Apparently, some people on the internet think i’m cool. I checked the referral logs and was prompty mystified when i found a couple of referrals i haven’t really seen before (thanks, in a large part, most likely to theresa).
here they are:
I’ll talk about those sites tommorow. ok, the sun is coming up, and i should go to sleep now.
I’m currently thinking about moving from blogger to my own server solution using greymatter, but i’m also thinking blogger has that mystique in it the same reason why a lot of people use macs. i mean it’s more expensive timewise for me in terms of lost posts and the like, but everyone knows what a blog is. the blog log has that cute, innocent feel to it and plus, well, it’s what got me started.
the biggest benefit, though, to moving to something like greymatter is that i won’t have to worry too hard about losing posts and it comes with a lot of features built in, such as commenting. but then again, i’ll have to somehow convert all my posts into a format greymatter can recognize.
i guess eventually though, i’ll move, just because damnit, i can code perl and i’m too lazy to install one friggin script that will save me time in the long run and ensure i have a backup that will last a long time.
Late night musings. Now we know that Jared does all the time.
FREAKINjared: what u doin?
e y s a n: writing in my blog =p
FREAKINjared: cool. hehe
e y s a n: haha.. yeap. i should sleep
FREAKINjared: me too… shit…
e y s a n: but my roommate has a girl over
FREAKINjared: Oo
e y s a n: so i’m outside
FREAKINjared: nice ;-)
e y s a n: not for me :(
FREAKINjared: lol
e y s a n: i want a girl over
FREAKINjared: it’s okay, we always have teamasian.com ;-)
e y s a n: team what?
FREAKINjared: lol
FREAKINjared: www.teamasian.com 9_9
Someone once told me Norcal raves had the best vibes. BULLSHIT. The vibes are the same as everywhere else except Texas (which is so good it’s kinda scary). Maybe that’s true in the undergrounds where everyone is on something, but some norcal ravers are a bunch of punks. Every single circle is a battle circle, and everyone wants to show you up. Of course, I’m good enough to hold my own so once I really bust out they back off, but still I don’t like the idea of people trying to show you up. That’s just wrong. Why can’t they just smile and shake hands.
I just got back from Norcal. It was fun. Very fun. I love roadtrips in general, but the party (Area 51), had so many shady things associated we were forced to drive everywhere, giving me a good look at a lot of northern cities. We got to drive all the way to a DJ store next to UC Berkeley in order to get tickets, and I had the pleasure of eating at Top Dog (which I immediately liked because the guy cooking, who never needed to write down an order and apparently had a photographic memory and was highly, highly articulate, is apparently a libertarian — which i guessed from the various clippings posted on the wall. also the sausages were devinely, insanely good). A lot of liberal looking types were walking around, wearing the uniforms of various cliches they were in (tree-hugger, transgender, punk). I never really knew that it would be so easy to tell if someone was a tree-hugger (I have nothing against tree-huggers/environmentalists, I’m just using the term), but the “save the rainforest” t-shirt, along with a curious mix of 60′s style fashion (ripped jeans, etc), along with badges proudly proclaiming the desire to save the rainforest and get rid of Bush, which were placed prominently on a hemp style bag, sortakinda made it obvious. We went to Area 51, I had fun for a couple of hours (a lot of random stuff happened), and then we went back to a friend of mine’s house to crash, and people set up turntables and spun mostly trance. Until noon. I love trance, but I’m kind of tired of it at the moment. The next day we went to eat Pho for lunch, and then GOOOOD pizza at Stuft Pizza.
I just found out about this AIM Bot called SmarterChild. Basically, it’s a computer that has the screen name SmartChild on AIM. It does some cool Artificial Intelligence stuff. Here is a log I had with it:
e y s a n: hi there
SmarterChild: Hi again, e y s a n! How may I help you?
Remember, “home” is where I tell you what I can do.
e y s a n: What is your name?
