March 6th thru the 12th, 2005Previous Week | Archive Index | Current Blog | Next Week Things When I don't update the blog on-the-fly, but do it a few days later, everything gets lumped together and there's little non-what-I-did writing. Sorry. Things are getting busier and busier. Blame the person who got me going back to the gym again, which broke me from my video-gaming and respurred my interest in attempting to obtain an actual life.
Monday March 7th, 2005, My Brother's Birthday Happy Birthday Dude!Its my dad's fault, but we tend to call each other "dude" in my nuclear. Not my mom. She's "mom." Which is good and solid. Poor lady raised three kids, two she birthed and one she married, so she gets to carry the unique. But any. We say dude and so to my bro I say dude. Happy B, D. hope 31 treats you better than it treated me. And that's true whether mine was bad or great, cause better is better. Or are you 32? Damn.
Too Much Dave Matthews
The Smell of the Sound
Check Out This Cool Thing
NOW What Do I Do?
Bowling Tuesday March 8th, 2005, International Women's Day Thanks ButtercupThe dates for the blog now read MARCH like they should, thanks to a good friend who pointed out their incorrect Februariness. I do all of the "coding" by hand for the blog, and as such I use some saved bits for the daily entry borders and headers so that I don't have to type them all out over and over again. I'm supposed to update that each month, but I forgot this time. C'est la vie, as the damn French say.
Slow Day So Far
Photoshop Vanity
Con Calls Coffee Cowboys Cranberry The Rest of the Rose I woke up and watched this "palimpsest" of Umberto Eco's novel. I've been photoshopping all morning, otherwise. And I am hungry. Wish me luck. Food is Good For You  I was craving pastrami and horseradish like a mad fiend, so I went to The Ram in the U-Village. Damn-and-a-half that was good. Then I went into the Applestore
next door and made efforts towards constructing a robust music library. I'll talk about that more
tomorrow. I did some work, then went on over to Broadway to join my buddy for some work-out sweatings.
Then home and then back downtown to pick up Chelafina, to go to Serafina where we met Belafina and Delafina. We particpated in
Seattles "25 for 25" thing-- I
had the trout, which was GOOD, but the pork that others had was REALLY REALLY good. It was so good, I want
to go back. Soon. But I need a date. Then I came back home and consolidated.
I Swoon You Swoon We All Swoon for iTunes  It's
been a while since I paid attention to my music collection but now I am really getting back into it. I
made the switch to iTunes, which has been fun. I finally
after many agonizing hours have gotten all of my mp3s off the old Archos Jukebox and onto the Mac
Mini (Apple doesn't like Archos USB drivers very much, it seems). At present I have 2253 songs,
representing about 4.7 days of continuous music at 6.5 GB of memory. A rather modest collection, actually.
And several hundred of those files are short-ish clips from Space Ghost Coast to Coast and Sifl & Olly. I have decided, after much debate, to rip my stand-up
comedy CDs, but I may not move them onto the i-Pod if they take
up too much room. After that, there's the question of the classical music I have... and only THEN will I
begin to peruse the iTunes store... 99¢ per song is attractive. I've been listening to Yahoo's Launchcast radio
and have, so far, picked out 3 songs I like... One by Anna
Nalick, one by Seether (with Amy Lee from Evanescence) and one by Green
Day.
A Veritable Cornucopia of Ethnic Victuals
Yeah, I know, I am no fan of lyrics but some of you bukkheadians are, so there ya go. I formatted them to look less like lyrics and more like poem, since if you haven't heard it yet you don't know how she reads it (not at ALL like I have punctuated, by the way).
And Then I Ate Food Um... What's to say. Took some people to the airport at 5 AM. Was supposed to go to the gym after that but ended up working instead. That SHOULD be done for now. For NOW. I could go to the gym NOW, but I don't know. Maybe I will, maybe I will not. I am capricious like that. God, I haven't used that word in years. For good reason. SUDDEN MAD CRAVING FOR FRITOS! Be right back... Oh man, crunch crunch these things crunchity crunch are so crunch and half, crunch and three quarters so darn full on crunch TASTY. Now I need a Pepsi Product.
Keannue Reeves is the Greatest Actor of All Time
Enter Rachel Weisz, portraying doe-eyed psychic-turned-cop Angela. When her twin sister (also played, brilliantly, by Weisz) commits suicide, Catholicism is shaken to its very foundation, and it's up to John Constantine, a bucket of water, and a green-eyed cat, to save the very human ity that created such an actor as Reeves the from the degradations of the war between Heaven and Hell. What Nero did for togas, Jesus did for sandals-and-robes, and Gandhi did for that thing he wore with the wrapping, Reeves does for the classic white dress shirt and disheveled black jacket. Surely wardrobe itself will earn this year's Oscar. And out of these clothes like a baby from between it's mother's sweating thighs, Keanu's stage work emerges covered in the embryonic jelly of character development. Dressed but nevertheless naked, Reeve's manages to juxtapose that arrogant sneer of a Matrix Neo with the childlike innocence of a Point Break Johnny Utah. This is THE must-see-film of all must-see-films. If you do not go, right now, to the discount theaters, and watch this movie, you will surely be soon possessed by a demon, so obviously weak is your sole and culpable your flesh to damnation. And no Constantine will save you. And then you will die, and you will be cast into Lucifer's lake of fire, and I, with Keanu, in Heaven, will not laugh at your fate, for in Heaven there is no schadenfreude; there is only good film work.
Dancing, Glancing, Romancing Saturday March 12th, 2005, The ANT's and Modelesque's Birthdays You Can Always Tell......when I update the blog first thing in the morning because there's always some brief lame entry for the current day. Viva La Musique Spent a goodly chunk of the almighty day swapping music files with Crunchypants. (Why do I, much of the time, call people ~something~pants? Dunno. And no, she doesn't actually have crunchy pants. I just like the word "crunchy.) Got some good stuff. That Seether single featuring Amy Lee. Finger Eleven and Thrice. Also some try-outs like Allister and The Chemical Brothers. Oh, and we had Krispy Kreme donuts, which was fantastic.
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So, Sunday. Woke up and puttered. Went to Dim Sum at 
First week of the new season. I did not do so hot. I need to
practice, that's all there is to it. We bowled against the team of all-scratch bowlers, each of whom
bowled at least one 250+. We bowled next to the team with the cute girl on it, but her Scandanavian was
coming out, making her look too much like another Scandanavian of whom I have bitter memories. Next time,
beer shall help. After bowling I and a dude DDR'd and it was sweaty. Then I went home, watched Netflixxed
Mr. Show, talked on the telephone, and slept like a roc, which is a giant mythical bird, and in my version
of the myth, they tend to sleep on couches.
Easy. Start with a head shot. copy the layer, desaturate.
Copy that layer, invert, set to "color dodge," add a filter: "gaussian blue" until you start to see lines.
Take paintbrush, draw over lines. That's done. Blur the heck out out of the original picture. Use the
eyedropper to pick up colors for whatever parts you want. Use a fat brush to make a slip-shod fill. For
stubble, use a seperate layer, set to "dissolve," pull the opacity way back. Use a gradiant overlay set to
"hard light" with the opacity pulled back for a hint of shading. Whole process takes about 10 minutes
tops. When I am damned famous, this can be put on t-shirts.
Went and
saw Constantine with Gela at Pacific Place after lunch a 
