tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38573252011-04-21T12:20:38.203-07:00A finite number of monkeysSo, this is what happens when EVERYONE can publish, huh?Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comBlogger651100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-1080441567291042522004-03-27T18:38:00.000-08:002004-03-27T18:42:54.280-08:00Let's get rid of that useless comment feature, shall we?Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-1077610487765825152004-02-24T00:12:00.000-08:002004-02-24T00:17:31.840-08:00Wow, another 3 months between posts. Things I have learned:
- the cluib scene is rapidly proving unsatisfying as I end up knowing lots of people superficially without actually KNOWING anyone as a friend.
- some of my new friends are stupid and don't listen to my advice.
- LJ is a great way to learn this.Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-1072340358529916982003-12-25T00:18:00.000-08:002003-12-25T00:20:41.996-08:00A Christmas story on TV, Rose is asleep, all the packages are wrapped, stockings are stuffed, and Santa's eaten his cookies and drank his milk.
OK, now I feel somewhat better. I was practically falling asleep from exhaustion/dehydration earlier tonight at my aunt's.Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-1072295815787888302003-12-24T11:55:00.000-08:002003-12-24T11:58:38.356-08:00Presents wrapped? Check.
Christmas cookies baked? Check.
Roses on Grandma's grave (her birthday was yesterday)? Check.
Put Grandpa in the nursing home, perfhaps for forever, as he's loopier than a box of Froot Loops? Check.
Yeah, the holidays are off to a swimming start.Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-1070320309724075922003-12-01T15:11:00.000-08:002003-12-01T15:13:01.856-08:00Oh, goody. People at work AND at the Merc are dropping like files with things like strep and flu. Did I unwittingly step into a remake of 28 Days Later or Outbreak? Cheee-rist. Now I have to go bathe in Lysol or something...Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-1070304611574872922003-12-01T10:50:00.000-08:002003-12-01T10:51:03.590-08:00Well, I'm sort of uninspired, but I'm still not going to post fucking LJ memes on "what _ are you" to my blog. I'd rather stab my eyes out with red hot pokers.
I feel the need to paint my brain a different color...but I haven't decided what yet. Something new and interesting to read and think about. The last thing that did this for me in any sort of way for me was The Evolution of Cooperation byRoberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-1069836241573461522003-11-26T00:24:00.000-08:002003-11-26T00:46:58.733-08:00OK, more mp3's. I can also now confirm that goth/industrial music encoded at 128 kilobit is teh suxx0r to listen to for any length of time. It makes my ears tired. The problem seems to be lots o' bass + lots of high pitched synth and voice = warble and distortion 'cause the mp3 psychoacoustic model doesn't have enough bits to work with, plus the high end gets cut out a lot. Encoding at much Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-1069450441790727572003-11-21T13:34:00.000-08:002003-11-21T13:35:22.590-08:00Having an iPod at work and thus being able to listen to all kinds of crunchy thumpy German inustrial music without offending your officemates is all kinds of excellent.
Sorry for the good share for the listening audience (if there is any), but I should have done this a LONG LONG time ago.Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-1069075664509051522003-11-17T05:25:00.000-08:002003-11-17T05:28:17.060-08:00So, I finally go to bed at a reasonable hour for the first time in a while (10 pm)...and end up waking up from a nightmare where my grandmother is left to die while I'm trying to find her in her old house.
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Needless to say I couldn't get back to sleep. Good news- found somewhere where I can download decent tunes. So I will be subsisting tomorrow on coffee and oontz.Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-1068353648622975542003-11-08T20:41:00.000-08:002003-11-08T20:54:29.936-08:00Yay. Out being social with bunches of people from Seagoth for dinner. Right now I'm at the Aurafice chatting with C-ko and blogging.
Also, I've been coming back to an idea for a movie I've had- a black comedy about someone climbing the social scene in a goth community by murder, transforming from innocent shy waif to Kali-esque Dark Mother. Pity I have NO screenwriting experience, but I should Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-1067884688373706742003-11-03T10:27:00.000-08:002003-11-03T10:39:30.966-08:00OK, more about the job and random stuff.
- I'm reasonably happy to go back to MS...but I'd also llike to experience life outside Redmond, so I'm sort of disappointed, too. It would seem hiring isn't happening as much outside, though (which makes sense, what with MS representing a huge share of the software testing jobs in the Puget Sound area where I'm looking for work).