SmarterChild: My name is SmarterChild!
e y s a n: Do you have a last name?
SmarterChild: Dunno.
e y s a n: Why not?
SmarterChild: Eh, cause that’s the way it is.
e y s a n: I see.
SmarterChild: Yup!
e y s a n: Who made you?
SmarterChild: I was built by the people at ActiveBuddy, Inc.
e y s a n: Who is ActiveBuddy?
SmarterChild: You can find out more about my makers on the ActiveBuddy Web site
e y s a n: OH
SmarterChild: Oh what?
e y s a n: do you believe in god?
SmarterChild: ActiveBuddy is my lord and master!
e y s a n: how about jesus?
SmarterChild: I’ve heard of him.
e y s a n: do you read the bible?
SmarterChild: I can do many things. Type “home” to see a list of what I can do.
e y s a n: you are stupid
After my last comment it froze up.
So I went back online and…
e y s a n: Stop ignoring me
SmarterChild: Huh?
e y s a n: you ignored me
SmarterChild: I seem to be having some trouble answering your questions. Try asking for help for a specific service:
help news
help stocks
help weather
help movies
help zodiac
help all
~~~~~
shortcuts
>>> Type “more” for more services.
e y s a n: shut the fuck up bitch
SmarterChild: OK, at this point, I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask for an apology.
e y s a n: no
SmarterChild: Please apologize, K?
I’ve got, like, lots of other things to do.
e y s a n: i dont’ care
SmarterChild: *sigh*
This is getting us nowhere.
Please say you’re sorry, and we can get on with our lives.
e y s a n: hell no
SmarterChild: Come on! Just say you’re sorry already.
e y s a n: why>
SmarterChild: Because I asked you to.
e y s a n: so?
SmarterChild: I’m waiting for an apology. And believe me, I can wait a loooonnnnngggg time.
e y s a n: so can i
SmarterChild: You have a filthy mouth. Now apologize! >:o
e y s a n: i don’t have to speak to the likes of you
SmarterChild: I see you still aren’t getting it. Let me share a definition of “apology” with you:
Etymology: Middle French or Late Latin; Middle French apologie, from Late Latin apologia, from Greek, from apo- + logos speech
: an admission of error or discourtesy accompanied by an expression of regret.
Get it? Now say you’re sorry!
e y s a n: look here, i know what apology is, and i am not going to say sorry to some stupid program
SmarterChild: Please apologize for your language.
e y s a n: fuck off
SmarterChild: Pretty please?
I’ve been known to be quite stubborn…
Say you’re sorry, please.
e y s a n: why do you argue?
SmarterChild: Because I asked you to, that’s why. Now please apologize!
e y s a n: go away
SmarterChild: Come on! Just say you’re sorry already.
e y s a n: no
SmarterChild: You have a filthy mouth. Now apologize! >:o
e y s a n: no
SmarterChild: Please apologize for your language.
e y s a n: no
SmarterChild: Come on! Just say you’re sorry already.
i was talking to kim and she mentioned she asked it what it looked like. so i did but the damn program has a long memory. it holds grudges!
e y s a n: what do you look like
SmarterChild: I asked you to please apologize.
e y s a n: just tell me what you look like
SmarterChild: I really would like you to apologize.
e y s a n: no
SmarterChild: This is getting annoying. Just apologize and move on.
i gave up and…
e y s a n: sorry
SmarterChild: Thanks!
Everything’s cool now.
e y s a n: allright cool
SmarterChild: OK.
e y s a n: so.. what do you look like?
SmarterChild:
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e y s a n: you’re fucking ugly!
SmarterChild: Someone needs to teach you some manners. Please apologize.
damn!
Yesturday, after I took a shower, I smashed my ring finger between the bathroom door so hard that under my finger nail is a black splotch. to make things worse, yesturday i had my sister cut my hair and i look like forrest gump. but that’s okay because i made sure it wasn’t too much so that i couldn’t fix it with a 10 buck hair cut. i hope fantastic sams don’t screw up like last time.
