Archive for September, 2006

A Hard Day’s Night

Never before have I truly appreciated this kind of night. The kind of night that makes you forget all your troubles and relax and lose yourself in the company of friends.

Sure, it’s 2am and I’ve been awake since 7am yesterday. And my laptop is unusable because the battery is dead and the AC adapter stopped working. (Had to order a new one that’ll be mailed here eventually.) And I’ve got the cuts on my face and a sort of bent and re-bent glasses frame (repaired) from a bad collision in flag football. And I have a test shift tomorrow at a job I’ll hopefully land. And my relationship with Sara has been a little up and down lately, and we haven’t spoken in a couple days—though we really should.

But on nights like this you forget all those things. There’s something about the simple enjoyment of being with friends in interesting places that makes you leave the rest of the world behind.

Over the past few weeks I’ve gotten the feeling that I’ve changed a little out of that shy and introverted person I was, or that I’ve just found the right people to hang around with. I’ve been finding more connections with people through their stories of love and loss, or friendship, or where we think we’re going in our lives. I haven’t had many friends whom I’ve really connected with and understood on a level of more than…hell, I can’t think of a word for it.

If you ask me at the right time, I just might tell you a story.

As shitty as my Tuesdays are (early mornings at the ‘Eater and no time for things but class and work ’til the evening), the past few Tuesday nights have more than made up for it.

Chances are I’ll eventually become a regular at the Blue Fugue. Alec is chasing one hell of an opportunity as the Blue Fugue’s owner is looking for someone knowledgeable on hookahs, to actually work the place on Tuesday and Thursday hookah nights. Currently it’s just an unofficial side venture that the Blue Fugue supports. Soon, it could be so much more, as there are no hookah bars in Columbia.

Redux

(Previously titled “hosting, oh boy”. Old post removed.)

December 5, 2007:

Entries before this point (Sep. 24, 2006) come from my older blog — if you used to visit here back then, it’s the one with the desert theme. Back when I hosted everything on a little Fedora Linux server in a closet in my house, on a little DSL connection.

Before I moved to Dreamhost and got a few other domains.

There were about 300 entries imported, which (at the time of writing this) was more than double the number of entries since that time.

Just thought you should know.

This is what you Facebookers sound like.

I don’t understand what the deal is. I noticed the features, liked the basis of having feeds and collapsible interface (they didn’t add any “clutter” other than feeds).

Apparently nobody else did. Actually, everybody hated it. Which says something as they’re all scared of stalkers or bothered by clutter.

It’s like, a school networking site. Jesus, if you’re on Facebook that much, you really need to get out and network yourself without a computer, people. That’s coming from the online guy.

  • Matt Adams: i don’t see what everyone cares about
  • Me: everybody hates it
  • Me: i love it
  • Me: i know
  • Matt Adams: i love that everyone hates it
  • Me: just because they added feeds doesn’t mean people haven’t laready been stalking you
  • Me: i don’t hate the new stuff one bit
  • Me: it took a bit of getting used to, but i don’t care about the stalking or the whatever.
  • Matt Adams: all the people that spend 8 hours on facebook a day are worried they’re going to look like losers.
  • Matt Adams: cause they are
  • Me: i forgot who i said it to:
  • Me: i was like
  • Me: i don’t care because i don’t think i’m worth stalking and i also don’t think anyone else should hate it because they should all be just as unafraid
  • Me: if you’re on facebook so much that you’re afraid of people tracing your steps on facebook…
  • Me: then you’re definitely not worth the time.
  • Me: heh
  • Matt Adams: i’m just astounded by the insanely fast reaction by everyone. “This sucks! Yeah! That guy hates it, so I hate it too! Let’s make groups! Let’s not notice the IRONY OF MAKING GROUPS ABOUT THIS!”
  • Me: LOL
  • Me: yeah
  • Me: HTIS SITE SUCKS SO LET’S USE MORE OF IT’S USELESS FEATURES TO PROTEST