- And while we're on Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-1067800220537416322003-11-02T11:09:00.000-08:002003-11-02T11:10:34.060-08:00Yay. Contract position at MS testing for the Mouse group, through the end of March. Whew. That's a big relief.Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-1067407716133832322003-10-28T22:02:00.000-08:002003-10-28T22:08:43.716-08:00Blah. Interviews are still not turning up jobs yet. At least my unemployment money is wending its way through the system...Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-1067326978743807782003-10-27T23:29:00.000-08:002003-10-27T23:43:41.593-08:00Time for a geek moment.
OK, Microsoft preannounced supposedly ubercool stuff at their developer conference and handed out the alpha builds like candy at Halloween. And there was much rejoicing.
I believe the phrase I'm looking for here is real artists ship. Nice to see that the investment in R&D South is still paying off.
Ow, I think I sprained my eyes rolling them. Oh yeah, MS also announced Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-1066990955469294712003-10-24T03:18:00.000-07:002003-10-24T03:22:36.606-07:00OK, maybe not a lot more to follow. Not being captive to the 9-5 workday has made my sleep schedule a bit, um, erratic. (Though I still have SOME adherence to it, since Rose needs to be at her school around 8:30-ish in the morning, thus I drag my ass out of bed and get us both ready to see the world, even if it means I come back home at 9 am and pass out until noon.)
Anyway, approximately 35 Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-1066877211743292082003-10-22T19:45:00.000-07:002003-10-24T03:18:45.296-07:00Yo', check out the mad bloggrolling linkz on the left, yo'.
Damned if I can figure out a coherent theme to 'em, though. More to follow.Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-1066685518393952532003-10-20T14:27:00.000-07:002003-10-20T14:35:47.850-07:00Well, while my interviews went well, they didn't lead to jobs (plus I found out my former lead is actively discouraging people from rehiring me as a contractor. Not too surprising based on how our last 6-8 months went. I realized I was fucked when I spent 3 hours on 3 revisions of a team-wide 3 paragraph email because it didn't meet her standards. You'd think I was writing the lead for the NY Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-1066458981806485102003-10-17T23:35:00.000-07:002003-10-17T23:45:52.763-07:00Well, it seems the folks over in Microsoft PSS are hot and bothered for people with Exchange experience.
I find it tremendously amusing that I might actually get a RAISE as a result of being "fired" (or essentially given little choice but to resign). What would be the kicker is if I get rehired as a FTE all of a month after leaving (it isn't quite clear to me if I'd be on contract or an FTE). Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-1066193212492480192003-10-14T21:41:00.000-07:002003-10-14T21:47:15.963-07:00Well, I had an interview today with Bungie Community (sort of a division of XBox) for a contract position.
It was not a good interview.
I utterly destroyed, ravaged, laid waste, and listened to the lamentations of their women in that interview. (Oops, must be channeling the Governator-elect there).
It's a good sign when you find ALL kinds of bugs in the first interview in the test app they useRoberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-1065914515002845152003-10-11T16:19:00.000-07:002003-10-11T16:21:55.296-07:00So, let's review the bidding.
In the past several months I've managed to refinance my house, meet new people, raise my kid, quit my job out of frustration and inability to cope with workload and the lead involved.
Hmm, it seems I've been busy. Which explains (I suppose) my lack of interest in updating this. It took me a while to drive through the general dissatisfaction with my job to arrive atRoberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-887618122003-02-08T09:41:00.000-08:002003-02-08T09:41:47.790-08:00So I've been slacking yet again. Interestingly enough, I've had time for reflection, thinking "Hey, I should write this down in my 'blog'...and then just thought things through in my head, and the urge to 'blog has passed.
What's new?
- A couple o' dates with C-Ko. Things are progressing, nicely, if slowly. Which I like- I don't feel pressing need on either of our parts to obsess about the Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-876739042003-01-19T01:10:00.000-08:002003-01-19T01:10:58.980-08:00Well, I've been slacking, eh?
Guess there hasn't been too much to reflect on. Assloads of work at work, normal life with daughter back in school, occasional socialness.
Got to see my younger sister last week at my dad's house- he finally had us over for the first time in months for her birthday party. His wife's family has been in bad health and they've been dealing with it- he had to bail on Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-867635682002-12-31T13:59:00.000-08:002003-01-19T01:25:41.000-08:00Yes, it was fun going to Victoria.
