He was a cad, but the crease in his pants was immaculate

April 3rd, 2006

I need to quit being so very sexy all the time. It's starting to get me in trouble.

I realized that for the last however-many time changes that I can remember, I've been at Denny's. I find this fact to be inordinately soothing.

Fedora Core 5 is out, and I'm running it. The process of updating my system was made all the more exciting by a hard drive failure about halfway through the "yum upgrade" process that left a couple hundred duplicate packages just kind of sitting there. The good news is that I was able to whip up a little perl script to find them all and destroy their elder forms. All told, without the cleanup from the hardware failure, the process took two commands, a number of which the developers can be pretty proud. FC5 is pretty nice thus far. It's made KMail a bit more stable on startup and the new libnotify version makes desktop file creation actually work like I want it to. The only downside is that for some reason amaroK's analyzer isn't wanting to take data from gStreamer. It'll work fine with the Helix engine, but Helix annoys me in other ways.

I'm not too terribly concerned. It'll be made to wear its little hat and dance its little jig, just as all things in Linux can be convinced to do.

So I told you that I was happy for you
and given the chance I'd lie again.

Somewhat fuzzier on the subject of kneecaps

March 30th, 2006

I'm a browncoat now.

Yes, while the fleet is in-between seasons, I've let Joss Whedon's little foray into sci-fi catch my attention. In the last week I've watched all 14 episodes and the Serenity movie, all of which make me of the opinion that Fox hates good television. I really got the feeling that the characters were developing nicely, and I started to get pretty attached to them. Further, I ended up learning something about myself.

For background, I have four basic criteria for finding girls attractive.

  1. Not grotesque to behold
    (I'm trying not to be shallow, but I need to draw the line somewhere.)
  2. Shoulder-length straight brown hair
    (The darker the better, though even light brown will do)
  3. Liberal values
    (Anti-capitalist, feminist, whatever. Basically don't hate poor people or homosexuals.)
  4. Exceptional grammar
    (It hurts my ears to hear poor sentence structure. An expansive vocabulary is helpful too.)

Note that these alone are only sufficient for attraction, not to actually make me want to date her. There are several other rules, both unspoken and as-yet-unknown, that have to be met before my skittish nature is overcome. Things like "can't be crazy" and "can't be an ex of Mike Stroud" are big ones. What Kaylee (and, as it turns out, Cally) have let me know is that there is a whole 'nother category of "innocent, borderline obsessive, and smart" that circumvents all of my carefully described laws, and goes directly for the heartstrings. I'm sure it doesn't hurt that they still meet all the shallow requirements.

I finally understand why Amy named her cat as such.

Last note: if anyone else has a PVC^H^H^Hthousand-year-old Irish flute, head on down to Mobile, Alabama. "To me, it looks like a leprechaun to me."

You have never been in love
until you've seen the stars
reflect in the reservoirs.

And my mother laughed the way some ladies do

March 24th, 2006

Highs of the last week include the Morrissey concert, drinking cold beer on a warm beach, dancing in Mexico, making a bunch of two-day friends, and watching other friends get pierced and tattooed.

Lows include having my money clip disappear, my cassette player in my car breaking, traffic on the Queen Isabelle Memorial Bridge, and having to become a disciplinarian.

Laughing at the trouble is the only way to keep yourself sane, except maybe to yell at it. Don't throw furniture. It's dumb.

There is something I wanted to tell you.
It's so funny, you'll kill yourself laughing,
But then I, I look around, and I remember
that I am alone.

Like an apple spinning silently in space

March 13th, 2006

BSG 75

I've been watching myself buy a lot more random DVDs over the last couple of weeks or so. Since the turn of the year, I've become the proud owner of at least three impulse movies. I find this especially odd since I've also been even more entranced than usual by a certain particularly deep, torrentable TV show. Yay for (special) friends of friends and good suggestions.

My favorite Don Knotts memory is the episode of The Muppet Show that he hosted that sported my favorite musical sketch of all time. I never got comfortable with the idea that "Windmills of Your Mind" was supposed to be sung so much slower than that awesome alien thing did.

Also, he's an answer to Sunday's NYT crossword. Patrick, Keia, myself, and two of Keia's friends stayed up until all hours of the morning working to get the last few clever turns of phrase. It took puzzling (rimshot) and fretting, but we bested Will Shortz at his own game. Begone!

Midterms are done! I'm still a little worried about what I made on my engineering one, but on the one that doesn't count, I made a pretty high A. Hopefully that bodes well for that day's conduciveness to test-taking.

Big plans for the break are twofold: Morrissey on Tuesday, then a random road trip down Souf for the rest of the week. See you all on the beach.

OM bhūr bhuvah svah tat savitur varēnyam bhargō dēvasya dhīmahi dhiyō yō nah pracōdayāt

Goodbye, crazy lady, I enjoyed repeatedly throwing you to the ground.

March 3rd, 2006

By this point, Lent is the only holiday (season) that I trust. Can you buy "Have a solemn and depriving Lent" cards? Lenten decorations? "Lent" aisle at your local everything-store? Lenten candy? Only if you go to random places online, and that's awesome. There are only two kinds of calendar-based celebrations I can have where I'm not obligated by social pressures to throw money at my happiness: holidays I invent, and Heaton-esque holidays that no one else cares about. The problem with the second group is that precious few of them are actually meaningful, which is where Lent shines. Even outside of the religious connotations (and they're pretty compelling to those of us that buy into them), giving yourself a specified amount of time to spend exercising the self-control that people seem not to be so keen on these days seems like a patently good idea. After giving up caffeine and carbonated beverages and intellectual posturing in previous years, I find myself better able to refrain from the kinds of overindulgence to which I know I'm genetically predisposed. I even try to emulate this process in other parts of the year (cf. my various personal experiments) but that then falls into category 1 of the holidays above, which is not quite as much fun.

You know it's an odd week when you have a Toby Keith song stuck in your head.

So, to help keep myself honest, I'm letting you know that I'm becoming vegetarian for the duration of the season. The logic works like this: there are lots of arguments out there as to why people should be vegetarian, and I've only scratched the surface. I'm going to find out if I need to investigate further by finding out if I'm capable of vegetarianism. My resolve is pretty strong when it needs to be, but I want to make sure that I'm not going to melt from lack of iron or anything. Now, my form of vegetarianism means no flesh of anything that moves under its own power: cow, chicken, fish, squid, etc. Things that are not flesh (Eggs, milk, butter) are still in, as are things that don't move (spinach, nuts, the bedridden elderly). So far, I've had salads, veggie subs, cereal, croissants, and the tastiest spinach artichoke dip in the (un)free world.

Lots of colons today. Also links

The question of the day is then "What good arguments for/against vegetarianism are there?" You should tell me the 1 or 2 really good 2NR kinds of reasons why, if I don't think that I have any moral obligations toward animals that are incapable of engaging in the responsibilities that rights require, I should not eat them. The best arguments I've seen so far come from land use and economic/anti-capitalist sides. The worst ones for me have been the animal rights ones (see above).

Just to see you smile, I'd do anything that you wanted me to.