Month: April 2006

I need to get tattooed

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I need to get tattooed. I’m having a complete ink-junkie moment. I don’t even care what I get right now, I just need to get tattooed. I’m having a very strong urge to blow off work and just go. I don’t have any plan for where to go or what to get. Oakland, Santa Cruz, […]

I need to get tattooed.

I’m having a complete ink-junkie moment. I don’t even care what I get right now, I just need to get tattooed.

I’m having a very strong urge to blow off work and just go. I don’t have any plan for where to go or what to get. Oakland, Santa Cruz, maybe one of the local shops I know by repute but haven’t been tattooed at.

I don’t care. I just need to get ink.

*sigh*

More Alarms

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Ok, there’s a scene in a movie – and this is stuck in my head like an earworm, like a song frag you can’t get rid of and can’t identify, the way Soho’s Hippychick used to stick with no song name or band name or other useful lyrics, just ‘no hip, hip, hip, no hippychick’. […]

Ok, there’s a scene in a movie – and this is stuck in my head like an earworm, like a song frag you can’t get rid of and can’t identify, the way Soho’s Hippychick used to stick with no song name or band name or other useful lyrics, just ‘no hip, hip, hip, no hippychick’.

Someone out there has to know what movie this is.

Here’s the scene. This is like a modern-day crime kinda movie, not sci-fi or anything. Some psycho – and I’m thinking Malkovich , Spacey, someone like that – has some woman held captive. He’s, I dunno, threatening her, torturing her, something. He’s got her tied up.

But she’s angry and defiant. She spits in his face.

And he looks at her with these freaky dead cold eyes, wipes the spit off his face with his hand, and licks it off his hand.

The image stuck. But there’s no damned context. Who the hell is this? What movie is this?

It rattles around in my head, like ‘Perth Amboy’ in Thurber’s head in More Alarms at Night. Help me out here before ‘Threaten to get Buck’.

Happy Birthday

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Because I’m just that sort of friend, Doxy, I forgot yesterday was your birthday. I keep tellin’ people, I’m an asshole. Anyway, a big moronosphere shout-out to Doxy. Happy Birthday, baby. You seem to have stopped blogging again, but I’m hope you’re havin’ a fine ol’ day of it. It also seems to be Gina’s […]

Because I’m just that sort of friend, Doxy, I forgot yesterday was your birthday.

I keep tellin’ people, I’m an asshole.

Anyway, a big moronosphere shout-out to Doxy. Happy Birthday, baby. You seem to have stopped blogging again, but I’m hope you’re havin’ a fine ol’ day of it.

It also seems to be Gina’s (mrs Ray) birthday.

So mid-april spankings all round.

Like a dream that has no dreamer

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I’m in one of those song lyrics phrases. A couple days ago it was Spiriitualized – and yesterday if I’d bothered, it would have been Hüsker Dü. But now I’m suddenly in a Be Bop Deluxe phase. Like a square peg in a round hole Like a harp without its strings Like a sailor who […]

I’m in one of those song lyrics phrases. A couple days ago it was Spiriitualized – and yesterday if I’d bothered, it would have been Hüsker Dü.

But now I’m suddenly in a Be Bop Deluxe phase.

Like a square peg in a round hole
Like a harp without its strings
Like a sailor who sails no oceans
Like a bird that has no wings

Without love, I am a desert
Without love, my light is dim
Without love, I have no treasures
Without love, I cannot win

(Without love) We are like ships in the night
(Without love) Selling our souls down the river
Sailing away and forever our pleasure is blue.

Like a dream that has no dreamer
Like a cloud without a sky
Like a truth with no believer
Like a mother without a child

Without love, I have no pleasures
Without love, my light is dim
Without love, I have no treasures
Without love, my chance is slim

(Without love) We are like ships in the night
(Without love) Selling our souls down the river
Sailing away and forever our pleasure is blue

     —Be Bop Deluxe, Ships in the Night

Be Bop Deluxe are in my top five Best Bands Ever list. You really should hear them, if you’ve never done so. They’re amazing.

cobbler’s elves

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looks like I’ve got one of those all-weekend pushes coming – a project that’s due for release monday (this is internal tools stuff, not product. I don’t do product, man) needs the cobbler’s elves to do magic behind the scenes. So I’ll be at my desk, or some variant of my desk, most of the […]

looks like I’ve got one of those all-weekend pushes coming – a project that’s due for release monday (this is internal tools stuff, not product. I don’t do product, man) needs the cobbler’s elves to do magic behind the scenes.