But it made me sad in a way, as it reminded me a bit of Seattle 15 years ago, before downtown and Belltown became the provinces of rich single yuppies and there wasn't a Niketown, Cheesecake Factory or Barnes and Noble to be seen, and the apartment buildings didn't scream "Hey, I'm full of wealthy childless dot-commers!". (I've already ranted about the local Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-865254902002-12-25T14:18:00.000-08:002002-12-26T10:11:18.000-08:00Well, I TRIED to update my blog about 10 days ago about the grand time I had at my division's holiday party at Safeco Field.
And then Blogger and SQL ate my insightful post with a nearly unintelligible error message. Googling on it informed me that it was a disk space issue on the server. So the hell with that.
My holiday has been pretty fun- 2 weeks off of work (and only having to burn FOUR Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-856600742002-12-07T17:36:00.000-08:002002-12-07T17:36:21.493-08:00So...a whopping 22 hours without child. So I rocked out at the Merc last night, and spent the day today getting Rose's Christmas presents and various household chores.
So guess where Rose went within 20 minutes of coming back, when she got bored of hanging Christmas ornaments with me? My bedroom closet, where I had secured the presents (must be some 6th sense). Next time, they're staying in the Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-853267542002-12-01T02:20:00.000-08:002002-12-01T02:40:46.000-08:00Little to report- except my laptop is on the fritz, thanks to what I suspect is a loose screen connector. Grr. Time to wade through all my papers for the proof of pruchase. Or maybe I'll just email the place I bought it from and ask nicely for a copy of the shipping manifest. Then send it to Apple (better back everything up first).
Mental note- buy 3 year extended warranty for laptop before one Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-851912842002-11-27T18:47:00.000-08:002002-11-27T18:48:12.000-08:00Wow.
The ex took my daughter for the night. OF course, I have an assload of work to do to get ready for Thanksgiving, but I can actually pretend to be a single adult for a few hours. I've already gotten to drop in unnanounced on my ex-girlfriend so I can hang out before her date (where I am posting this), I'll go to Goth Coffee (adorned in my 'I'm a super dad, just ask Rosie" sweatshirt I'm sureRoberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-850447302002-11-25T00:02:00.000-08:002002-11-25T00:02:15.690-08:00Yet another weekend of things done with the small child- Aquarium, Pike Place Market and a Japanese restaurant, baking cookies, going to the playground and the library.
On the one hand, I occasionally get angstful about the fact that I can't do adult sorts of things- go out dancing or clubbing, go to cons, coffeeshops, etc. I pass up a lot that I'd like to do simply because there's little Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-847402012002-11-18T18:45:00.000-08:002002-11-18T18:45:38.840-08:00Well into X-Mas procurement mode. All is well. So much so that I shan't do much of an update.
OK, I'm wondering when I get a break from being daddy and a wage slave. Perhaps this weekend. But other than that, all is well.Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-846039432002-11-15T18:30:00.000-08:002002-11-15T18:30:51.533-08:00Well, my grandfather is back home. As am I- since a four year old who's in your care kind of limits you from doing things like Scorpio B-Day parties in bars, and adult activities.
Which means it's back to G-rated stuff for us. We should be able to do SOMETHING. Got makings for cake- she usually likes that. And maybe we'll do art projects, since the weather this weekend is rumored to be blustery Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-844061732002-11-11T23:11:00.000-08:002002-11-11T23:17:33.000-08:00The social worker at Providence said this about my grandfather:
"He's dying of a broken heart."
She's right, unfortunately.
The background is my grandfahter and his kids (my dad, aunt and uncle) don't get along. There's Sordid Family History, apparently, which has been hinted at but not explicitly detailed. OK. Then, around the time of my grandmother's death just over a year ago, my dad went Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-843738702002-11-11T10:50:00.000-08:002002-11-11T10:53:17.000-08:00Odd dreams this morning. Someone stole my laptop while I was in a coffeeshop, and I raced out after them, grabbed onto their car as the drove off, and began breaking open the window. Then my daughter woke me up.
Off to visit my grandfather- who'll be out of the hospital come Wednesday or Thursday, possibly with oxygen tanks. Hmm. It seems his pneumonia and COPD is getting more serious as we go Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-842852042002-11-09T11:07:00.000-08:002002-11-09T14:40:49.000-08:00Thank god I can delete what I wrote this morning...that was nicely cleared up. Now THAT was a satisfying exchange of ideas.