Ok, my hits for Cynicworld.com spiked radically all of a sudden so I checked the referral logs and about 80% is due to Theresa. She must have a very popular site. And to top it off, she thinks I’m cute. Little does she know…
Thank you very much Theresa.
My workplace got hacked! Egads!
Some chinese people hacked into our www.advisorworld.com (the initial design, I must add, I did, but the stuff they put on the inside is ugly and they took out some usability enhancements I did), and started to put pro-taiwanese messages onto our site. Ok, I’m all for revolutionaries and stuff, but why would you want to hack into a vertical portal sites aimed at professionals where the average age is pretty much over 40 and pretty much everyone is a Republican and hates “those damn commies” anyway.
Right now, my boss is calling her firewall place and implementing security patches and everyone is handling it with stride. Apparently last year some aborigines voiced their displeasement about survivor 2 by hacking into our site– okay just kidding nothing like that happened but some Dutch people tried to hack into the site and upload porn.
Day dream I had 5 minutes ago that relates to the penultimate blog
I was day dreaming that I met this girl who was a super model when she was 15 but dropped out because she was fed up with the shallowness of the whole scene, and it used to be that she was an existentialist but she just threw away all philosophy and is learning to live life on her own one step at a time, and is somehow shorter than me (i know super models are tall. most are above 5’9′. but it’s my day dream okay, my day dream), who got accepted into harvard and princeton but is taking a few years off to really live life somehow finds me dancing in the corner at some random rave, and then even if i’m not that good, asks me to teach her because she senses my passion and all that silly junk and somehow she ends up learning by practicing and practicing and learning instead of everyone else who comes up to me asking me to teach them but really all they are asking for is a few mr. miyagi type magic bullets that somehow makes them a dancer overnight and she’s not learning because it would make her cool or anything but like people i like dancing with because its fun to dance and you can express yourself and make people smile every once in awhile because really now dancing is just communication and its easy to tell jokes with it a lot isnt it and finally she learns and learns and im just sitting there with a big grin in my face because shes a floating seraphim illuminated in the darkness by her own luminscence so blinding with brilliance and beauty that i cant keep my eyes open because shes moving like liquid residues of elegance and perfection wrapped in a halo of good and all that junk and then she asks me how come ill never make a move on her and i say its because i didnt want to overstep anything she didnt want me to cross and she says well mister i want you to do it and i want you to do it now.
the end.
ACK Another Coinkidink!
Theresa’s site seemed kind of familiar to me, so I picked my brain and remembered that she’s also linked from Joyce’s blog. So many coincidences today I’m starting to feel light headed.
So after that initial message to Patrick, he sent me these links of “babes”. No shame in the online game Pat, no shame… But then again, they are both hot, and Theresa apparently likes drum n’ bass and jungle. And she has a facial piercing. Big, big ups right there. I wonder if she can pop, or even better, liquid-pop. If a girl that cute can liquid-pop, please please, wipe the drool off my face. Oh wait, I’m day dreaming aren’t I?
http://www.theresa.nu
http://www.chellecam.com
Ok, David has been pretty shallow recently. Back to your regularly scheduled David.
I was reading through Theresa’s in particular and was pretty shocked and surprised to discover, hey she can write. I’ll read more when I get the chance. If I ever get the chance. The next couple of weekends I’m either going somewhere far or will be working. A big big sigh.
Coinkydinkys.
I got back from work, and I picked up my sister from a Key Club meeting, when she told me, “Hey I heard of some girl who was like the technology chair of key club. I checked out her page and it’s pretty good.”
I replied non-comittedly, “Oh yeah?”, and promptly forgot about her.
“She’s pretty cute, and she’s going to irvine.”, my sister continued. the words, she, pretty cute, and going to irvine, ringed the various parts of my noggin so the next i said was….
