Snow on the streets of San Francisco -- I gotta admit... it's pretty cool.

It's so weird, but this transmission is coming to you from this new high tech leash I've gotten from work. It's going to take some getting used to, having the Internet at my hip any time I want/need it...

I keep linking people to this, mostly because I find it hysterical. Ian from MacHall linked it, but I had to pimp it more.

In other news, I'm still unemployed, I've bleached blonde streaks in my hair again, and I now apparently wear somewhere between a size 8 and 10, depending on brand and style (I used to wear a 12-14). The funny thing is, I still weigh the same... go figure...

*wanders off to get the contacts unstuck from her eyeballs...*

My nipples are hard. Why this condition ever developed in human anatomy evolution is totally beyond me. Just like how the small, independant, furry mammal that I keep in my apartment demands he gets to lie on top of me any time I choose to sit/sleep. No understanding of this whatsoever.

I am going to see MirrorMask in Berkely this weekend. Correction: Yuko and I. Why in god's name the first movie done primarily by the Jim Henson company in the spirit of Labrynth and Dark Crystal in the last 15 years is getting such a small initial release is beyond me. If anyone wants to join Yuko and myself there this saturday afternoon, drop me a line. I'll be sitting around in the Bearcade while Yuko attends a physics review. And after that we'll be catching the movie - so again, if you're up for it, let me know.

P.S. Please add the following word/phrase to your daily dictionary: Hobo Aftermath.
I believe this could be a very useful addition to the English langauge. Plus, it's fun to say.

Thank you Joss Whedon.

Who's the dominant head?

That's right. It's me.

I see Fox is continuing it's 'sudden death' mode... Seriously, you can't even give a show half a season any more? Next thing you know, they're going to cancel a 60 minute show 30 minutes into its first season... Of course, I didn't see the show at all, so I have no idea of its quality.

Eventually, none of us will be safe.

So Erin calls me to inform me that she has gotten me a 12-pack of Live Wire, which improves my mood greatly.

I tell this to Laura who sends me this link... Live Wire here to stay, which also improves my mood. So it only took them, what, three years to make it permanent? That'll do. Now to simply control my intake.

"Totally won that election" says angry justice... man, I do loves me The Onion.

Hell yeah! Kung Fu Panda! This story is interesting to me for several reasons. I like the idea of a CGI panda doing martial arts, I like the fact that Jack Black is doing the voice, I like the fact that it admits to being heavily influenced by Kung Fu Hustle, but most importantly, I love the fact that Dan Harmon and Rob Schrab wrote it. While these names mean nothing to most of you, they're the people responsible for Scud The Disposable Assassin and were members of the Dead Alewives.

Happy Birthday Christy.

My pirate name is:

Captain William Flint

Even though there's no legal rank on a pirate ship, everyone recognizes you're the one in charge. Like the rock flint, you're hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you're easily chipped, and sparky. Arr!

Get your own pirate name from fidius.org.

YAR mateys!

Finally... new Devious strip up...

My thoughts on gaming for Gamespot Take a read if you've got a few.

So it's been a pretty good week, minus the exhaustion. I've been sleeping a lot, and I've had interviews at Sony, had a recruiter at CNET take personal interest in me, and made a new friend, that honestly should have been an old friend. Turns out we have some friends in common from college days, and it's become the joy of meeting someone new who clicks well.

You should read her blog. ^_^

So, other than sleeping more than I should, it's been a lovely week. ^_^

Nintendo is made up of geniuses or madmen... I can't tell which any more...

Apple has replaced my ipod, thankfully. I am a little better.

In another bit of wonderful news, it's currently looking like my ipod is fubared.

Again, in bed before midnight. I wonder if it's a tumor. Or brain death.

I hate studies like these... Because you see, they know there's a problem and their solution is, "Oh, well, people should change their behaviour." Here's the inherent problem, one that the article fails to mention -- many people wear headphones to get away from noise. In essence, we're using one form of sound to replace another. I work in San Francisco. There's noise walking to and from work. I also ride a train to get into the city, another noisy environment. And yes, I have tinitus. I have for a long time. And, quite frankly, if I wore earplugs walking to and from work, I'd be in danger from a constantly shifting environment. I would have more trouble hearing cars approach and be in more danger of being hit by one. I think you can see that walking around with earplugs all day isn't a safe alternative. So, rather than standing around telling us how using headphones are bad, why don't scientists work on a way to help restore hearing, repair hair cells in the ear and attempt to cure what is rapidly becoming a common problem? Oh, of course... that would be using science to FIX things, not just point out that there's a problem. If we took money away from all of these damn "studies" and actually put it towards solving problems, this world would be a lot less fucked up.

I'm going to bed already? Feh. I must be dying...

So I think having my sleep schedule shattered just put me off. Wedding went off without any major hitches and our Miss Red is now Mrs. Caldon. I just got back to the house after another long car ride/drive, but all seems to be well enough, and there was soundscape music waiting for me when I got home, which is good.

We push on with life and the beat goes on. Who's next to get married, I wonder?

forty hours without sleep and then during a night of constant waking up in sweats, shivers and such horrible dreams I want to claw my eyes out, and so bad at one point i get up and sit in the bathroom because i'm afraid i'm going to throw up, and in the morning i wake up to people bitching about how i snore... yeah, so far i'm having a blast.

Okay, this would make a funny show. It would also piss people off, which is what good shows tend to do.

*shrug*

So the bags are packed, the car has a place to live over the next few days, I've put in a call to the cabin place to make sure we can check in early.

What am I forgetting?

That was weird...the ground just shook...weird...

Behold, the greatest news story of all time! I don't suppose anyone can verify whether this is true or not? It seems too awesome to be true:

F---ing!