Thoughts I had in the Shower Today

• Whatever happened to that Napoleon Dynamite kid? He did that one ice skating movie with Will Ferrell, and that was alright. Does Will Ferrell embody his own production studio? Or do the big wigs still have to O.K. his ideas?
  
  
• If I'm working on a problem, I typically run scenarios in my head. They're like short plays or movies. Today, I thought of the situation where my future son will be called a "pervert" by someone at his school, someone who didn't understand the meaning of the word in the first place. He'd ask what it meant, so I'd have to explain it to him.
  
  I'd probably ask what happened that made the other person call him that. Knowing it was incorrect, I'd start by telling him that an idea is "perverted" when it has been twisted or warped in a bad way. A "pervert" is someone who turns all thoughts negative in a sexual way, be they comments from other people thought to be innuendos or perceiving all communication as attempts to "hit on" them. I'd wrap it up by pointing out exactly where the person who called him that was wrong, assure him that he's okay, and ask him not to use his education against others in a bout for world domination. My son's gonna be brilliant. Trust me.
  
  

• There's an open source DIY 8-bit console out on the Internet called the Fuzebox. You build the console and can use a variety of free open-source compilers to program games in C for the thing. I should probably figure out the best way I can learn C as soon as possible. I need to learn to use a soldering iron too....
  

Sniff, Sniff! Ding, ding!

For some reason, I'm more aware this week of people's scents than ever before. Perhaps my sinuses have actually cleared up a bit. Seeing as that won't actually happen...ever...I've concluded that it must be caused by the fact that I am actually around other people. As I walk through the store, I pass by so many people, and each one of them has a particular scent. I know this may sound like crazy-talk or like I've never had a nose before, but it's almost like that. I didn't know until I was around 17 years old that mucus is not supposed to be colored, and its natural state was clear. Kind of like urine.

It is nice to be around people. Even the customers that are more or less difficult to deal with are welcome as it stands. I don't really have to interact with them much more than helping them load an appliance into the back of their truck (if they thought ahead) or solving the puzzle of "Fit the Stove in the Coupe", which is my all-time favorite. "TV in the Almost-SUV" gets the silver. In all situations the pleasantries that are exchanged make me feel like I'm living a real life and not just doing whatever comes into my head. I'm making a difference for these people, even if I didn't sell them the thing, I'm just hoisting into their vehicle. Even so, I'm the last person they see when they leave the shop, so I want their overall impression to be good 'til the very end. Maybe it sounds a bit needy for human interaction, but I have been sitting on my butt for the past 6 months, minus the month of January 2008 when I went insane in a small office.

Wedding planning is overall a smooth, steady process with Lindsay. She's taking full charge of the giant beast, and the thing is well on its way to being a tame creature. Potty training is going very well. In all seriousness, she loves every minute of it; it's equally enjoyable for me to watch her work. I contribute when she asks (frequently asks) and share in most of the planning. This is her element, though. Whereas it is a laborous, though not begrudgingly so, task for me, she spends most of her spare time diving face first into wedding books, websites, and the rest. Sure, it's stressful for us both at times. We're planning a wedding for crying out loud. It should, however, not drive us to madness or anything horrible and turn out quite lovely.


I think I had another thought but it's escaped me now. This is much more than I planned to write anyway.

Breath in Blog

So I suppose, with another straining effort of my internet hands and feet, I'll try and climb Mt. Postjurthots one more time.

I've actually been inspired to write a few times, and I thought to turn here.  Dylanix dot com will soon be gone for a while, until we can get it back again.  Money hates me.

I'll write more when I'm not supposed to be in bed.  Yeah, at 9:30.  Waking up in seven hours is the pits.

Blarghity blargh blargh!

Does no one have a single-disc, non-upgrade, bona fide version of Windows XP Home/Professional with SP2???

I thought I had found a solution without having to buy it, but of course, the programs I want to install on my Windows on my Mac are unsupported by CrossOver Mac. And Virtual PC isn't supported by Intel Macs. Thanks, Microsoft.

Seriously though. I bought Fable this weekend because I tawt I taw a way to do this. Now I've got this game case sitting open in front of me, and I have no way to play. It's frustrating. I feel like I'm talking like a middle schooler (seems similar to my writing style), but that's not the point. The point is this is going to cost way too much.

I'm not even going to post this blog entry.


Edit: oops.

Nota Bene

1. Dryers that steal money deserve to be beaten with their own inner machine parts.
2. Chef Boyardee Cheesy Burger Ravioli doesn't smell all that great when cooking it. And the texture is kind of weird. And it kinda tastes funny.

Just don't buy anything called "Cheesy Burger" and I think you'll be alright.

Back to Blog, Back to Spring, Back to Life

Let's try this thing again. I know at least one person still checks it (I hope).

Spring has sprung, my nose hates me. But the beauty is still there, even in the rainy day we had today. The thunderclaps chimed in as an extra rhythm section to the tunes I heard coming from Clifford Brown and Max Roach on my iPod. As a result of this rainy weather, I've decided to throw away my umbrella, or rather retire it. It's done very well, but it can no longer survive against harsh weather. Bad knee and all that. As is usual for Baton Rouge, the rain makes many pools and floods the streets quite easily. My left foot kept trying to go swimming without me - three times it dove straight into the biggest puddles it could find. My right foot was smart enough to leave it all alone, but it didn't go untouched by the splishings of its sinister sister. Oh well, it all comes out in the wash.

Washing clothes becomes very odd, now that I mention it, when you wait a long time to do it. I'm currently halfway through the washing stage of two simultaneous loads carrying nothing but towels. I'm glad the rainy weather has let up, though. I hate washing things when it's wet outside; my clothes get the idea that they're supposed to stay wet and do not dry completely. That can be annoying to say the least.

After a few changes of priority of focus, I think I'm on my way back to being something like who I was before college started. Not exactly who I was, because I cannot unlearn what I have learned, nor can I shrink where I have grown. But the hard work ethic is coming back, as is the desire to be creative and to create. I lost some of that along the way. I lost a lot of what makes me Me. I became someone else, and while I don't regret what I have done (it was enjoyable and I met many great people along the way who will always be with me, no matter what I choose to do) it became too important for such little weight that it carried in the grand picture.

"This is supposed to be personal, right? This — blog thing?"


Oops. Laundry's done.

A New Segment - And you're invited!!

SO! I'm going to start a new episodic video segment to the line-up here to stir things around until the second episode of The Eddie Show is complete, and to continue afterwards should it prove successful! But I need help from viewers like you.

The segment is presently called, "Double Dog Dare." (subject to change if I realize how dumb it sounds) As the name implies, viewers will e-mail me with a dare which I will perform, record, and publish on the web. Once a week I will wear my underwear on top of my head, eat day-old pizza, kiss a moose, or whatever dares you all send in.

So send me messages or emails (dylanix@gmail.com) and dare to dare!

Thank you in advance, I am most appreciative of any responses I get.

Back in Bussy Nest

Good news! The camera I use to film my films, which has been broken, is now partially fixed! As long as I'm hooked up to the computer I can record straight onto the hard drive. Limited mobility is better than no filming, says I. SO this means that the Eddie Show: Episode Two should be coming within the next month.

Elsewhere, Spring Semester Schedule looks fun, I finally got my talent spec build for Myca down (Warcraft talk, don't worry about it), and the soundtrack for "A Night in Noir City" turned out to be a good thing, a great leap in my own abilities and a satisfactory product for those involved.


And I still don't know what I'm doing tomorrow for my sign-holding bit.

Off to Renewable Natural Resources 1001!