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2005.06.16
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Whoever keeps calling me at work...

... between 650pm and 710pm every. Fucking. Day. :

Fucking stop already.

I know you're well-intentioned and that's fine and all but I've got this thing that ATE MY BALLS and I'm not stopping until it's done. Which is what the person doing the calling is forcing me to do every time they call. It's not good. It's like your girlfriend's husband breaking into the bedroom about four seconds before you climax.

Business hours are 9am to 5pm Monday through Friday. If it's not work related or an emergency, or I haven't told you to call me within the past week: don't.


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2005.02.09
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Techno Holocaust (in progress)

One machine I still need to assign to a new owner of my own choosing.

ONE.

Over the last few years, I've given away a 7300, an 8500, a 7600, a 9500/120, a 9500/200, a g3/266, a powerbook 170, a powerbook 520, an NCR laptop, a Quadra 650, a 7200, a 7100/80, a 7100 (maxed out), an 8100, a 6400, a 4400, two Centris 650s, a centris 610, a quadra 610, a "fat mac", a couple of 128ks, a //ci (kept the monitor), a scanner, two wacom tablets, a USB cd burner, some RAM, power cables, ethernet cables, and all kinds of other little odds and ends.

I've never been compensated. I don't expect compensation from the kind of people who consider a 7300 with 168 megs of ram and a frayed and battered ADB wacom tablet to be a Graphics Processing Godsend. Neither can the kind of people who are connecting using a swiped uni dialup at 14400. They get photoshop and internet, I get floor space.

In one case, they got photoshop, and a migraine when I not only resisted their attempt to suck me into a lifetime of Big {Catholic|Jewish} Guilt styled "tech support". Learning is so hard.... and trying to move me around like a chess piece is quite a bit harder- I'm one of those "ask him nicely and give him something in return for his time" kind of guys. It works. Nag and whine at me like a three year old and it's more convenient to lose your phone number than it is to give you the satisfaction. I'm the only nagger in my monkeysphere, and I don't like competition. I'm ranting.

There's one useable piece of gear left, which will be replacing a dead field machine. Reassign a monitor at some point, THROW OUT THE BASEMENT (excepting the prototypes), and I'm finally free and clear. The rest of it I either need Just In Case (the 9600 for its serial ports and SCSI), because I can't bear to part with it (SGI, wgs95*), or because i've pressed it into use as furniture.

Over the next few months, I intend to strip my gear down to only the hardware that I use - two G4s, a beige g3 (linux), and my powerbook. And the 9600 for occasional shits and giggles.

The rest of it can go. To the dumpster if an owner doesn't manifest in a timely and convenient fashion.

* Working A/UX install. I'm so fucking cool it hurts.


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2004.12.24
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Barnes & Nobel Sucks


Strike One : October : No copies of Pattern Recognition. Anywhere in Pittsburgh. The one in central Philly didn't have it either. Do note that this is the most recent Gibson.

Strike Two : November : No copies of The Confusion. Anywhere in Pittsburgh. Quicksilver in paperback, System of the World in hardback, but not the middle. Do note that this (and System) is the most recent Stephenson.

Strike Three : December 24th : Holiday Hours! 9am - 6pm! Not mentioned on the web site! Usually closes somewhere between seven and nine! No Dark Tower V for me!

I <3 Amazon.

So irritated by B & N being closed, the whining beggar outside the Rite Aid and the ancient shebeastthing screaming "God damn you to hell!" at incoming traffic that I walked back to work instead of waiting for the bus. Brisk, baby. Brisk.


Perpetual Headsludge

Alarm blammed off at 730 this morning, bringing an instant end to what was, at most, three and a half hours of sleep. Maybe four, if I'm lucky. An extended blink, not nearly enough to feel rested. Tired. Can't seem to jump my brain into wakefulness- redid the first three pages of ATC chapter zero for the fifth time and am completely stalled on getting the pencils for the next page started.

IRC is completely dead. So's pretty much everything else- it's a staff holiday, so the only people in the building are me and security. And patrons. I want a nap- I feel pretty much exactly like I did yesterday. Which is to say, not exactly awake. Far from it.


