I am apparently not getting LJ comments all of a sudden. This as of… some point this morning. So if you leave something and it doesn’t get responded to, I probably didn’t see it. Prod me on IM, or in email, or something (it’s all over here). I’m not sure whether to beat my mail provider or LJ, but everything else is coming through, so methinks I’ll start with LJ.
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PSA.
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Them there spammers is gettin’ smartish.
I got this email just now supposedly from Princeton Publishing. I LOLed. Hard.
Subject: James Homuths Recent Nomination to the Princeton Premier
Dear James,
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On behalf of the Executive Publisher, we wish you continued success.
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23-35A Steinway St – Astoria, NY 11105 – USASo now I’m a highly accomplished executive in a world leading organization. Yet, I’m currently lacking in the employment department. Am I good, or am I good? Or maybe they just screwed something up, like, royally. Oh, yeah, I’m also not in the US or a US citizen. Do explain?
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PS:
Because stupid me forgot and I’m too lazy to pull up that entry to tack it on the end, and because it sort of deserves its own entry anyway, happy 27th, Katie (silly-singer)! Yes, by my clock it’s a little tiny bit on the belated side. You’ll live. Hope this trip around the sun’s at least as good as or better than the last one, in all kinds of ways!
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Random thing about this here apartment building.
This just started earlier tonight, but every so often, I’ll hear what sounds like someone/thing hitting the cieling below me. Except, it/they only bang once, and then that’s it. It happens by the sounds of it every couple hours or so. Apparently completely at random. I are having none of the idea what the hell’s going on, since I don’t really hear anything else going on down there. If it happens again, I’m half tempted to throw my day clothes back on and go knock on a door. They’re lucky I’m not sleeping right now, whatever that is. Or my half awake ass would be getting all up in someone’s face. And just for effect and to see what kind of reaction I’d get from whoever’s doing it, I’d be bringing the stick. Yeah, *that* stick. Blindies know the benefits of *that* stick around other people. Fortunately for them, though, I live mostly at night. So all it gets out of me is a mighty large wtf. Well, okay, and a random semi-rant on LJ. But it’s my LJ, goddammit, I’ll semi-rant if I damn well wanna. There’s plenty of other shtuff to read if you’d rather not read mine.
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Forgive me father, for I have sinned.
I’ve never confessed a thing before, so I’m actually kinda a little new at this. See, money’s a little bit on the tight-ish side of late. I’ve had to resort to planning out what I’m going to need a week in advance so I can go about the business of remembering to buy it when I can aford to. So, things were getting a little desperate in life. I had rent money, money for a couple of month end bills that were coming out, but that was… well, sort of it. Even my fridge was starting to actually look roomy, which doesn’t happen over here. Now, I know it’s no excuse for what I did, but… well, I’m hoping that in my explanation you might find something to help you understand why it is I had to do it. It was early evening, and I’d just gone to look for something caffinated. There was a single, solitary coke, and several of the lesser things they call pepsi staring back at me. I didn’t want to do it, father. But I didn’t have a choice. There was only one of them… so… I… oh, I can’t even type it. I knowingly, willingly, and… and… and without hesitation… oh, oh dear god, I actually opened a pepsi! … Can you ever forgive me? … Please say you can forgive me…
Note: This overdramatization with a side order of mockery was brought to you in part by boredom. And a mysterious lack of coke.
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And now, for a new level of geekery.
As I mentioned a while back, I’ve been toying around with Gentoo linux off and on for a while, and have been considering running it locally for quite some time. Today, well actually last night, out of boredom I decided to burn a CD image of their latest release. I’d of stuck with the image you gave me mike (lightvortex), but it was about 3 years old judging by what I could see of it and didn’t burn properly. Sorry! So, I burned that particular image, and went about the process of testing it out on my laptop (hint: 5 years old, almost 6, very minimalistic – 512 MB RAM, 40 GB HD, etc). And with absolutely no fussing on my end whatsoever, which is good seeing as there’s absolutely 0 accessibility on that particular live CD, she worky and she worky like beautiful.
