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Firefly, Serenity

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Posted on 2008.02.06 at 09:32
Current Location: 75070
Current Music: Serenity/Firefly scores
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Every couple of weeks or so, I'm required to make an actual physical paper deposit to the bank. The actual edifice. Online banking may be thriving, but you can't do everything just yet. Hence, these buildings. With people in them. I usually turn my stereo all the way down, as to not be rude. Its hard enough to carry on the limited conversation required to complete these drive-through transactions, and I've been on the other side of the window - those speakers pick up everything. All things being equal, however, I was particularly board and/or aggressive that I chose to simply turn my radio down. Very low. Where only I could hear it. Its my CD named, "Cartastic" which contains Firefly, Serenity, Stardust, half of Mr. & Mrs. Smith and Transformers. For reasons which sounded good at the time, I have exactly 4 (four) vocal tracks on there, all at the beginning. This are (in order) Pistolero by Juno Reactor (thanks drax0r), Starry Eyed Surprise the remix by Paul Oakenfold (thanks galinda822), Butterfly by Crazy Town (because of the movie Orange County), and Porcelain (because of the movie The Beach.) In case you don't see where this is going - I forgot about those first four songs, and inserted the disc. It was also louder than I expected it to be. And the first line from the first song, clear as a bell, states, I HATE ROBBING BANKS.

Thought I was going to die.

I Drank half a bottle of Pennslyvania Dutch style Brandied apple cider. That night I dreamed that Brinkmeyer's current wife and I were deeply in love (it was if he didn't even exist). And she was oh so frail. We had a house built out away from everyone, in the country. Her father was always around, keeping an eye on her and doing handyman stuff around the place. Lived with us, I think, but he didn't trust me. Always had that look in his eye. And it was difficult getting alone time with her. [dream change sequence] A very flamboyant photogoot and I are doing dancing stage shows wearing sequined black tie formal attire (one dressed all in sequined white, the other in sequined black) and living together again, this time behind the stage in a very small apartment with exposed wood walls (painted all in brick red). And that's when Niobe chose to come home. She was so skinny. I fed her and gave her love. This marks the third time I've dreamed she's come home since she went missing.

I still go out to call for her every evening, and modified my garage door to lock while leaving six inches open.

We truly stand on shoulders of giants, and have no reason to be arrogant in our knowledge. I was staring into the Texas night sky while smoking a cigar thinking to myself, "I can't prove that the earth is round, nor that the earth orbits the sun and not the other way around." Others can, and have. I am meek in my knowledge of worldly things, despite having traveled the globe.

They say man created God. Man also created science.

And now a word on satire:

  • lehah posted a promo shot from the in-production movie Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull and one of his readers was making fun of the scene which included Harrison Ford, Karen Allen (from the original Indy, and Shia LaBeouf ("Sam" in Transformers.), riding in an old truck. I replied to his humorous observation with, Indiana Jones? I thought that was Sam Witwickey and they were riding in Optimus Prime? This isn't a scene from Transformers 2?


  • Within the comments of my post on the new camera there was an extremely funny play-on-words concerning a rooster which ended with me giggling like a retard. By Grapthar's Hammer... Anyway, as funny as that was, its wasn't nearly as humorous as the call I later received, asking if I really did own a rooster:

    "No, it was a play on words."
    "I get that."
    "No you don't, this question proves it."



And having been fed up beyond fed up, and now requiring a computer for each individual under my roof, and wanting to make someone DIE for writing, marketing, selling, and using Windows XP, I turned my work laptop and my primary x86 workstation at home into a dual-boot xubuntu box, and an now trying to fix my old mac so I can put xubuntu on it as well. Going to buy an OSX-compatible USB wireless card for my boy's PowerMac G4 today, and I need just one more computer (and/or a very small 12" LCD monitor so I can put teh other mini in the kitchen for the wizzle. Here's what I need to overcome:

  • I found my Leopard install disc - its in the broken mac and no amount of on-boot key-sequences will eject it, and I can't force it out when its disassembled. Next plan of attack? swap the gorram drives within the two mini's!

  • Pretend that I know something, anything, really, about Mac hardware and un-fux0r the broken mac
  • to the point I can install xubuntu PPC on it.
  • Get wine to completely launch Lotus Notes (I'm almost there) because the only thing worse than Notes is the Notes Java Web Client.

  • Get my Intel i810-driven framebuffer to properly dual-head (i.e. one large workspace across two monitors). Right now it simply displays the same workspace in two locations.

  • Call AT&T and get my static IP. I know this sounds easy. I'm just not looking forward to making the call. Interacting with people takes so much out of me, and I already know it will be a fight.

  • Call AT&T to get a phone jack installed in my home office. (See excuses above).

  • Make sweet love down by the fire.

  • Less important, but still on my radar:

    • Install Solaris 10 on my Netra t1125.