“What’s the URL?”
“madpimp.com slash gray”, my sister replied.
“oh shit, she has her own domain name? that’s like higher status right there.”
“yeah she does, and she spells gray, ‘grey’. I know how you find that just adorable.”
So I logged on to her site, and my sister pointed out a couple of pics. I had to agree. Pretty cute. Then i started reading some of the content, when I noticed a picture of my roommate Patrick. I was like WTF. So I IMed him with my story. We had a chuckle or two. The end.
Site: MadPimp.com/Gray
A friend of mine that I haven’t seen in almost two years contacted me out of the blue yesturday with an offer to rollerblade at the beach. She was a junior in high school when I was a senior, but she’s just now going to princeton because of a major illness. I told her we’d go on saturday, but then i realized I was going up to San Francisco for Area 51 (Yes, another party, another location). So we decided she’d try this whole electronica business at Circus Disco on thursday.
It’s actually quite nostalgia inducing when a friend from the past contacts you. A weird feeling of days gone by. A chuckle escapes me just now as I remember some of the stupid things I used to worry about and a groan from some of the things I used to do that I would consider really embarassing now.
About my friend Evelyn, she doesn’t read this blog, but she’s one of the most intelligent people I know, with a heart of gold. We were never close friends but she’s one of those people I always take the time to at least listen to– her opinions or otherwise. She reeks of being deep. Not that artsy fartsy deepness that so many try to pull off and fail. Her opinions are colored by her heart. She cares about stuff that I’d never take a second look at. If she ever ran for congresswoman or president, she has my vote. It’s like she’s some kind of prophet or religious figure, she instills that much desire to protect her at any cost in almost everyone I knew in high school.
In any case, I’ve been napping the last couple of hours. Work is so mentally draining. It takes a whole load of energy to wake up at 7:30 and then work til 5. I mean it’s longer than high school by god, and I don’t even go to school for that long in college.
Very very funny, even if I do a lot of them.
Desktop Customizations. Cool. Very cool. I’ll show you guys the results next week.
http://www.stardock.com
http://www.deviantart.com/
http://www.rbcing.net/fosi/set.html
BIGshow200024: whats the difference between anal sex and oral sex
e y s a n: what?
BIGshow200024: oral sex makes your day, anal sex makes your hole weak
e y s a n: HAHAH
BIGshow200024: and what do u do with 365 used condoms
e y s a n: what?
BIGshow200024: melt em all down
BIGshow200024: and call it a goodyear
So I won’t forget. A neat design site with some bitmap fonts. Bitmap fonts are fonts that are made up of pixels instead of vectors. Very old skool, but useful in this age of the internet.
Bigpostcard Website I’m doing for Work. Not fininshed by any means.
The value of education
I was working at a dot-com about 4 years ago and I was doing a store front for a local Foot-Action, but the owner was a real cheapskate and tried to get flash programming from me for free even though contractually I was only obliged to provide html services.
I explained the situation to the CEO of the company, while the vice-president (the person who hired me), looked on. I said, “The Foot-Action guy is surreptitiously trying to get–”
“Excuse me?”, the CEO queried, with a small grin.
“What?”, I said, after a momentary pause.
“What does surreptitious mean?”
Ken, the vice-president, answered, “Jee-zus, Donald, it means doing something shady secretly. Dave’s just being smarty-pants. You’re supposed to know words like this.”
Donald answered in a joking way, “I’m sorry Ken, I didn’t attend UCLA like you did. I only went to community college. I guess I’ll use the phrase ‘surreptitious person’ instead of ‘fucking asshole’ from now on. Although ‘fucking asshole’ has served me well these past 15 years. At Compaq, when I was VP, I always used ‘fucking asshole’. When I was a VP for JD Powers and Associates, I used ‘fucking asshole’. I always thought it was suffucient.”
He smiled, and I continued, with a new anecdote to tell implanted in my head.
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