March 14th thru the 20th, 2004

You know what. All they do in boy bands is dance. They don't sing, they just lip-synch. The don't play any of the music. The don't write it. Just dancing. And thanks to DDR, I can now dance. So, why not. I'm starting a boy band.
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Ate bangers and mash, cupcakes, ice-cream, Smirnoff twisters, Pims. Watched Mr. and Mrs. Iyer and Cuckoo. Both fine films, both in languages not my own. The former is set in India, and was an excellent juxtapostion of humankind's graceful benevolence and savage depravity. The latter was set in the Lapplands, and claimed that the language of war, tragically, supercedes spoken language, but basic human decency will persevere. How's that for nutshelling? I shoulda beena Tchaikovsky ballet.

I've told some people this already, but here's what I think would complete my life. I want a woman, a beautiful one of course, to come to my house nightly, between 10 and 11. She would say "time for bed," and we would go to bed. No snuggling needed, nor sex, as such. Around 6 the next days she wakes, asks me to make coffee while she's in the shower, and once she's dressed, off she goes. This is just fantasy, really, and I am not saying I would rather have that than have a girlfriend. I'm just saying, someone to stabilize those 8 hours of my life would surely be a boon.

Abrir los brazos como se abren los ojos, 1954 Roberto Matta (1911-2002). click on image for larger view.

On an entirely different note (and let me apologize in advance for the odd graphics populated this portion of the blog. As I write these words, I don't know what those graphics are, because I write first and then add pictures later, but I know this blog is plain without images and yes I have no idea how to decorate mini-dissertations on platonic slumber and the nature of crushes, which I am about to relate) many of you have heard me suggest that I do not believe in cause and effect. Oh, sure, I recognize the incredible string of coincidences that suggest consequence, but on a philosophical level I have a hard time recognizing the veracity of free will of pure cause and effect exists. Anyway, all that means is I find it easy enough to negotiate the nuances meaningfulness as it pertains to seemingly unjuxtapositionable phenomena separated by so-called "time." In other words, I can claim two things separated by the span of years are nevertheless connected. How? Perhaps human memory is the only reality, for the matrix of patterns which are how memories are constructed are so overlapped with similar parts that we are able to claim there is a reason an apple is red, a fire engine is red, and therefore the Garden of Eden was just Adam and Eve rescuing God from up a tree like a poor kitten. (Parse THAT one, geniuses).

Hydrant02, 2000 Jason Edwards (1971-). click on image for larger view.

Blah blah blah. Here's the thing. I tend to fall for impossible women. Indeed, some have said that my falling for a woman MAKES her impossible (cause and effect? No, but this is a blog, not a treatise, so I won't spend the several pages needed to explain how). But I have decided that, someday in the future, I am going to very much appreciate, be thankful for, reap the bounty of, verily, take serious-ass advantage of the fact that I kept wanting women I could never have. And note that I said it was a decision, not a conclusion, for this is an act of will.

The rest of the day (writing this in advance, mind): DDR, work, Terry Pratchett, Hofstadter, bowling.

Got UT2K4. Its pretty sweet. There's the new play mode, Onslaught, which makes the team-based thing more goal-oriented, and Assault is back, along with Bombing Run, Double Domination, Capture the Flag, Invasion, Mutant, and Last Man Standing. There's a whole slew of new maps, plus some of the old favorites. Onslaught mode features a mess of vehicles, which adds a whole new dimension. I like the stats screen that comes up after every match, and the addition of prize purses with bonuses for remarkable feats (like surviving a match without being fragged, etc). And when they start publishing third-party mods, things will really go into overdrive.

I've started on novice, of course, and have been dominating the single-player thing. My plan is to play up through several increasingly difficult levels of 'bot expertise, then take my skills to the net and have my ass handed to me in megafrags. My favorite mode of play is "instagib" which means one-shot kills. The screenshot is me and 20 of my 'bot friends racking up kills at a rate of about 1 every 2 seconds.

Besides THAT, I had lunch at the HiSpot Cafe in Madrona (a BLT)) bought some drumsticks at the Starving Musician for the Drum Mania game, played some Pit Droids just because I like the music so much, worked, went to the coffee thing at SBC, and had dinner with they at Rosita's. Oh, and I slept on the office floor. I am not sure why. That's two nights in a row.

Also: Happy Birthday Gorgeous! I won't use her real name, but rest assured, she is gorgeous. She's one of those girls who would never ever ever admit to it, and I do wonder if she even believes it at all herself, but look you here, it's ME who's the judge, and I judge her babe-a-tomic. 'Nuff said.

And congrats go out to Libifier, who past her exam. No, you don't get more details than that, cause that would give away who it is. But congrats to her.

Bowled. Need to break my slump. There's only two weeks of league left, and we might actually win! I think I said that last time too, but what-e. New league doesn't start until early May... should practice in the in between, or let it slide so my average stays low?

Went with Filibier to Wizards of the Coast (still open! Trying to sell everything off) to buy a game that she wanted, and then we did the grocery thing at Albertson's. Used the self-check thing. Thanks to the Albertson's Preferred Saver's Card, I saved 17 bucks on my total-- 20% of my bill! Sweet.

Got home and played Drum Mania for a spell. I am getting almost okay at it.

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Just so y'all know: no updates till Monday, probably. So, until then, look for Melissobotos. It's a Greek word meaning "to be fed on by bees."