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2004.12.01
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Job Satisfaction

Bullshit really should be the catchall for blood-sugar related anxiety attacks. I need something other than work to freak out about.


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2004.11.09
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Right on the nose.

Though shit started to slide in this town as early as 1997, according to some reports.

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2004.11.08
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30k Frags, Obfuscated

OpenGL on OS X has been like this for awhile. That's a Quake III Arena screen dump, right there- dumped from the application itself, as opposed to using the system screen-grabber. BZFlag and a few other apps have the same problem. Dunno if it's multihead wonkiness or what, but it's lame, dammit.

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2004.10.19
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Pattern Recognition

Wednesday : Normal. I guess, anyway.
Thursday : Normal.
Friday : Normal. Go drinking at the Upstage. At the Upstage from 9-2. Ingest between four and five drinks. Eat when I get home, pass out.
Saturday : Kind of meh. Go drinking at the Upstage. At the Upstage from 9-2. Ingest between four and five drinks. Eat when I get home, pass out.
Sunday : Life is fine until I stand up. Rest of the day consists of foul mood, looking for babies to bite the heads off of. Bitchy and snappish. Laundry.
Monday : Like Sunday only (if possible) more so. Head full of acid.
Tuesday : Acid levels drop to acceptable tolerances at some point during the day, normal operations resume.

Conclusion : Two nights of drinking gets four (total) days of hangover.

Total cost including admission and food (rounding up) : 55$/day (110$/week or 220$/pay)

Note : This pattern has been in place more or less since I quit smoking. I've been a regular at goth night since my ID got fixed back in the spring- I can stand the fucking music and there's only two or three frat boys, which is as good as it gets at a pittsburgh club night. I've yet to meet anyone I haven't known from elsewhere who's there the next week.

Observation : A bottle of vodka and some mixers (black cherry soda- tasty!) runs in under 30$ and will be good for a week at least.

Observation : I'm inflicting an inordinate amount of pain on myself with no payoff to speak of. I'm not getting laid. I'm not meeting people. However, that's ten hours a week I'm not at home, not at work, and not waiting for a bus.

Is it worth it?

Well.... progressively less so.


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2004.10.14
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ARGH

and GAH and NRRRRGH and other similar noises one makes when frustrated.

Not only am I massively unmotivated, I have no energy to speak of. It's not the pensive kind of boredom that leads to pr0n, it's the wall of mindsucking blah that implies a thick block between cognitive processing and the exterior self, with Awareness left out in the cold.

Fuck, this week I've played Doom 3, installed software, and jacked off on photoshop for an hour. I wanted to get some work done on ATC, but, uh.... yeah. That's happened, hasn't it?

On top of the suck, I'm having serious short term memory problems. Ram register capacity something to the order of one, maybe two objects instead of the usual seven or eight, and this includes things like home row positioning, audio filtering, and my whole reason for bringing up whatever application I just launched.

Sleeping like shit, too. Haven't been to bed earlier than 4:30am a single day this week, and I haven't slept more than six hours at a stretch, tops.

Temporary, in theory- though the memory issues have been on deck since I've quite smoking and a good amount of my aberrant behaviour the past two weeks or so has been of the sort that magnets of the same polarity evince when placed too close to each other. If the result wasn't a blank fog of nothing that just sits in front of a screen and occasionally types something, it might be fairly entertaining.

As it stands, I feel more unplugged than usual, and it's annoying.

[ originally posted in my DA account. ]


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2004.10.11
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We Care A Lot

Wow, mercury's been bitchier than usual lately.

I think part of that has to do with blood sugar issues, and that bit with the coldfluwhatever a couple of weeks ago. I'm happy the snot snorkeling stopped- two weeks of gurgling snort-bubbles every time I breathed through my nose was starting to get old.

So, that cleared up. Still having problems sleeping, which isn't all that awesome, but not unexpected. Should straighten out when we go back on to Standard Time at the end of the month. I've never been into that shit- my 11 AM is currently your noon, and has been since the spring. We'll be on the same page in a couple of weeks.

Periodic earraches- nothing as nasty as the one I had in late '99, but annoying nevertheless.