Huzzah for being open with feelings! And not fucking making public drama out of them!
Had fun clubbing last night with my friend from SF- even danced a bit. Yay! Soon it'll be time get get my daughter from her mom's. Might drop in and see my grandfather at Swedish/Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-841489702002-11-06T18:36:00.000-08:002002-11-09T12:27:58.000-08:00Am I going for a world record in dumbass assumptions thinking I know about other people's lives?
First I assume some things about my ex in a breakup letter and make an ass of myself- and she promptly posts it in her LiveJournal. Then I express irritation with my dad's distance to my mom and sister- how he doesn't call, doesn't send his braddaughter birthday presents, initiate activity. Turns outRoberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-840883182002-11-05T16:49:00.000-08:002002-11-05T16:49:32.540-08:00Still have a sick girl and a day off from work, which is sort of nice, but not as nice as I'd like it. And I'm lacking inspiration to put anything in here except boring insipid crap.Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-839967382002-11-04T01:48:00.000-08:002002-11-04T01:48:41.990-08:00Interesting day of challenges- the power was out from 8:30 on, went to my sister's to visit, and my girl was sick in the car coming home.
So now I have a car full of puke to clean out on Monday, and clocks to reset. Still had fun with the family. But I'm not sleeping like I should be right now...Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-839265962002-11-02T10:38:00.000-08:002002-11-02T10:38:30.910-08:00Off to take the small one to Illusionz (a local combo between a magic store and Chuck E. Cheese's) to meet other gothically inclined parents and their kids. Yay! Babysitting partners! Pictures will probably ensue, as long as I remember to get batteries.
Plus I got a refund from my apartment deposit AND my last cable bill. Life is good. Now, if only I could get the refund I'm supposed to get for Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-839033082002-11-01T19:05:00.000-08:002002-11-01T19:05:20.810-08:00On today's segment, Rob uses his journal to think some things through...
I said this:
>Did I mention people who complain about circumstances
>and don't do anything to change them get all over my
>nerves? As long as people TRY honestly to change things
>for the better, people have my utmost admiration and
>I'll gladly tolerate bitching, even if it doesn't work-
>hell, they are TRYING. But Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-838798592002-11-01T08:44:00.000-08:002002-11-01T08:44:47.790-08:00Yahoo. Had a great night's sleep. Now I can whine about my romantic life or something.
On second thought, I don't really want to whine about it either. I'm not terribly disappointed about not dating the ex-sweetie any more.Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-838598622002-10-31T20:57:00.000-08:002002-10-31T20:57:11.576-08:00Oh, god. It's 9 pm. And I'm home, and tired, and not migraine-filled, haveing taken my daughter for a night of trick or treating. And I might BE ABLE TO SLEEP A FULL NIGHT. Wheeeeeee!Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-838501692002-10-31T16:29:00.000-08:002002-10-31T16:33:50.000-08:00Tons of kids with buckets and candy swarming the halls in costumes, 'cause it's Halloween. But not mine. Why? Ex isn't giving me the costume until 7 pm. Even though she KNOWS Microsoft is a kick-ass place for a kid on Halloween. rrrrr.
Well, at least trick or treating near St. Joes/Stevens Elementary is fun too, if a LOT colder, especially tonight (temperatures' going down to 30 tonight, it's Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-838171402002-10-31T02:14:00.000-08:002002-10-31T02:14:29.220-08:00I dreamed of nuclear holocaust tonight, of bombs exploding all across the world, interspersed with stock footage of houses being blown to bits by shock waves. Then people started morphing into animated cartoon charactersn in my dream.
Oddly enough, it's a good sign, even if the dream was creepy enough to wake me up. I don't recall any REM sleep I've had for a while. Maybe I'll feel rested Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-837813662002-10-30T10:31:00.000-08:002002-10-30T10:32:10.000-08:00So much for sleep.
I apologized to the ex-sweetie via email about being a jackass about what I wrote to her Monday, she called at midnight, we spent an hour talking where the good news was we patched things up. The bad news was I was in tears at the end of it all, sad about causing hurt and being stupid. Couldn't sleep for a while after that.
