I know that I've been non-existant/shitty about not calling people up and making plans. So, let me know what times are good for all y'all and I'll call and stuff?
Maybe tonight also I'll make some calls. Parts of the apartment are still messy and the suitcases have yet to be packed with anything other than my underwear.
I'm gonna miss Shirin and Papaya.
I want a full head of hair.
And maybe my posts won't be so lame after this week. I'm gonna rock y'all with insight and wit and charm, because that's how I do it in person.
…a true blue baller when I'm hollering a point…
I'm eating baby food with a fork. It's apricots with pears and apples. The baby food is Asma's idea.
No, not for another three years. At least.
What's Bill Bellamy up to? He always sucked.
In the words of America's foremost Brooklyn Hard Rock:
rockin the house,
the cradle,
the boat –
in the eigth grade,
brother rocked the bells
but i was more comfortable with straight legs
Asma and I are finally taking a vacation. We're flying to Chicago on July 31, then moving on to Champaign that coming Wednesday, then Springfield the day after. We will then depart for and from Chicago on Sunday.
Um… so yeah. My mom is inviting a lot of Bangla folks (the bulk of whom are locals) because people want to meet Asma and stuff. I hope that remains pretty casual. We should be the center of attention as far as being married, and nothing more.
I wonder if this means I should start sitting with the adults? Nah.
The UPS person just dropped off Betrayal at Krondor!
I haven't played it in a decade. I played it so much. It was great.
Funny how I pirated it the first time, but just now bought a legit [mint condition] copy off eBay.
Weeee.
I was doing a little reading on Firefox development (won't get into why). Basically, a lot of Firefox is written in Javascript. And when it runs Javascript on a page, it's run in a closed environment. The term they used was a ‘sandbox’.
‘Sandbox’ got me thinking of a site I used to order hip-hop albums from. Lo and behold, Sandbox Automatic is still alive. And this in turn led me to remember cheapcds.com.
I haven't ordered from either of them in maybe 5–6 years, but it's nice to see they're alive and unchanged.
(cheapcds.com is where I bought Saafir's Boxcar Sessions. Within the first few weeks of being on campus. Sigh.)
Trent is sticking out in my head a lot lately. I dunno what it is other than, this guy is a self-righteous prick. He has, hands down, the most idiotic lines recorded in recent years, via ‘Only’:
I'm becoming less defined
as days go by
fading away, well you might say
I'm losing focus
kind of drifting into the abstract in terms of how I see myself
Other shitty songs stuck in my head include the new Beyonce and Lil' Kim singles. But to Kim's credit, she did have what I thought was a damn clever line. It made me validly laugh at the lyrics and not the person writing them:
some peoples' jobs is to talk about Lil' Kim
let's face it, I'm a way of life for all of them
tabloid magazines rate worst and best dressed
they got some nerve when the ones who do the ratings look a mess
Star Jones don't like me, she cheap and I like her the best
damn! It must feel good to Payless
The retro beats superstar commercial rappers are using to show…that they're not total sell-outs [?] is pretty lame. But undeniably catchy. Listen back to a similar song ‘Cop that shit’ by The Fabulous, Ugly Missy Elliot and Co.
Yay. Kam's ‘Peace Treaty’ is playing.
Oh! And one of the regular workers at Starbucks now knows my drink. So it's time I start leaving tips every few visits.
A jumble of thoughts and recent events and whatnot.
We want to pick sour cherries with Asma's family last Monday. When we pulled into the orchard, Asma nearly through a fit because she saw a car she did not want to see.
Suffice it to say that the group of us played hide-n-seek, with the seekers not knowing that we were there in the first place. And it was better kept that way.
Work (or the absence of it (I would gladly take menial HTML updates at this point (they don't give me anything challenging in the first place))) is really getting me down. I don't want to be there if I have nothing to do. Partly my fault. I don't even have the focus to make a dent in some other personal projects, because I keep thinking how much it sucks to be setting in that cubicle.
So, I'm thinking about leaving AARP for real. I'm working with my friend Raymond, who's in town (we had dinner with him last night, and oddly enough, it's the first time I really talked to him in the last 10 years). He's got more and more projects to give to me, so there's a possibility he'll have enough for me to do to equal the amount I'm making right now (hopefully more).
If not, a part-time [telecommuting] job utilizing the more complex things I know plus work with Raymond would be much nicer. It all comes down to me being aggressive in selling myself.
Eh.
The wedding is still sort of taking its toll. We need a vacation badly. One of the biggest days in our life didn't really go our way, and we haven't had anything to fall back on. Stupid debts.
The deliverymen from Sears amazed me in how quick they swapped washing machines. What took a good hours of constant struggle took them maybe five minutes. I know their trick, but I wonder just how much upper body strength they need.
I have my own little trick about moving the washing machine back into the closet myself. Dunno if I ever mentioned that parts of the apartment have unlevel ground, but the most extreme case of it is at the living room-kitchen border, which also happens to be the washing closet. A video clip would be the best way to explain how much it sucks to move.
This morning reminded me a lot of Urbana for some reason: cloudy and cool breezes and dampness from a recent storm, not too dreary, very soothing. I felt like it fit junior year. Not sure which year I miss most (if I had to miss one), but it would be between sophomore and first senior year.
Speaking of which, I've got Trail of Dead's ‘Mistakes and Regrets’ stuck in my head for some reason. Trail of Dead in general reminds me of the beginning of the first senior year. Seemed a bit lonely, or something.
Things botched, but things work out over time.
We're in a slump, but that will work out too. And soon, I hope.
From this morning's Express:
Cyndi Lauper has lost her bid to have the rent on her Manhattan apartment cut nearly in half. On Thursday, the New York state Court of Appeals upheld a lower court ruling that set Lauper's rent at about $1000.
And here I am, no fame with middle-class income for less than a year, paying the same as her.
Respect has gone down for Lauper.
I'm making my own scripting language, which will translate into a customizable subset of PHP. There's a slew of web applications I want to write.
Making a parser is tough.