Nightmares- weird ones. I've been dosing with Nyquil to actually knock my ass out around four in the morning- if left to my own devices, I wouldn't be passing out until six or seven, I imagine. Quite simply, I'm Not Tired. Trying to sleep when I'm Not Tired makes a bout of sugar shock assholism look positively tame. I'm old enough to know better, and too cheap to bother with the medical profession, so it's a NyQuil Knockout and leadsludge headmeats for a few hours in the morning.

Damned weekends.

On the upside, found out that the girl who was humping my leg and making my life hell with non-stop {attempted} sexual assault throughout the winter and spring was given a firm talking-to by a couple of friends of mine awhile back, which explains why she's cooled off. Best news I've heard in weeks- I can't thank them enough.

The other good news is that Smith picked up Doom3 for cheap at the Record Exchange, and it's now installed on work hardware for group enjoyment- which means I don't have to wait for the Mac version. :D


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2004.09.25
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Stiff Neck.

Otherwise, Fine. Despite spending most of the night playing quake while my coworker's workstation copied itself to an external drive. Minus a few corrupt files that were making life hell for everyone on the box. Maxtor drive, and it'll probably need replaced, meaning we've had problems with both G5s within their first year of operation.

in other news, bda has better entry titles than I do.

He's also a lot more to the point.

With this subject, I've realized that's important.


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2004.09.24
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Fuzz

Dayquil++

Consumed an entire gallon of Sunny D last night with no heartburn or bleah. Bed at two, woke briefly at three and was up for about fifteen minutes around nine. Three hour blink, shower, Dayquil. Break for downtown. Brought the bottle with me. Can't really see the point of going through work all bleagh and stuff when I can just nuke it on the spot. Comfortably fuzzy and numb- nothing in the way of The Hate today. Fever broke on the 61c, leaving me all warm and cold sweaty for a half hour or so.

Cashed my paycheck at the check cashing place and got two money orders- one to cover September's rent (late), and one to cover October's (early). Which means I live off of what's in the bank for two weeks and pay bills with the next paycheck. There's actually enough in the bank to pay a couple of bills this month and get to the next paycheck, which proves there's a first time for everything.

Mister Discman made the bus ride into and out of downtown quite pleasant, though being bombed out of my gourd on NyQuil is certainly contributing to the overall sense of wellbeing.


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2004.09.20
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I need to ___________ this week.

This entry was made 2004-09-20 21:01:26 and was future-dated for 2004-09-25 21:01:26, on 2004-09-20, only to be changed back to the 20th on the 22nd. kthks. Obvious reasons.

[ ] Pay Rent. (thanks to a malformed decision to deposite my paycheck and it taking all of six chronological days to clear, I've missed my mental window and keep forgetting about it.)
[ ] Pay Bills. (ditto, but not so much. I'm so not into keeping track of this shit that it gets dropped out of memory the second I can squeeze it out with something else, like remembering what color green means on stop lights.)
[ ] See HR about direct deposit of paycheck. (see bills)
[ ] Get back on ATC.
[-] Stay sober. :P | 09.23 | Found out the cider at an Equinox feast was slugged with Rum, so I've failed this one on a technicality.
[x] Clean my room. :P | 09.22 | Made some headway. Need furniture and storage containers, etc. to actually put a proper dent in the mess.

# All of this in addition to the usual workweek BULLSHIT plus feeliing like Complete Ass in addition to everything else.
# Whoo. Yeah.
# The To Do List strikes back.


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2004.09.19
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419. Descent.

Descent being the Godflesh track kicking up on entry.

Walked the Brimingham. Picked up a Euclidian bit of wood on the outset and played the bridge Live as PPAC for a bit. The Chant And Polyphany of The Decay. Pittsburgh rots around me and few notice. Salty. Pitched the instrument into the Monongahela when the set was complete. A distant sploop, and gone. Nothing. Quiet.

Def Leppard stuck in my head. Photograph, specifically. Roommate is damaged, awake, recovering. I'm going to be VERY hung over tomorrow.... nowhere near where I NEED to be outside of the mindset. Location is off. We'll see how come the workweek. Currently, there's an affinity for hard industrial crunch with a weakness for 80s glam and nobody to share it with.

You'll have that.