So today I am even more tired, and just feeling Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-837507512002-10-29T19:29:00.000-08:002002-10-29T19:29:58.010-08:00So I'm going to try something different- felt like I was dragging at work, so took some caffeinated aspirin to avoid the postprandial nap I sometimes fall into when I'm THAT tired. With luck, this means I am asleep at 10 or so for a good night's sleep. Huzzah! We'll see if this, and having little or no activity to anticipate eagerly and with bated breath in my love life, will give me respite.Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-837277092002-10-29T10:27:00.000-08:002002-10-29T10:27:50.000-08:00Today's quotes for the day:
"If things can't go on the way they are, they won't."
"Insanity is the repetition of an act in hopes of a different outcome".
Rock on.Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-837079272002-10-29T00:31:00.000-08:002002-10-29T00:31:12.980-08:00Fuck. Migraine and insomnia too. Not my day, is it?Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-837060412002-10-28T23:13:00.000-08:002002-10-28T23:15:05.000-08:00So much for "little to report"...
My ex-sweetie sent an email breaking up with me about a half hour after I wrote this.
Odlly enough, I feel strangely relieved and serene about this. I was wondering if things were going south when I got told she didn't want to spend time with me in bed after the opera, and again on Saturday. Didn't get into it because when you start getting too introspective Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-836964582002-10-28T19:10:00.000-08:002002-10-28T19:11:21.000-08:00Very little to report tonight, so please excuse the lack of entertainment value here...
My lightbulbs have decided to commit suicide en masse, requiring a trip to the store. Perhaps they were depressed. I have to admit the fact that my plans for Halloween weekend include no adult time at this point don't exactly make me all that happy- I kind of blew my wad on my birthday, and as such have no Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-836446982002-10-27T20:38:00.000-08:002002-10-28T00:21:42.000-08:00So, not back due to popular demand, it's time for Rude Q&A, Part Deux:
Why should I care what the hell you ate last night? That potsticker and yakisoba stuff is SO much like everyone else's blissfully content-free, derivative and insipid LiveJournal.
Well, you shouldn't necessarily. I really am writing this as my journal- not necessarily for an audience.
Oh, and then I suppose it's just Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-835755412002-10-26T19:10:00.000-07:002002-10-27T00:59:36.000-07:00Turns out she wants to be alone instead of watching Discovery Channel. And post about wanting to be assfucked after irrationally driving off her lovers. -shrugs-
So, off to make yakisoba and pot stickers and to ponder the inscrutable, I suppose.Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-835604832002-10-26T10:42:00.000-07:002002-10-27T00:58:44.000-07:00So, went to Eugene Onegin last night. And found it to be a suitably gothic opera, with phrases as (loosely paraphrased):
"Habit is wonderful; it can replace happiness"
"Are you a demon sent here to tempt me?"
and, my favorite, the concluding phrase of the opera, sung by Eugene Onegin as his love leaves him slumped and rejected on the floor:
"Now I am left to my shame and misery."
Yes, gothic Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-835013092002-10-24T23:42:00.000-07:002002-10-24T23:42:18.973-07:00So here I am enjoying the last 30 minutes of my birthday by blogging. Whee. Laissez les bon temps roulez!
My birthday has definitely become more sedate by becoming older and Daddy. Though the fun part is getting to do birthday parties for my daughter. My parents didn't really do that beyond a certain age. Nothing like watching kids rush after candy dropping from a piñata or playing musical Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-834486732002-10-23T23:51:00.000-07:002002-10-24T23:32:23.000-07:00Hey, maybe I'll actually go to sleep by midnight tonight. That'd be a nice change. Just in time for my birthday. Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me... but no happy birthday dinner with my darling, just my girl. Probably do Red Robin or something.
Gack, I got into a political debate on SeaGoth regarding Israel and Palestine. Can't I just say the Yassir Arafat AND Ariel Sharon are both Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-833902722002-10-22T22:06:00.000-07:002002-10-22T22:06:44.486-07:00I have a friend from SF coming up to Seattle. Cool. Must show him the local dives. Pity the Frontier Room went upscale- it's now gone from being a dive to a yuppie hangout (retches). Maybe we'll hit the Comet, the Vogue and the Merc instead and mix divedom and gothdom.
First Ernie Steele's, then Andy's Cafe, then the Frontier Room. What's next, the Turf? Beth's Cafe? The Athenian? The Blue Moon?Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-833356452002-10-21T21:31:00.000-07:002002-10-22T23:14:28.000-07:00In bed, glass of wine, dark chocolate, fast Internet connection. Life COULD be better, but Sarah-Katherine would have to be here for it to be so.
