Currently writing this entry on my mom's computer, which decides to translate every interface into Chinese. I've never seen Blogger look so cultured. Anyway, I just spent the better part of the afternoon looking at potential pictures for future concert programmes. I've come to the conclusion that a decent picture of me is an occasion captured where, scientifically speaking, it's necessary that a whole slew of near-impossible variables align themselves perfectly. For instance, not only does the picture have to be of high pixel quality, I also have to be in formal wear, holding my cello, and not looking like a complete dweeb. It's a preciously rare event.
Christmas has come and gone; it occurred to me today that the older we get, the fewer gifts we receive. Maybe by the time we're 70, people will be giving us festive kicks to our holiday butts. The News Archive | Email
I left my computer in the lab for only two minutes and when I came back, Norton Antivirus was flashing me a warning. It said something along the lines of "Intruder alert, allow access to files?" Or something. And my part to play in the matter was to click either Yes or No. Upon my arrival, I quickly clicked "No", and my computer has been operating slowly ever since.
I figure Norton was just like, well, obviously he's only mildly indifferent to this so I suppose we'll let this little intrusion ransack the entire harddrive until we hear a response.
Random thought: By the way that the word 'ruthless' goes, it would go by nature of deduction that if maiming someone is ruthless, having ruth -- or being ruthful -- would mean a benevolent clemency. Someone tell me I'm right and why this word doesn't exist. The News Archive | Email
I just came back from the locker room and I missed the last number on my combination lock by at least four digits. It still opened, which I find really disconcerting. I feel its leniency isn't from a doting grace -- as if it recognizes I'm its owner and therefore looks past my clumsy dialing -- as much as it's a cheap lock of poor quality.
Somebody came by asking, "When you are hit in the head, is it common for the opposite side of head to hurt?" I don't know. But you're typing out actual questions phrased in grammatically complete sentences for a search engine, and no, that is not common. If you didn't do this before you got hit in the head, I'd get to the hospital immediately.
Christmas is around the corner and it really doesn't seem like it. It feels weird to hear Christmas music being played on the radio when the sun's out and the weather is nice. My mom tells me that it's snowing in Toronto; makes me want to be home, lounging with the dogs and drinking hot chocolate.
This afternoon, I saw the opera "Hansel and Gretel" by Engelbert Humperdinck -- whose name is no sobriquet and I'm willing to bet his self-esteem was challenged regularly in his elementary years -- and I've decided that the celebratory pushing-the-witch-into-the-oven at the end teaches children that when you find yourself in a bind, murdering someone is the answer. Heart-warming classic.
So, apparently, I'm back and I'm going to be posting more. Somebody came by today through a Google search: "Do you need a hood to make omelettes"? Since I'm at the top of the list, I figure I should have a ready answer: "No." Well, actually, what's a hood? If you're asking whether you need to wear some sort of hat while you make breakfast, I don't think you should be too concerned.
After I mentioned that this site expires in January, I've been getting a lot of feedback about cheaper servers, offers for donations, etc. Which I'm really appreciative of, but Amos -- the webmaster -- has things under control. Though it makes me wonder whether I should start mentioning how I can't pay my Visa bill.
San Francisco has been chillier lately which makes for beautiful night skies. There are so many more visible stars than I'm used to. I saw a red dot the other day which I could swear was Mars or Saturn or whatever planet we all know is red. The nightly full moons have recently slunk into glowing slivers, reminding me of a giant toe nail clipping hanging in the sky. My girlfriend says I'm romantic.
You'll be happy to know that instead of Doritos this afternoon, I bought Sun Chips. You may not know this, but a bag of Sun Chips actually has 10% of your recommended daily intake of vitamin E. As you can see, I've been trying to eat healthier. Though my stomach is slow in getting the memo; I have yet to see him react in some way.
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