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Thursday, December 28, 2000
For five years, I have been building experiments made with html (otherwise known as my web pages). And for those five years, I've only sent my pages through a venerable Macintosh utility called Fetch. It was developed by the good folks at Dartmouth University, and through successive versions, it has always delivered my web files safely and correctly and, thank goodness, easily. I've been reluctant to stop using Fetch and change to something else, mostly because I once tried the competitor, Anarchie, and thought it was a piece of crap. I even tried version 3.8 of the new Anarchie called Interarchy, but it hung my system. :( Not a good impression. So with great reluctance did I download version 4.0 of Interarchy and install it on my precious Pismo. And as weird as it sounds, it looks like I'll be sticking with this program and leaving Fetch behind. It's very very full-featured! It works and doesn't crash my system anymore (so far)! My only qualm is that the combination of Kaleidoscope + Interarchy = messed up menubars system-wide that require a restart to fix. But I really really like it! I give it my recommendation -- go to www.interarchy.com and try it Mac people!
posted at 12:24 AM
Wednesday, December 27, 2000
Ah... it's Christmas break. After my first semester of college, and for the most part, living on my own, I really relish these two weeks of relaxation. Sleeping in... it feels so good.
Christmas was really neat, because I got a very large, very loud stereo system. It pumps out 190 watts. :) I now have a weapon with which I can fight back against the rap-o-philes on my apartment's floor. The next time I hear rap at 12 in the morning, I'll whip out some Rachmaninoff and blast it on my system. We'll see what lame excuse they can come up with for complaining.
Neighbor: "That symphony is interfering with our party!" Me: "Your subwoofer is interfering with my sleep! Go to hell!"
posted at 1:51 PM
Monday, December 11, 2000
To clear up some loose ends: 1. My "A Day in the Life" photo journey turned out crappy. Maybe I'll try it again someday if I get a public demand. 2. Mac OS X Beta is great, but I've stopped using it most of the time because it's too incomplete. Plus, while it's not "slow", it's not speedy either. Mac OS 9 is fine for now, and when I need to use a UNIX command line, I'll boot up into X. 3. Bush can be, and incidentally, is, a stooge, moron, goat whore, weasel, numb-o-tron, dork, and idiot at the same time.
posted at 7:43 PM
"The great thing about America is everybody should vote."—George W. Bush, Austin, Texas, Dec. 8, 2000
I was really relieved when the Florida Supreme Court let the recounts occur. Finally, I thought, some democracy might happen in this horribly messed-up situation. But alas, the Bush camp went and had the recounts stopped, making me exclaim, "Who's the Sore-Loserman now?"
Now look at the quotation... Bush doesn't talk about counting all the votes, he just wants everyone to vote. This is a pretty sad state of affairs, when the most "free" country in the world doesn't want to count everyone's vote, and the person with the most votes (with several thousand left to be counted, mind you) can't even put together a correct English sentence.
As a member of the Offspring put it, "Bush and Gore make me want to Ralph."
posted at 11:33 AM
Friday, December 01, 2000
As the guy who I complained to the resident advisor about argued with me, it took a lot of control to not go into this monologue:
Since my arguments are not correct simply by virtue of the fact that I am not an athlete like you, and thus cannot throw a ball, pardon me if you will if I support what I'm saying with a little reason and logic, not my muscles. First off, I complained about you, and not the person "right by [me] who has his music loud as fuck" as you so eloquently put it, because your door is open and that person's door is closed. Even though this defies your understanding of the world, because his door was closed and making his speakers' sound waves bounce back into his room, I could hear your stereo much more clearly from all the way down the hall than his from halfway down the hall. Yes, that's acoustics for you. Also, I felt the obligation to say something to the R.A. because after I knocked on your (open) door and asked you nicely to turn your stereo down a little bit, you did not in the least. And no, no matter how many times you mention that my neighbor's stereo is "loud as fuck", it still doesn't excuse you from blasting your hate-filled, obscenity-laced, IQ-reducing gangsta rap out of your open door. Now if I may be so bold, could I ask you a question or two? Primarily, I'm interested in knowing if you'd be any less irritated if I had complained about my loud yet thoughtful neighbor instead of you. As I saw, right after you confronted me the first time and presented your arguments, you immediately pounded on Mr. "Loud as Fuck"'s door and incredulously told him about how I complained about your loud music instead of his loud music, as if there was a distinct difference between the two loud stereos. Since I suspect you are friends with Mr. Loudasfuck, wouldn't he have immediately told you about a complaint I filed against him, causing you to be irritated? Secondly, I'd like to know if you ever took the time out of your obviously intense studies here to think that if you closed your door, not only would I and the whole floor hear your music more softly, but the reflection of the sound waves would make you hear your music more loudly. Then I wouldn't have had to say anything to anybody in the first place. But since you are an athlete, I guess I am wrong. Oh, one last thing. I am very impressed that you realized that the complaint from the resident advisor probably came from the same person who knocked on your door. I guess those remedial classes they stick you athletes in in order to allow you to maintain a NCAA GPA really have paid off in terms of your critical thinking!
But I didn't want a black eye.
posted at 12:16 AM
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