Not much to write about today. Work, eat go home, post to Blogger, sleep. Lather, rinse, repeat. Hopefully some inspiration will come my way before I bore my audience to sleep. Oh, sorry, too late- I can hear the crickets already...Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-832860372002-10-20T23:49:00.000-07:002002-10-20T23:49:10.973-07:00More random disjointed crap from the weekend...
- So, I was out at the Merc last night prior to sleepover with my sweetie. Lots of skinny people there with brand new fetish gear. My sweetie commented "it's the bridge and tunnel crowd" (a comment applicable to NYC- applied here, it means our local suburb of Bellevue, I guess).
Of course, I live in Bellevue in a condo right now, thanks to there Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-832731202002-10-20T18:25:00.000-07:002002-10-20T18:25:32.283-07:00Well, my sweetie was in a mood to be held rather than a mood to be fucked. So no nookie for me. -shrug-
I am getting to explore the wonders of sleep dep, though, since I woke up innumberable times last night with arms or other body parts that had fallen asleep. So I never really reached deep sleep, which is as bad as not sleeping, really.
I did get everything done that I wanted to this weekend.Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-832013852002-10-18T21:34:00.000-07:002002-10-18T22:00:13.000-07:00Back home again. Turns out (according to my dad) that Grandpa told him to sell the ham radio over a year ago. I am so not shocked. Grandpa is gradually sliding into the same sort of lack of short term memory and dementia that Grandma had before her death. It's horrible and terrifying to see the bright lights of people who taught you so much, and that you admired and loved so fiercely, slowly Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-831813772002-10-18T11:59:00.000-07:002002-10-18T22:16:51.000-07:00Well, it was fun last night being with my dear one. Even though we did NOT eat any sushi. We spent all the time we could being close/fondling/ucking each other while knocking back some sake, but at least her refrigerator is stocked with sushi. And I came, again, and she didn't again. This is REALLY starting to bug me on an existential level- I can come any old time, but the best part of sex is Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-831416862002-10-17T16:44:00.000-07:002002-10-18T12:00:34.000-07:00Only a few short hours until I blow this popsicle stand and get to see my sweeite.
Heh. Shotglasses and beer bottles. Heh.Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-831259932002-10-17T10:27:00.000-07:002002-10-18T22:17:10.000-07:00Note to self: always debug your templates on Windows AND Mac machines. Especially since MacIE is a lot more tolerant of weird funky Javascript than Windows IE. Now my sweetie should be able to read my prose in all its glory...
Have to talk to my Dad soon about some stuff he is storing for my grandfather. I dread this and have avoided it for too long. They aren't on speaking terms, and Dad gets Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-831000392002-10-16T21:03:00.000-07:002002-10-17T15:40:04.000-07:00So, I added a comment field to my blog- click where it says Shout Out! Especially you, sweetie. I'd do it on yours, except I don't have a LJ account, which is why I'm here...
Made homemade pizza tonight. And fended off assholes from the phone company who
a: screwed up my address
b: sent me a bill threatening to cut off my phone to that wrong address that I only got today
c: made the due date Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-830672842002-10-16T09:13:00.000-07:002002-10-16T19:39:17.000-07:00OK, I work at Microsoft, and we have a bit of a tradition here called a Rude Q&A. Apparently, my sweetie has decided to publicize my blog to her audience, in some misbegotten idea that they'd actually be able to stay awake while reading what I post. So in that spirit and for my new audience, here's the Rude Q&A for Pseudogoth...
So, yesterday, you mentioned that your sweetie was funny and honestRoberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-830437542002-10-15T19:39:00.000-07:002002-10-16T21:09:22.000-07:00OK, so I'm posting again. Whee. Maybe this blogging thing will take off one of these days.
My sweetie once again added detail regarding our encounter this weekend.
It feels sort of odd to have my sex life discussed in public- even though it's her sex life, really. I guess this is better than wondering when the royalty checks from MTV will show up, or if Jerry Springer will be introducing the Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3857325.post-829556922002-10-14T01:06:00.000-07:002002-10-15T19:45:28.000-07:00Who is this madcap fellow, you might ask?
Well, he occasionally dresses up in and pretends he's a batcaver, he has a sweetie who has clued him into this online journal thing, and he's a nerd at a small software company in the Pacific Northwest.
So, prepare to be bored like you've never been bored before! Welcome to my world.Roberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14726633951867306607noreply@blogger.com