting from my lips in job interviews. It never feels phony, but just kind of surprising, like my normally scattered brain figures out how to be organized and calls up these words I have apparently absorbed but not cycled into everyday usage. I definitely used "conciliatory" in today's interview, to describe myself, and I remember whipping out "loquacious" at a recent interview, though I don't remember the context. Maybe job interviews are just one of the few times I talk to people who don't make fun of me for using words like "loquacious" and "conciliatory," which are perfectly decent words, by the way. It happens when I'm writing sometimes, too. These words that have just been incubating in the back of my head decide it is time to show themselves, so they pop into my writing.
When I was in sixth grade, my friend Rob Jack told me that there was this theory, or maybe just a metaphor used by brain scientists, that some people's minds work like file cabinets, with everything properly labeled and put away in its proper place and easily accessible, while other people's minds work like big piles of papers that you have to root through in order to find anything. And even if a person with a "pile brain" has all the same papers in their pile that a "file brain" person has in their file, their recall of it is not as good, so they will not be able to apply it as well. Rob Jack, the kid who knew about and eloquently expressed this theory at the age of 11, is, I'm pretty sure, a "file brain" person, while I am fairly certain that I am a "pile brain" person, and as such, these words occasionally fall out of the pile and into my mouth.
Incidentally, I totally just came up with the terms "pile brain" and "file brain," and I'm totally copyrighting them.
Anyway, I had a good interview, and to top it all off, my tea was still kind of warm when I got home.
current mood: accomplished? current music: "Better Version of Me," by Fiona Apple
|
|
(5 things | do stuff)
|
| Tuesday, April 11th, 2006
| |
3:22 pm - Invasion of the Underpants-Snatchers
|
Maybe this is too graphic for some of you, but last night while I was sleeping I had a most unusual experience involving my underpants. More specifically, it involved their sudden disappearance from their usual position on my body. I woke up several times during the night, each time discovering anew that my drawers had either been wrongfully appropriated by some foreign and mysterious force/entity or, much more likely, been removed by me in my sleep for some unknown reason. In the haze of being half-naked and half-asleep I was unable to find my underpants any of the many times that I woke up, and I was too cold/lazy to get out of bed to retrieve another pair.
Sure enough, the underpants showed up this morning at the foot of my bed, with no indication of where they'd been in the interim. Consider this a warning, I guess. Hold onto your drawers!
current mood: confused current music: "Brimful Of Asha", by Cornershop
|
|
(2 things | do stuff)
|
| Tuesday, December 6th, 2005
| |
11:50 am
|
I'm not sure which is worse: that I'm realizing how much my life is similar to the office clichés in Dilbert cartoons, or that my life has become the cliché of noticing how similar my life is to the office clichés in Dilbert cartoons.

The funny worst thing is that my commute is horrible, too. Especially now that my car is, for some reason, constantly filled with exhaust fumes.
current mood: my feet hurt current music: "Remember," by Groove Armada
|
|
(2 things | do stuff)
|
| Monday, November 21st, 2005
| |
2:06 pm - a haiku
|
"Office Space" is good To watch on a Friday night. Not so good Sunday.
current mood: crushed...by lava current music: "Work Song," by The Slackers (I swear I didn't plan that...)
|
|
(5 things | do stuff)
|
| Wednesday, November 16th, 2005
| |
5:03 pm - Maybe this will get my frustration out...
|
I hate my job. Why am I here?
Nope. Didn't work.
This place is <singing>crushing my soul!</singing>
|
|
(1 thing | do stuff)
|
| Monday, October 3rd, 2005
| |
12:04 am - Mostly true, actually...
|
 |
Alex took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test! "Needs a peaceful environment. Wants release from s..." Click here to read the rest of the results.
|
|
|
(2 things | do stuff)
|
| Wednesday, September 21st, 2005
| |
12:39 pm - I always want to pronounce this word like "Meh-meh."