Spinning, listing, leaning- rather literally- to the right. Still in pants, about to rip the boots off, the jeans off, the eh off. Relax and pass out and fuck responsibilities, you only live "once", right?

Yeah. That's what I thought you'd say.


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2004.09.15
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Jack Daniels and pancakes.

Whee. Went out, sat on a barstool, and got the layouts for the next scene done last night. Also had a few drinks. Earlyish, which turned out to be a bit of a bonus, as I ate afterwards and spent several hours abusing broadband afterwards. Woke up feeling a hell of a lot more human than I have in days.

Started preliminary configuration of gridlock's web bits. Made SuExec Go, I think, and .htaccess'ed a couple of Critical directories. Eric turned on port forwarding, though the box ftp is routing to is being a whiny little bitch. This is kind of annoying, but not really- xeno will just have to use an sftp-capable client to Do Stuff. :P

Ran into Pete Moon. Turns out he didn't get pulled for Iraq due to a technicality, though he's on deck for Afghanistan. He's actually kind of excited about this- Pete would have shipped to Iraq with a bunch of sucks, but the Afghanistan post is with Special Forces.

I mean, really. Who would you rather have watching your ass while you fix tanks? Some redneck named Cletus, or the Punisher?


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2004.09.14
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Well, this is handy.

Pismo had a full charge when I left work last night. It's been in my backpack since. I get to work, I plug the powerbook in and turn it on.... it boots and immediatly goes to sleep. Refuses to wake up, so I pull the battery. Still plugged in. Doesn't come back up. Pull the plug, do a hard reset, plug it back in with the battery still pulled. Doesn't come back up.

:|

(later)

Well, ten minutes of sitting there doing nothing seems to have done the trick. Doesn't help that I can't hear the power-on bing! over work area noise. Or my coworker trying to talk to me over work area noise. Or my headphones over work area noise. Or myself think over work area noise.

Feeling almost human after The Death Hangover. Still short attention span, still audio-sensitive.

The powerbook battery is, however, completely dead. No bones about it. It's gone from holding a ten minute charge for eighteen hours to dying in its sleep in less than twelve over the course of a month.

Awesome.


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2004.09.10
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The Factor Infinite And Annoying Strikes Back

Up until four trying to get services together. At some point man disappeared and ifup/ifdown stopped working, with ifconfig gone after a reboot. Did an extremely minimal reinstall and ^c'ed out of the setup script that runs on first boot. Gave root a password and intalled only the shit that the system needs. Everying's on, everything I know how to configure works. Everything I don't.... doesn't. Hopefully Eric or Bryan will be able to look at it at some point in the next 36 hours.

On the upside, I don't have to worry about crap like dialing in to the modem bank anymore.

Hopefully routing and everything else will be Done at some point tonight or tomorrow, and I can start enjoying this whole broadband thing. In the meantime, I have a serious coffee hangover and feel like ass. Whee.


The Factor Infinite And Annoying

Unconfigured linux makes my eyes bleed. Ditto getting linux to use SCSI on a beige g3. I got home at five thirty, had the base hardware up at six, and had a functioning install by around eleven. Eight. Fucking. Attempts. To figure out that it just didn't like the idea of root being on SCSI, to figure out which module the kernel needed to actually see the damned drive... format the drive, get it into fstab and mounting, etc.

DHCP works. My head hurts. Eric's currently a sudoer and making DNS Work. I can't wrap my head around it. Probably due to lack of food, too much coffee earlier.... something. Wanting to get too much done at once. :P


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2004.09.08
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Why do these things need titles, anyway?

Sometimes a timestamp is more appropriate. I don't title my notebook entries. I timestamp them. Vaguely, along the lines of "Tuesday. ~noon. 18/carson for 54c. Or similar.

Slack Fu continues. Did laundry (Rod Stewart-singing, soft-rock blasting, mumbling, vericose-veined yinzerthing attendant on duty), Got groceries (Do you have an Advantage Card? I'll think about one when having an Advantage Card means I don't have to wait 20 minutes in line....). Shit I should have done yesterday. :P

Utrecht was closed, the bastards. They close at seven weekdays. Means I'll have to stop in on my way to work.

I have a craving for a new sketchbook, and would prefer a mechanical pencil. Less to carry.

