i talked to tim today
January 29th, 2010
And by “Tim” I mean “Real Tim”
- Tim Wood: You are actually sort of like a bear
- Tim Wood: coming out of long periods of hibernation with a lumbering determination to munch on whatever happens to be around
- Tim Wood: being hairy
- Tim Wood: cuddly yet feared and respected
photo.nakedink
January 28th, 2010
it’s alive
Also hideous and incomplete. But it’s up. Comments, searching, tags, photostream. I’m going to try to get everything up and archived in a week. We’ll see how that goes.
I can live with it being a little haggard for awhile.
Related: Ericat is letting me borrow her S860 until I procure a replacement for the Rebel. It fits in my pocket and takes pictures as above. I am full of glee. Glee.
Unrelated: Someone buy this Fendi wallet. Its dust bag is just gathering dust.
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No Comments »my other package is in transit to parsippany, new jersey
January 26th, 2010
Para-related: M’s post about the banning of D&D by the WDC
2010 is the year WordPress takes an open source plunge.
The USPS is on my shit list. Long story short: they lost a package somewhere along the way, and no one is interested in helping me figure out what happened. I’ve spent the last two days on the phone with/being ignored by post office personel. Tomorrow: more of the same.
I might switch back to Songbird again. The newest release is fairly ballin. The memory imprint of Songbird is 7x that of iTunes with a 28k song library. Unacceptable!
As of yesterday, I’m using start.io again. Netvibes was too cumbersome, and I was using it workflow-wise the same way I use start.io – as an update notifier rather than an aggregator. You can finally enter feeds manually, and they have some slick new styles to try out. For anyone who reads articles on-site instead of in a feed reader, check it out.
Today was: getting paid / working.
Tonight is: Pushing Daisies near the casket factory.
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3 Comments »maybe in the way that oso de la fez is a familiar
January 25th, 2010
The Hourly Comic – Why aren’t you reading it?
Picked up a Merkur safety razor this weekend. Attacked my face with it. Lost a pint of blood. Made Erica fix my skin with vitamin e. Once my skin isn’t on fire anymore, I’ll head back in for round two. It’s kind of nice to have a smooth face for once.
At least I know I’m not at too much of a disadvantage:
- fordmadoxfraud: yeah, I don’t think dead dad is much of a hindrance
- fordmadoxfraud: when it comes to shaving
threebyfive is going through a bit of a design overhaul. Baby step by baby step. I also have a whole new slew of people to figure out how to “draw” now that I’m 3×5ing in Crooklyn. It’ll be a triumph since I can barely draw myself consistently.
Quasirelated:
Given the last two QC strips, I feel more and more like I’m dating Hanners. #dreamcometrue
This weekend, for no particular reason, felt good.
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2 Comments »i got no time for frontin’ / i know just what i’m wantin’
January 21st, 2010
I have a Gene Wolfe comic for M.
I lost it for two bits on the R train this morning. It caught me off guard for a few reasons.
First, I almost always have a fair amount of warning before anything gets debilitating.
Second, it was one of the few times my emotions got mixed up along the way. I get overwhelmed sometimes, which makes me anxious, but very rarely am I affected emotionally by default. Things like this, minor as this morning was, make me more uncomfortable than any amount of guys in suits. If I can keep a handle on my emotions, I can wade through anything perceptive. I already have no “control” over what I perceive (the same as everyone else), so being divergent in that way doesn’t bother me. Having my emotions fucked with though, not okay. I got oversensitive with Erica’s usual playfulness (which I usually love) before I realized what was going on. Bah.
Finally, I’ve been remarkably sane for the past few months, relatively speaking anyway. No suit guy. No phantom conversations. Compared to last year, it’s almost like being a real human being again. The funny thing is I’m so used to concrete fictional perceptions that I prefer them to anxiety or any sort of emotional swing most people just deal with. It’s a tradeoff, I guess.
It’s actually kind of a tiresome and boring tradeoff.
