September 2005
SEPTEMBER 22, 2005 :: 11:45AM Talking Shit.
Jammin' to ... feelin'Last night, Kristine and I talked so much shit over our flaming barbecue-grilled dinner at Manpuku in Westwood. We were literally yelling over the each other because the built-in barbecue in our table made it hard to hear. Plus, we're already deaf enough without all the extra noise. I'm still salivating over how good that food was. We talked shit ranging from girls who buy thousand dollar purses to idiots who eeked their way through college earning a meaningless bachelor's degree. Sushi Mac next week, hooch!
I've been pretty mute lately. I always have something to say; sometimes I'll sit down and start typing an entry only to backspace about a hundred times thinking "who the fuck wants to read about that shit?" So, instead of giving you a recap of what went on in my life during the last couple weeks, I'll talk about the bajillion movies I've watched recently. I am Netflix's worst nightmare. My rent and return turnaround time is phenomenal; I get new DVDs in the mail almost daily.
Somewhere between finishing that last paragraph and now, I've lost the will to talk about the movies I've seen. Meh, maybe later.
SEPTEMBER 22, 2005 :: 11:39AM Talking Shit.
Jammin' to ... feelin'Last night, Kristine and I talked so much shit over our flaming barbecue-grilled dinner at Manpuku in Westwood. We were literally yelling over the each other because the built-in barbecue in our table made it hard to hear. Plus, we're already deaf enough without all the extra noise. I'm still salivating over how good that food was. We talked shit ranging from girls who buy thousand dollar purses to idiots who eeked their way through college earning a meaningless bachelor's degree. Sushi Mac next week, hooch!
I've been pretty mute lately. I always have something to say; sometimes I'll sit down and start typing an entry only to backspace about a hundred times thinking "who the fuck wants to read about that shit?" So, instead of giving you a recap of what went on in my life during the last couple weeks, I'll talk about the bajillion movies I've watched recently. I am Netflix's worst nightmare. My rent and return turnaround time is phenomenal; I get new DVDs in the mail almost daily.
Somewhere between finishing that last paragraph and now, I've lost the will to talk about the movies I've seen. Meh, maybe later.
SEPTEMBER 07, 2005 :: 04:07PM MySpace is taking over the world.
Jammin' to ... feelin'I am not going to bash it as a whole like an elitist Notepad web design nazi as I have many dear friends who are members. I'd probably sign up as well if I weren't so hell bent on being anti. Yesterday, I spent 30 minutes just browsing and clicking through people's pages, and ho-lee crap. I might as well have been right back in high school. Everyone that I knew back then still looks the same. They still live in the same place, still hang out with the same people, and somehow managed to reverse their grammatical skills to a 5th grade level.
There are two things about some MySpaces that annoy me the most. First- the horrid layouts and skins. The huge animated gifs, the graphical backgrounds that camouflages the text, blinking panda bear cursors, and gajillion non-thumbnailed pictures on the first page that activate a horizontal scroll that's longer than the vertical. Mouseover and other special effects on text. Yes, when I mouseover a link, it's SO COOL that the text flips upside down. People PEOPLE PEOPLE!! [Here is where the minimalist-elitist snob in me kicks in.] JUST BECAUSE ALL OF THESE THINGS ARE BRIGHT, SPARKLY AND PRETTY ON THEIR OWN, DOES NOT MEAN THAT WILL HOLD TRUE WHEN THEY'RE ALL PUT TOGETHER! Okay, so that's more like 6 things, but "layouts" sums it up.
Second- people who have 479 "Friends". People who add people just to add people just to raise their added-people count. My god, does everything have to be a popularity contest? Your "friend" count does not affect your FICO, nor does it contribute to your 401K. But then again I'm a freak who feels these things are important. No sarcasm there.
And an honorable mention- people who leave comments on MySpaces with goofy ass animated gifs or long and pointless ASCII drawings that spell out "HI" or "LOL" or "SUP".
In conclusion, I'd like to reiterate that I have nothing against the concept. Nothing twists my panties more [well......] than people who are anti-something just for the sake of being "different". For every 5 horrible MySpaces I clicked through, I saw 1 old friend that I might have never heard from again if it weren't for the interweb.
¡Viva MySpace!
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