In other news, Linux is smarter about battery life, it seems. It accurately predicts the decay rate of the old battery's charge, giving roughly ten minutes. Compare to MacOS insisting on four hours of battery life, then throwing up the OMFG NO POWER! errors ten minutes later. That's an improvement. Solve the sound thing and I'll have something Greyhound Rated.

I'm even more Behind Schedule than usual. I STILL have email to catch up on, and I have yet to re-crib and revise the script for the next scene of ATC.

Rubber bands are funny things.

Snapback from the Push of quitting cold turkey, I imagine. Still miss it sometimes, but not really. Adapted fairly quickly, all things concerned. I actually like the itch to Get Out. Go figure.

Covad closes the loop on Thursday. Hopefully I get the hardware Somewhere between today and Friday.

Took a piss a few minutes ago, overheard my friend Roy Talking Movie with my roommate Ben. Overheard this last Tuesday night while I was doing disk cleaning on Roy's iMac, and I gotta tell ya- listening to other people talk about a film script is a lot like watching old people fuck. It's the kind of boredom that induces violence, a sort of perverse distortion of the treatment they gave Alex in A Clockwork Orange. Only with Norton Utilities instead of lidlocks. Four seconds of a voice down the stairs and around the corner and gah. Glad I said "fuck off, I have my own projects" when I did. So very, very glad. I don't say "fuck off, I have my own projects" enough. Or rather, I didn't.

I continue to repeat myself in that respect very nearly every time I've pulled my artwork out in public. As a consequence, I've stopped doing such. Everyone wants me to do their stuff. Everyone wants me to do it for free. Or worse, drugs.

And I would. That's the zinger. I fucking would if even ONE of these fucking yo-yos spit out something that sparked my interest.

But no.

No surprise that all the zingers out there are penned by lone gunmen who work their own hours, their own pace, and aren't dependong on anyone else's attitude or opinion.

Spiraling off into a Bitch here, but hey. Better to cut it where it is and just state clearly for the record that these friends of mine approached me multiple times to work on their project. Multiple times I had the presence of mind to say "show me the money." Having overheard how they work, I'm not even really interested in that anymore. It's all I can do to keep my mouth shut. I don't need another project right now. It's their thing, it's their pie, and I'm quite pleased my finger has never been in it.


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2004.09.07
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ph34r the gunstar.

First post from linux. O_o

Things are more or less configured useably at the moment. Netatalk is on, I'm using some windowmaker battery monitory, kde and gnome (and the respective *dms) have been erased, and I'm running xdm with a nice little .xsession that launches bbkeys (with keybings for an xterm, firefox, etc), sets the wallpaper, and so forth. It's extremely functional. Not the nicest thing in the world, but blackbox whups the shit out of kde and gnome in terms of overall useability, if you ask me.

Still don't know if I'll be keeping linux on the system or not. But it's looking better now than it was this weekend. Still need to get sound to work and see if I can make mol Go. Aside from that.... hey, it's Useable. 1024x768 doesn't feel like 640x480 anymore. :D


Caffeine++

Doubled the dose. Head's clear(er) and sounds like Whitehouse. Awesome.

Still bitchy, but it's more of a general :P than it is >:|.


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2004.09.06
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Edge of the World

(Faith No More)++

Good wind-down music after what has, in effect, been a completely wasted day aside from some doodling for Project Halcyon.

Looking around, there's a good amount of shit I can definitely throw out. I've thrown out cigarettes, I'm throwing out celia (still, though much less), I threw out six inches of hair yesterday.... and I'm staring at a pretty large pile of beige gear with a pretty thick layer of dust on it and realizing ain't nobody using it. Time to run the garbage disposal, put away the toys, clear some space, etceteras. Easier to move forward when the shape of the past is holding you.


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2004.08.09
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To Do List

Shit I need to get done this week:

[x] 1. Thumbnails for the next ATC scene. These continue to prove elusive for some reason- I went and wrote most of Chapter Zero instead of getting them done Sunday night.

[x] 2. Mail money order to rjbs. I've been slacking on that for about a month.