Anyway, as a result of my not wanting to get off at 9th to navigate an overwhelming noisehaze alone, I stayed and transferred with Ericat to the 2/5, hopping off at Church Ave to ride home. I tend to forget how much I prefer a busy urban(ish) ride to my late night excursions down FHP. When I think about navigating Flatbush traffic on a bike, it seems like a nightmare, but once I’m on the road, it’s all mashing between cars as fast as I can with a huge smile on my face.
Also, I found a bunch of comics in front of BofA the other day. That was tight.
She blamed it on the ahahahalcohol.
No Comments »i was skeptical of the fma reboot
January 20th, 2010
Until now.
The first… fourteen(?) episodes of Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood basically play catchup through the original series until it diverged from the manga in a big way. Since I watched FMA the first time around, I don’t feel like I missed much. Bones/Irie/Ōnogi seem to assume that the viewers have either burned through the original series, the manga, or both already – but it harshes on a lot of key moments from the first series, not to mention character development (e.g. the whole Sewing Life Alchemist arc is rushed, and it’s not as crushing when [redacted] is [redacted] by [redacted]).
They don’t even do the whole Black Hayate intro bit!
Also, the themes are 100% second class this time around.
Also, caramelldansen.
Otherwise, it’s worthwhile so far (in the middle of watching episode 21 as I write this). Hopefully, I’ll get drawn into the new arc and let go of what’s missing. Shit, the show could probably just keep me interested because I love Alphonse so much (see also: Conqueror of Shamballa).
Maybe both series will get into the queue at some point after Wonderfalls, Firefly, Pushing Daisies, and Dr. Who. Then Ericat will have something to talk to the ninja about.
READY STEADY GO
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cherry juice
January 17th, 2010
Crispin, at the edge of a bed. Trying to relax, he grips the ebony frame and releases. He can’t sleep. The physiology may be different, but the words mean the same thing to him. Simone rests easily, twisting herself into their perfect, white sheets. He looks over his shoulder at her, just checking: still beautiful, still alien. She was closer to him now than she had been that night. Less otherworldly. Less. Something.
He stops. His feet relax into the gravel. The buses below are only whispers up here. The Verrazano, far off, glitters. Below him somewhere, the hands of a great clock are still.
She sleeps on. She breathes. She sighs and tenses her face at thoughts behind the dark of her shut eyes. He touches her hair and she softens.
He squeezes her hand and stands up. Manhattan, completely dark. Nothing moves.
Crispin walks across the roof. 15 seconds.
It will take 15 seconds for him to regain consciousness. He closes his eyes and takes a step into the open air. The gravel stirs and Simone turns away in her sleep, startled but not even half awake.
“Where are you going, baby?”
“Nowhere.”
Simone started to rustle the sheets as the roof brightened.
Crispin touched her shoulder and she shuddered.
“It’s just the sun. Go back to sleep for a bit; we’re okay.”
No Comments »stupid little notes not pictured here
January 15th, 2010
Seriously. I feel like I’m in seventh grade or some shit.
Ugh deja vu attack. Shit only hits me when I feel like everything is perfect or noticeably not.
Or today: both?
Which might be clear from how fucking manic it’s about to get in this bitch.
February is going to kick the shit out of January. No doubt. I’m making the call two weeks early. It’s going to be a big purchase month, though. Spending fliff like a sultan.
Not even countin’ it.
In concert with catching up with a few people today, I realized that I’ve got the best thing ever, and I wouldn’t trade her for an entire sack of nickels. An entire fucking sack.
She made me watch Crooklyn under threat of a breakup and she’s going to be totally flustered when she reads this and be all “what is wrong with you? shutupshutupshutup”. Come on.
So good.
Anyway. No one tell her I said that, or she’ll be all “ihateyouihateyouughhhhh”.
Did I really just do that? I promise I won’t subject you to it again.
It’s like reading Jocelyn’s twitter.
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3 Comments »only half of the fame is amazing [comics]
January 12th, 2010
But that half is “empathize right on your behind” amazing.
The one thing I actually enjoy about being so disorganized as of late is that when I remember to catch up on comics, there are x multiplier as many to read. Except for Warren Ellis’ FreakAngels, which everyone should be reading and takes frequent holidays.
At some point John Campbell addressed my funk.
Today, I go round and round with my scanner before writing up some scripts before starting a redesign on theebyfive.
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