So I’ll be at my desk, or some variant of my desk, most of the weekend, getting data moves and tools tested so that no one notices a damned thing on monday.

That’s the essence of what I do, most of the time. make it work, so users people notice anything changes.

If i’m lucky this won’t be a really major push. I’d actually like to see the sun if it pops out this weekend. But we’ll see…

Cop Shoot Cop

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Man, I love Spiritualized. Hey man there’s a hole in my arm where all the money goes Jesus christ died for nothin’ I suppose Cop shoot cop I believe I believe that I have been reborn Cop shoot cop I haven’t got the time no more Hey man there’s a hole in my head where […]

Man, I love Spiritualized.

Hey man there’s a hole in my arm where all the money goes
Jesus christ died for nothin’ I suppose

Cop shoot cop
I believe
I believe that I have been reborn
Cop shoot cop
I haven’t got the time no more

Hey man there’s a hole in my head where information goes
And all my friends died for nothin’ I suppose

Cop shoot cop
I believe
I believe that I have been reborn
Cop shoot cop
I haven’t got the time no more

Hey man there’s a hole in my reason that I gotta close
’cause all my love died for nothin’ I suppose

Cop shoot cop
I believe
I believe that I have been reborn
Cop shoot cop
I haven’t got the time no more

     —Spiritualized, Cop Shoot Cop

One of the best concerts I’ve ever seen, when I saw ’em a couple years back. It was like an acid trip with no drugs whatsoever (well, ok, tequila. That counts as a drug, I guess).

Every time I hear ’em I think, I have to see these guys again…

!Broke

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I think I’ve mostly un-done the template breakage, but I still need to tweak a few things. Right now I’m hip deep in Joomla, trying to figure out how to shoehorn a internal group website into a Joomla layout. Sections and Categories and Bears, Oh My. I’m finally putting the blog-related skills into something now […]

I think I’ve mostly un-done the template breakage, but I still need to tweak a few things.

Right now I’m hip deep in Joomla, trying to figure out how to shoehorn a internal group website into a Joomla layout. Sections and Categories and Bears, Oh My. I’m finally putting the blog-related skills into something now work-related.

The Eyes Have It

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This is fucking brilliant. I dunno how much I’ve talked about comics but i grew up on a steady diet of sci-fi pulps and comics. And Jack Kirby, more than anyone else, defined my early comic-reading days (Well, that and Gilbert Shelton, but that’s spelled comix). My first comics ever were Kirby; an issue of […]

This is fucking brilliant.

I dunno how much I’ve talked about comics but i grew up on a steady diet of sci-fi pulps and comics. And Jack Kirby, more than anyone else, defined my early comic-reading days (Well, that and Gilbert Shelton, but that’s spelled comix). My first comics ever were Kirby; an issue of Nick Fury, agent of S.H.I.E.L.D was the first comic I read, and Kamadi was the first one I bought.

There’s a reason they call him King Kirby.

Anyway, I just found this on BoingBoing, and it rules – a collage of Kirby comic eyes.

Kirbyeyes-1

That’s just a little sample, it’s way bigger than this (sample thumbnail courtesy of BB).

Back in the saddle again

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Ridin’ into town alone By the light of the moon I’m looking for ol sukie jones She crazy horse saloon Barkeep gimme a drink That’s when she caught my eye She turned to give me a wink That make a grown man cry Ok. Gots me a new computer. Seventeen inches of throbbing computational power, […]


Ridin’ into town alone
By the light of the moon
I’m looking for ol sukie jones
She crazy horse saloon
Barkeep gimme a drink
That’s when she caught my eye
She turned to give me a wink
That make a grown man cry

Ok. Gots me a new computer. Seventeen inches of throbbing computational power, right here in my lap.

Ok, not the MacBook pro I was hoping to lay hands on; we’re sellin’ em fast as we can make em so there are none to go around internally yet. But still, bigger, better, faster.

Now maybe I can write something that ain’t so damned sulky.