[ ] 3. Pay rent. :P

[ ] 4. Get a bank account set up with what's left of the paycheck after Rent and Cost of Existing (as opposed to Cost of Living, which is quite a bit higher as it includes ritual liver abuse on a tri-weekly basis).

[x] 5. Get the SAB reimplimentation firmed up, since it's a good sanity-preservation candidate in the event of a continued ATC stall. (note that "firmed up" means basically done aesthetically and thought out in terms of information design. not actually implemented)

[ ] 6. Get another deferrment on the more evil of my two student loans so I have enough breathing room to postpone consolidation. Again.


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2004.07.27
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!Focus

Ugh.

The problem with being old enough to know how my brain works is hitting the periods where it Doesn't.

Basically, it works something like this:

I move in cycles or phases. Focus on web design for a bit. Focus on video for a bit. Focus on doing the comic for a bit. Writing the comic for a bit. Quake for a bit. Pr0n for a bit. "A bit" is anywhere from a few hours to upwards of a month, rarely longer than six weeks.

My most heavily sustained period of Focus was the winter of 1999- January through March- in which I cranked out Han Dold Interactive, a multimedia CD that served as a somewhat halfassed overview of a setting I've been working on for a few years. HDI was all that I did from the first week of January through the first week of February. Literally- eight to fourteen hours a day for roughly thirty days straight.

Then, I burned out. Fip. Fizzle. ZzzzAT. Somewhat spectacularly, actually. Collapsed into a depression, didn't go to class for a week, and spent the middle of February doing as little as possible. That's all my brain could handle. After a week of complete nonfunctionality and a week of getting back on my feet, I spent the assend of February and all of March busting ass again. In spades.

June 19 through July 22, I busted ass on ATC. Fifteen pages in four weeks. Went to work on layouts for the next four pages on Saturday and did something else instead. Made the debatable mistake of shooting Drone 1.2 on Sunday. Barely managed to get layouts done on Monday- my brain had latched on to Drone and for the last forty-eight hours, that's all I've been thinking about. That, and pr0n.

I tried to think about ATC and got stuck on how much ass the site design sucks at the moment.

So now my brain is spinning around an ATC redesign, a Drone effects edit, and trying to talk itself into pr0n4r+ or a pr0nc0m1c. Since I really just want to do ATC and I have my layouts for the next four pages done and everything, I find this present state of !focus to be extremely irritating.

I'm also kind of sick of working on the comic at the moment. You can tell from my comments on a recent page that I've been Feeling The Burn and need a changeup before I scream and start running around and randomly shitting on things like a monkey. I suppose Drone 1.2 came in as a defensive precaution. Pr0n gnawing on my brain is nothing new- I know myself well enough to realize it for what it largely is- an escapist response to stress.

Too much going on at once. Too much to focus on. Can't get it all done at once and want to do it all. I learned a long time ago that if I try to work on it all at once, nothing gets done... or progress on any one project is so slow as to be immeasurable... which gets irritating... which results in tons and tons of notebook being wasted on time management wankery when all that really needs to be done is to just PICK ONE and GO. I know this.

I know this because that's How It Works.

Of course, in practice, this doesn't mean shit. I can pull four to six weeks on a project and then I snap and I need a breather and that's all there is to it. If I keep pushing myself, I start turning out CRAP and eventually the stress defense (which isn't so much a defense as a fucking nuclear stress BOMB) goes off and that's that for another fortnight while what's left of the greymatter sorts itself out. If ATC was my day job, there wouldn't be any problems- but we're talking micromanagement of free time here. Something I don't have enough of- something too many people want- something nobody's willing to pay for.

I've bitched about that at great length in the past. Doing so again would be a waste of time.

So. Knowing myself to the extent that I do, the best thing for my sanity (and ATC) is a Breather of Determined Length. Operating on a deadline worked quite nicely last time- I was able to start production before I hit it. Which was good, because the start date (solstice) was the Mother of All Hangovers.

There are currently about four days left of July, which is enough time to get some work done on Drone. Maybe some pr0n. Easily enough time for some functional analysis of ATC production times. I know roughly when I want chapter three finished. Unfortunately, I still don't know how many pages it's going to take to get there... which means I need to do some more planning and plotting and so forth in order to arrive at the firing solution I need to get this thing done in a fashion that isn't going to result in thirty pages of crap.