|
LJ Interests meme results
- bread products:
I like bready things. I have been eating them less lately, because I heard from this guy that they make you fat. I guess this should really be "baked goods," but I thought it was funnier this way. I try to eat whole wheat junk whenever I can, but sometimes it makes the bread have a really weird texture or taste. I like donuts! - cheez-its:
Cheez-Its are great. I am eating some right now. They are a million times better than Cheese Nips or any other artificially-flavored cheese-like product. - drunkenness:
This is a fairly new interest for me. There was a time when I had no interest in drunkenness, but now it is one of my favorite activities. I still don't understand why people drink when they are depressed, but that hasn't stopped me from doing it a couple of times. - frisbee:
Yeah. I used to play "Ultimate" in high school, but I never got as into it as some of my friends. Probably because I was never very good at it, and most frisbee players take themselves very seriously. If you are a high school or older American male and you can not throw, catch, jump, and run skillfully, you should not even bother, because you are a nerd and a jerk. - intercoms:
I always wanted to have an intercom in my house. I also wanted a secret elevator installed in the unused chimney that ran through one wall of my bedroom. That way, I could plaster over the door, and no one would be able to get into my room without the secret elevator code.
I was always so jealous of the Taylor family on "Home Improvement" for having an intercom in their house, and I was always glad when it played a prominent role in the story. - kenzaburo oe:
I wish I could read Japanese. But, even so, I think the translations of Kenzaburo Oe's books are faithful to his style and engaging in their own right. I discovered this man in high school; I was writing a report of Japanese literature for my Asia class, and I kind of left it until the last minute. I was doing all this research over one weekend, and Kenzaburo Oe's name kept coming up, so I decided to write the report on him instead, and I got an A. Hooray! - my brothers:
Ahh...my brothers. Yeah. Pat and Adam. Those are their names. - pantslessness:
One time, I lost my pants in a fight with four tigers and water clown, but fortunately I had seven pairs of boxers on underneath. I had to give one to Mr. Gorman, my old gym teacher, so he wouldn't get a sunburn while we built a scale model of the top half of Mt. Everest out of pipe cleaners. And then he started punching me, and I was like, "Don't lie, Mr. Gorman. I know those are my boxers."
Anyway, it ended up with me teaching a class on phone sex techniques, if you can believe that. - skiing:
That's ski-ing. Not sky-ing. Though I like that, too. - the living sea:
This is my brother Adam's band. They used to be called Valley, which is a reference to The Uncanny Valley, the theory that as robots become more human-like, the more humans will be sympathetic towards them, until the point where they become so human-like that people can only notice the eerie differences, instead of the cute similarities. On a graph, the range in which robots look almost, but not quite, like humans shows their sympathy dropping significantly. This drop is known as the Uncanny Valley. Presumably, if robots appeared identical to humans, the sympathy level would go back up.
The Living Sea is the name of a ride at the Epcot Center at Disney World.
Anyway, my brother's band is awesome. But don't take MY word for it! Or do. But, either way, go listen to them at http://www.myspace.com/thelivingsea.
Enter your LJ user name, and 10 interests will be selected from your interest list.
|
|
(3 things | do stuff)
|
| Friday, September 16th, 2005
| |
4:46 pm
|
"Meanwhile, in Memphis, Tenn., residents told News Channel 3 they saw Hurricane Katrina survivors purchase designer jeans, high heels and purses with their $2,000 emergency debit cards. According to the report, one Katrina victim was spotted at a Cordova clothier buying stacks of $65 designer jeans. Another viewer reported spotting a survivor buying 'over $700 in high heel shoes and purses' at a Memphis department store 'while (her) younger children, most of them looked under the age of 3, looked like they haven't showered in weeks.'"
Now, I think it's stupid to spend that much on jeans and shoes, anyway. But when you don't have a house, it's especially stupid. I concede that sometimes, after something bad happens, buying nice things can make you feel better. I do it all the time. But I think bathing your kids should probably come first. Yeah. Idiots.
current mood: slanted and enchanted current music: "All Mine," by Portishead
|
|
(9 things | do stuff)
|
| Wednesday, September 14th, 2005
| |
11:07 am - Worth it?
|
Someday, when I am in a position of power in a company, I would like to change my name to Charles and have a teleconference with the three highest-ranking female executives at another company that is trying to woo my company for a merger, and schedule that teleconference for a slot prior to noon, because that's when I do my best work, and establish beforehand that this is to be an informal meeting and that I prefer to be called by my nickname, because then I would be able to say "hello," and then the three ladies would say, "Good Morning, Charlie!"
Is that a joke?
I am still dreaming about my tacos from last night. I have been making the ol' double-layered cruncheweesy tacos a lot lately, because they are delicious. Do I dare making them for the second night in a row, or am I then running the risk of getting (gasp!) sick of tacos? Maybe I will have a burrito tonight instead. Maybe I'm not so much "dreaming" about those tacos as "still smelling them on my breath because I haven't brushed my teeth or taken a shower since dinner."