So I fired it up, got myself to the command line with absolutely 0 feedback from the computer (I love having had previous linux experience), and set up the CD so I could remote into it from this machine. That took all of maybe a minute and a half to do. From there, it was just log into the laptop (or, rather, log into the CD in the laptop), and poke around. I could have probably gone right to the instalation procedure from there with absolutely no fuss whatsoever. And would have, except I hadn’t had a damn thing pulled off that laptop yet that I wanted to save. Now, keep in mind I’ve had this machine since about October of 07. Since then, the laptop’s been in a state of semi-retirement, only ever really being used when the router decides it wants to enter into a fit of noncooperation. Since the router’s in the bedroom and the desktop isn’t, the laptop became my troubleshooting tool. But I still never bothered to pull what I thought I’d want to save off of it. So I hadn’t planned on formatting it at all until that was done. Last night, after I logged into the system and poked around, I mounted the internal HD so I could access it from inside the live CD environment. And then I downloaded the whole damn thing, Windows OS and all, into a folder on this HD. Took me the better part of 24 hours to do it (I started it at about 1:00 this morning and it only finished just after 10 tonight), but now, what is on my laptop is also on my desktop in a folder unoriginally named “backup” (I was tired. Sue me.). Now all I have to do is get around to actually whiping it and installing Gentoo. Which may or may not happen this year. I’m curious to start playing with gnome and orca, but not curious enough yet to undergo the manual instalation process Gentoo takes. And no, I refuse to install Ubuntu. Debian, *maybe*. But only if I have to.
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I will never get used to Bob Cole not broadcasting a Toronto game.
Unfortunately, I have to. Because I don’t think he’ll be coming back any time soon. And he’s currently doing an Ottawa Montreal game… *tries desperately not to puke* leaffan, please tell me you know something I don’t. He’s a fucking awesome play by play guy, but just… not awesome enough to watch an Ottawa game. Or a Montreal one, for that matter. Sigh… I long for the 2003-04 season again…
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And they wonder why I don’t scrobble.
All those songs you’ve been downloading off bearshare and the like? Yeah, you might not want to be sharing them with last.fm. Unfortunately, if you download any of their software with which to listen to that music, that’s exactly what you’re doing; telling last.fm and users what you’re listening to so they can, based on that, recommend other things you might be willing to listen to. Oh yeah, and you’re telling the RIAA. Apparently, last.fm’s started handing information over to the RIAA about tracks folks listen to on their local machines. The linked article only mentions a U2 album that was leaked over bittorrent, and a possibility the RIAA may be looking for information about other such unreleased tracks, but this is me we’re talking about. And I are realist. Anyone seen this article? You should. They drag enough people into court on little to no proof. And now, last.fm/CBS is giving them a hand with it. It’s hard enough, minus last.fm’s assistance, to prove the target of a lawsuit is even involved in file sharing (I have CD’s on my shelf, but their contents are on my external HD, for example). But, as that article indicates, the difficulty of proving such a thing hasn’t necessarily prevented the RIAA from saying they did. Thanks, last.fm, for doing us that huge favour. Really. Now you can do us another even larger favour and die in a grease fire.
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Lazy fucking friday.
Absolutely jack shit planned today, with the exception of looking for and filing job applications, as per usual (total filed thus far today: 1… I fail). Aside from that, continuing to get things sorted out, or rather try to get things sorted out, so I can actually file my income tax before April this year. And, unlike last year’s rather way beyond irritating governmental fuck up, I should actually be able to figure my way through doing it without having to get both parents and a small miracle involved in processing the return. Or, I’ll have a justifiable excuse for completely going apeshit on the first customer service moron to pick up the phone. Again. As for right now? Hmm. I’ll figure that out when I feel like moving.
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Some people take the no cameras allowed rule way too seriously.
Including some UK based comedians. One of which decided, out of an apparent fear that he might actually ZOMG have his jokes stolen, took the rule literally. Rather than have someone ask this person to put their cell phone away, he chose to smash the thing instead. Not that one should be surprised, considering this is the same person who seems to have the misguided impression that nothing good can come from anything like Youtube. Out of random curiosity though, are all celebrities this… um, what’s the word I’m looking for… braindead?