Hopefully the HDI model and previous experience will prove out in this case and I'll be back on the comic shortly.


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2004.07.09
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Punishment

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Kenneth Lay, of Enron. (src=john)


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2004.07.05
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Bluh.

Back to the feeling-like-ass. I blame this one on dust inhalation, which always makes me feel sucky. I mopped my room for the first time since I moved in- didn't hit all of it, but got most of the major areas I was sick of looking at. Floors have changed from a dull maroon to a bright red. I'm fairly certain my lungs have gone the reverse.

Boxed up my scanner and some clothing and tossed the mess in the basement. Threw out some other shit, cycled garbage- trash schedule will probably be screwed up this week. Popped the breaker again. Second time in two days I've had to set the alarm and the clock on the linux box. Climate control failure and several trips out of my ~75 degree / low humidity room into the 95 degree / high humidity house surely didn't help. The fact I was literally drizzling sweat onto a plastic container of jumper blocks while I was resetting the alarm convinced me to dust off and head to work- there's only so much cleaning you can do when the dust you're choking on is slickening to mud on your face.

People wonder why I spend so much time at work in the summer- it's largely due to the fact that my house is a human rights violation between ten am and midnight. I'll likely be buying a UPS or a really long extension cable before the month is out- I'm not happy about my computers kicking off. Fortunately, I don't do anything serious with them at the moment.

It's the thought that counts.

I'd think fans, but the last thing I need is more dust blowing around. I'd have to install filters on both windows and my door and the vents to keep the thin grainy fog of particles the hell out of my room. At that point, it's more expedient to move- which is on deck for next year.


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2004.07.04
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Awesome.

Man, I was an ass last night.

Brief discussion with roommate about ATC before bed. The breaker blew while I was showering- reset, bring the linux box and the workstation back up, check 'em over. Kick the AC off first. Hot. Get dressed, get to work. Work has climate control 24/7. Home has climate control in six to nine hour blocks. Most of them when I'm not awake.

I show up and a klaxon in the basement goes shithouse. Freon leak. Right under my office.

It kicked ass.

Workin' on ATC. Probably walking home. Cleaning the house tomorrow.

And I do NOT feel like shit. I don't feel great, but I don't feel like deep-fried diarrhea.

Small favors and all that.


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2004.06.21
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!Sleep

Bed at 02:45. Sleep between 3 and 3:30. Wake at 5. Wake at 5:30, mild concern about AM or PM. 6. 8:30. 9. 9:30. 10. Fuck this noise, shower. Out of the south side at 11am.

Oh, and Mike Melvill (src=esch) made it suborbital. Awesome.

11:44: still waking up.

12:08. What's even MORE Awesome is that Mike made it back.


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2004.05.27
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2004.05.27 mlp

The Apple software DVD player recently did exactly this with a movie I was attempting to watch (saving the glitchfest for scene 34 of 37). (src=john) Stalin apparently had an 18 Charisma, and it looks like oil is created via a geological process as opposed to resulting from thoroughly crushed up prehistoric organic whatever. The facts and findings discussed would seem to undermine the burning compulsion Greenpeace says we're all supposed to be feeling to switch over to cleaner energy sources. So if that proves out, we can use oil for plastics and algae for gas and fertilizer. Doom.


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2004.05.16
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Yo Joe!

If I ever meet Brian Chontosh, I'm buying him beer. All of it. Brian played Quake for REAL and he WON.

Kick ass.


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2003.08.29
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Fuck.

Seems like I've been here forever.

Killing time in an airport bar.

The Secret About Box is hosed for the time being. Timely, in that revision and mercury are merging. Soon. The giant pile of bullshit that is this blog will be filed off out of immediate site for convenience. There will, of course, be a new design. Or an old design, depending on how you view things. In line with revision one. LOC stays. The Black Injection material gets dropped. So much bullshit you can't even imagine gets dropped. Like, most of this.

Funny. The more times revision is revised, the less complex it gets, the less material it contains, and the more purified the results. Eventually what passes for my personal web site will likely be nothing more than a body tag and a css file. Minimalist.

That is all.