    • Install ubuntu-server on my second Rave AXi.



*le sigh*

Comments:


Me
photogoot at 2008-02-06 17:32 (UTC) (Link)
My only question is who wore the sequined white and who wore the sequined black?
ehowton
ehowton at 2008-02-06 17:45 (UTC) (Link)
Yes, well I was trying to remember and couldn't. I had that dream late last week. Details are sketchy at this point.

I don' recall if you are on melancthe's FL or not, but she mentioned eating a lot of Mickey-D's here lately, and I felt compelle to offer the following:

Funny thing about your mention of the Egg & Sausage McMuffin. I almost never eat at McDonalds. Almost never. Its been like, two years or something. Alas, today I was rushed out of the house by catttitude who had too much on her plate today, etc so I found myself in my car driving to the bank and thinking, "I forgot to eat brekky..." Low and behold right next to the bank is a McD's. *heavy sigh* I muster up the gumption and sit in line to order a single item. Needing to pass on to photogoot the details of my (as of them unwritten) most recent post (more specifically the call I rec'd concerning our exchange on teh cock) a ring-a-ding and find at the most inopportune time that I'm at the drive-through window already (I think its rude to both the people at the window and the person on the phone) so I drop the phone in my lap and grabs the goods, trying to balance the shift knob, the wnidow, the food, my phone, the clutch, my wallet, and a handful of change...(but now I digress) and as it turns out he also never eats McD's, but did also today.

Why this seems, on its surface serendipitous to me, or possibly, more importantly why it required so many words to convey is beyond me. Suffice it to say,
its been one of those days!

Paul...I need help.
Tomas Gallucci
schpydurx at 2008-02-07 00:14 (UTC) (Link)
I wondered this very thing when I read the post and was most disappointed that the information could not be divulged.
mr_dowg
mr_dowg at 2008-02-06 17:45 (UTC) (Link)
Sometimes I wish that I could remember dreams! I envy people who do, I have NEVER remembered a dream. I do not even know if I dream or not!
Me
photogoot at 2008-02-06 17:55 (UTC) (Link)
I often feel the same way. In fact it was bothering me recently that I did not seem to ever dream anymore. I do have incredibly vivid dreams from time to time. It's just that sometimes it seems to be years between them. So recently I decided to plan to capture and write down my next dream so I could remember it. Low and behold 2 nights later, WHAM, huge vivid dream! I think it takes practice to remember our dreams. I believe we dream all the time but some of us are just not good at catching them before we regain consciousness.

Give a try to planning to catch one. It just might work. Good luck fishin', I hope you catch a big one!
ehowton
ehowton at 2008-02-06 17:57 (UTC) (Link)
Be careful what you ask for. I blog my dreams, and they paint a very different picture from the Eric you know and love. Instead of being the outgoing, lovable happy-go-lucky me, it paints a picture of darkness, confusion, and dismay. WOE to those who wish to enter!

If you really wish to know me, sir - and there's no turning back - this I guarentee...then simply follow this link of my 'dreams' tag.

This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You don't click the link - the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You click the link - you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.

Choose wisely.
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Melancthe the Woe, So-Called
melancthe at 2008-02-06 18:02 (UTC) (Link)
I heartily approve of the sweet love down by the fire thing. I would do the same, but it seems that Teh Marco has been ignoring my slutty telepathic missives. Le sigh.

And I'm dying to know who phoned you about the rooster! :)
Me
photogoot at 2008-02-06 18:03 (UTC) (Link)
If you give it about 3 seconds thought you will arrive at the correct individual. ;-)
ehowton
ehowton at 2008-02-06 18:05 (UTC) (Link)
Yes, well - who, who could it be? Its shrouded in mystery!
ehowton
ehowton at 2008-02-06 18:09 (UTC) (Link)

First Clue

My comment on your most recent post.
time3 at 2008-02-07 00:23 (UTC) (Link)
If you owned a rooster, you would be, hands down, the most worldly man I know.
ehowton
ehowton at 2008-02-07 00:35 (UTC) (Link)
Oh, I had a rooster. Now I have a wife.

Sure miss that rooster.

Edited at 2008-02-07 12:37 am (UTC)
Me
photogoot at 2008-02-07 02:01 (UTC) (Link)
A worldly cocksman he would be.
Tomas Gallucci
schpydurx at 2008-05-06 04:40 (UTC) (Link)
I recently ran across Pistolero in my iTunes database recently, compliments of last year's party. Though I was not at the bank, I was severly shocked when the track started and I heard the afore-mentioned line. I immediately thought of this post and have now taken the oppurtunity to tell you my story.
ehowton
ehowton at 2008-05-06 10:28 (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! And great song, isn't it? That was one of drax0r's selections, as I was not familiar with it prior to the party.
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