Sweet Shine

So this is the last entry to use a song title from Sonic Youth's Experimental Jet Set, Trash and No Star CD. The CD that started my obsession with them, albeit with a pause of 10 years in between.

This blog hasn't been easy to maintain but now I have a better picture.

I hear my angel mounted baby
pretend to everlast a lady
Marlboro belt unbuckled baby
they told me you were just crazy
I feel that I could burst
gimme a little drink of your sweet time
is it the way you think?
or just a pattern of your glory
is it just some story?
you wrote all for me
do you think you're my home?
down deep you're just a little whorey
I know you, I'm from you
I know you, I'm from you

whoooooow
I'm coming home to Swall Drive

cowboys are languishin'
little girl's are bees
is it really a green stage coach
crawling up to me

I dreamt that you were my vacation
woke to find desire and dislocation
you're always heavy in rotation
coming on, flirting with the nation
I feel that I could burst
gimme a little drink of your sweet shine
why is the way you grew
still in the soul wanting you
smelling the night jasmine
hypnotizes me
the flower tells me stories
that make me sick and free
I know you, I'm from you
I know you, I'm from you

whoooooow
I'm coming home momma, to Swall Drive

Alice is a chain store
down past 1st and Vine
you can shop there anytime
it's all very fine
look his hair is colored, do you think he grows
look it's changing colors, it's bigger than a horse
look it's changing colors, it's bigger than a rose
look it's changing colors, it's bigger than a prose
look it's changing colors, it's bigger than a horse
look it's changing...

In the Mind of a Bourgeois Reader

A classic MUNI story:

Couple of days ago, I was riding the MUNI underground. I was going home during lunch so there was almost no one on this particular car. In fact, there was me and this one other man listening to his music and reading a magazine.

The train stops at Powell or Civic Center or Van Ness and I could see this other man waiting to get on the train, dancing in place. Dancing like he was not quite right. He gets on at the far end away from where we are sitting (see diagram) and begins wobbling towards us. and lo and behold, where does he sit?

Right next to the person enjoying his music and book. Not near him, or one seat over, right next to him. He gives the man a WTF look and immediately gets up and sits somewhere far away.

btw, I love to point out the fact that MUNI underground cars are built by Pininfarina, the same coachwork firm that builds your Ferraris.

in other news...

So I'm finally a Ebay seller. I've been a buyer for over 5 years now and because of my recent hobby of purging and organizing, I've picked up this new hobby.

L@@K!!!

http://search.ebay.com/_W0QQsassZngc1024QQhtZ-1

... and it l@@ks like no bites.

Doctor's Orders

So as I mentioned earlier, I've developed a semi-obsession of cleaning and organizing my living quarters.


purge
Ever since Leah moved out, I've been mostly getting rid of rpgs (listed on my forums), magazines (I threw away my entire collection of Fine Scale Modeler), old PC games (gave it away), etc. I mean, I am I hoarding them? At one point I may have thought that I would play or use them again someday but thanks to 1. the internet and 2. my age - I know better. Hoarding leads to... well, just a bunch of stuff.

organize
So now that I've gotten rid of stuff I don't need, I am stuck with the stuff I use. I can finally walk into my closet and even do a spin move if I choose to do so. I found perfectly good clothes that I had forgotten about.

I cleaned out the common closet. Consolidated junk (common junk cannot simply be thrown out) and rearranged mostly shoes.



Now that I've developed this habit, it's kind of self-feeding. It's a momentum that I'm enjoying at the moment and I don't mind that it takes up my time.

Tokyo Eye

This might sound sick and insensitive, but I get so peeved when the media doesn't report on what car make and model is involved in the accidents they report. Thanks to teh Internets, 55% of the time, I am able to find out.

Waist

Speaking of witch, I knead to transfer the name on the trash bill over two my name...


Sew now I have met too people that I know on the internets forums and sew far it's been too for too. billr from Portent.net turns out to be pretty normal by that I mean he's knot sum ubergeekus maximus. We hung out four a few ours over a couple of beers. I hope to meet him again, especially when he completes his mfrmmphmm.

I also met Emperor's Light also from Portent because he was leaving for Bakersfield. Wear the hell is that?! ah well, it sounds like he found a job he will love. I told him that we should meat up at GenCon LA and he seemed open to that idea.

So if you ever get a chance two hang out with someone ewe only met on the internet AND you know them reasonably well, try it out. Here endeth the lesson so says Sean Connery in the Untouchables. brilliant!

Quest for the Cup

Everything is on hiatus, nothing is in progress.

As I was preparing for an exit strategy at work, I realized that I have about 800 megabytes of data that might not be work-related. PDFs, jpgs, Word docs, et.al. 800... I suppose it's not that bad for being there for five years.


I discovered some major old school polyhedral dice recently, and I am in love: Gamescience dice designed by Louis Zocchi. He was a game store owner back in the early days of D&D when TSR included some pretty crappy dice (warning: it's not pretty, also thanks to Kevin Cook, the Dice Collector for the photo) with their games so he developed a process for long lasting and precise results... I'm not entirely convinced, but it doesn't really matter because they look awesome. They are lightweight, but have very crisp edges and the colors are very retro. I got the red, white and green sets and I've been rolling them all day. Yes, it's true, I carry a set of polyhedrals at all times. You just never know when someone on BART (or your local rapid transit system) yells out, "hey, anyone play D&D 3.5?"


overheard on a forum (topic: "What can be saved from green slime?"):

"As a DM once said to our group when we were 'attacked' by green slime and we asked him about a possible resurrection and what remains do we have to work with. He said, 'NOTHING! You're all dead! Roll up new characters!'"

gotta love it. classic killer DM at its finest.


spambin size = about 100/day = some interesting characters:

Picket G. Breastplate
Cyanide Q. Sparser
Woodworm C. Calibrator
Invoking S. Jaywalking
Medieval D. Insole
Shoes G. Firing
God O. Venison
Jim Morrison
Masochism E. Skin
Anaesthetized T. Youth
Farming F. Compulsiveness
Anarchism L. Innocentest
Leewards Q. Gobbledegook
Assembly A. Bundestag
Inhumanity P. Kowloon

Androgynous Mind

SYNTAX ERROR

I finally got to see a Tablet PC up close this past weekend and I want one now. It would make an ideal gaming computer. The idea is to download all the jpegs and maps and photos from the web and when it comes to show it to my players, I just... swivel the screen towards them. In a perfect world there would be screens on both sides, but in an even more perfect world, the screen would be semi-transparent. drool. My brother who is in the "inside" said that something like that is in the works. I mean the both sides, not semi-transparent.

There are also a surprising number of software for rpgs as discussed in this thread at my favorite stomping grounds, rpg.net.

oh yeah, and all the rpg pdfs in the world would be stored in it.

purge

There is nothing like getting rid of stuff... but there is also nothing more soothing than buying stuff. Thus the cycle continues. I am so fed up with junk that's piling up in my supersuite that I'm finally thinking of ebaying the whole lot. THIS JUST IN: Games Workshop's operating profit is down by 30%. holy crap. I know Lord of the Rings is/was a big piece of their pie, but that's pretty bad. Honestly, I'm glad to hear of this because it seems that GW is being run by a group of arrogant mud slaadi.

But I digress. DISTROY ALL JUNK!!!

I feel much much better. Now if I could only get off my ass and actually sell the crap...


Speaking of things, if I could have any one car for the rest of my life...

A 2001 BMW Z8. The funny thing is I prefer coupes over convertibles, but this car... I guess it transcends such categorizations.