Gross.
current mood: The End.
|
|
(do stuff)
|
| Thursday, September 8th, 2005
| |
11:32 am - TV Party...Tonight!
|
So, don't ask why, but I was just reading about the show "Boston Public" on Wikipedia. I never watched the show, but I did enjoy "The Practice" and "Picket Fences" for a time. I can't quite articulate what exactly it is that David E. Kelley does that pushes good shows completely into the realm of absurdity and stupidity, but I think I have discovered part of the reason. David E. Kelley (or the writers he hires for his show) seems to think that courts regularly sentence criminals to community service jobs in which they are put in charge of a whole bunch of people. I don't know which is more implausible, that Dennis Miller's character on "Boston Public" would be forced to teach math at the public high school as part of his community service for being convicted of securities fraud, or that "The Dancing Bandit," a convicted bank robber, who is nonetheless cute, would be made mayor of the tumultuous town of Rome, WI, as a part of her community service? Community service means you pick up trash on the highway, or...clean toilets in a football stadium. You know, something in which convicted criminals--who are, by definition, irresponsible--are not expected to have a lot of responsibility. I mean, when was the last time that a murderer was forced as part of his penance to run a Fortune 500 company? Or that a person with a DUI was sentenced to be a judge for a month? And I know it's only TV, but these ideas don't even make sense within the context of the shows. Like, David E. Kelley shows seem to be trying to be surreal and realist at the same time. There is no place for a quirky, dancing, bank-robbing mayor in an otherwise "realistic" setting. Go one way or the other, David. You can't have both.
By the way, the SIX other mayors of Rome, WI during the four-year run of the show left the office for the following reasons: 1) spontaneous combustion after murder conviction 2) hounded from office for starring in an adult film 3) jailed, lost bid for re-election 4) entombed in a freezer by his wife, then decapitated 5) fatally shot by his son 6) shot and wounded by a shock jock’s fan
And then there were the numerous other shootings, including the guy who gunned down a priest with an uzi in the confession booth, Matthew's famous potato gun, and the many children in the elementary school with access to guns...
And who can forget the time Sheriff Brock got his nuts caught in his zipper when he and his wife were about to get tender in the kitchen and then saw headlights in the driveway...
And the cows that gave birth to humans...
And the time the Pope helped Jimmy solve a murder case...
And the Nazi skeleton...
And the midget who rode into town on a sick elephant...
But I digress.
current mood: Totally doing work.
|
|
(do stuff)
|
| Thursday, August 25th, 2005
| |
11:20 am - How's this for free association?
|
I just notcied that I was biting my fingernails, which I rarely do, which made me realize they are really long, which made me think I need to cut them, which made me reach into my drawer for my nail clippers, which made me think of this, which made me laugh, and also made me think that I might like to do the crossword.
Or maybe the biting the nails and wanting to do the crossword are both just because I am really bored. Could be...
current mood: crooked current music: "Tips of Tongues," by The Plain Janes
|
|
(1 thing | do stuff)
|
| Friday, August 19th, 2005
| |
4:19 pm - Funny, but true!
|
|
| Thursday, August 18th, 2005
| |
9:43 am - More Comics...
|
Well, now it seems that Comics Curmudgeon is broken or something, so here is another Arlo & Janis comic that I attempted to make funny:

( see my revision )
|
|
(2 things | do stuff)
|
| Tuesday, August 16th, 2005
| |
1:32 pm
|
So, I have been reading The Comics Curmudgeon a lot lately. But since he seems to be on vacation or something, I felt the need to comment on this terrible comic myself:

Rather than go on and on about why this comic is so bad, I decided to improve it myself:

See? Already that's a big improvement. It's a lot funnier, and it didn't even need any words. I have a feeling this is the joke the cartoonist was going for, but he just didn't quite make it. Anyway, I think I made this very unfunny comic pretty funny. But it could still be funnier. So I took things a little further.
( See the results. )
current mood: accomplished
|
|
(5 things | do stuff)
|
| Tuesday, August 2nd, 2005
| |
8:12 am - Six degrees of separation!
|
I got Gary Cole to Penelope Cruz in four. And Nathan Lane to Steve Buscemi in four. Can you do better? No cheating and using imdb!
I was bored on the subway, and too tired to read, in case you were wondering...
|
|
(1 thing | do stuff)
|
|
|
|
|