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Jul. 23rd, 2004
hey Mac people
Jul. 23rd, 2004 11:50 amCan you use Windows TrueType fonts on a Mac these days? The last time I worked with Macs was like five years ago in college, and it seems like that was a real headache, but I would hope it's not so anymore. What say you?
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Jul. 23rd, 2004 12:09 pmI haven't written a single thing on here worth reading in quite some time, have I? Eh. It happens. Oh, here's a little story for ya. You know how I am with my little stories.
The other day I was walking through the alley by the music building on my way to feed the parking meter. About 30 feet in front of me I saw a fuzzy floating through the air. You know, one of those . . . um, fuzzies. Sort of like the top of a dandelion, except I don't think that's what they are. You know, a fuzzy. Anyway, there it was floating in front of me, so naturally I began planning my swipe. It's physically impossible to walk by a fuzzy without taking a swipe at it, of course. It's just too tantalizing. I picked up my stride so I could catch the fuzzy at optimal height, and just at that moment, some kid with some of those big-ass plugs in his earlobes busted out of the music building and snagged it just like I'd been planning to! And right after he'd done so, he noticed me coming along, and he quickly scowled, rubbed the back of his neck, and tried to play it off like he hadn't been fuzzy-snatchin'. Pfffft. Don't even try to front, sucker.
Oh man, for some reason that just made me think of a scene in Fugazi's Instrument DVD where Ian MacKaye is berating a slamdancer--some hard-ass asshole who was making life difficult for other fans. He calls him out for eating ice cream:
Cripes. A lot of times when I get a funny phrase like "ice-cream-eating motherfucker" in my head, I'll Google it. And LiveJournals and blogs almost always come up. Like so. Gotta love them 16-year-old Nazis. *sigh*
Some references claim it was Guy Picciotto with the ice-cream bit. But I'm pretty sure it was Ian.
Willoughby's coffee is bad, but day-old Willoughby's coffee is really bad. One sip and it's like I'm on some kind of cheap bathtub crank.
Oh, speaking of bathtubs, the water in the shower this morning was BLACK. And it left BLACK CHARCOALY RESIDUE on the bottom of the tub. That's just nasty. Time to go back to buying jugs of bottled water to drink, even if I do have one o' them purifyin' thangs on the kitchen faucet. There's probably only so much filth they can get out.
Mom and John (me stepdad) are in NYC, and I'm supposed to meet them there to stay over tonight and come back here with them tomorrow, but given the trouble walking that I'm having, I'm not sure whether I'm gonna go. Might have to just let 'em come here in the a.m. :\
The other day I was walking through the alley by the music building on my way to feed the parking meter. About 30 feet in front of me I saw a fuzzy floating through the air. You know, one of those . . . um, fuzzies. Sort of like the top of a dandelion, except I don't think that's what they are. You know, a fuzzy. Anyway, there it was floating in front of me, so naturally I began planning my swipe. It's physically impossible to walk by a fuzzy without taking a swipe at it, of course. It's just too tantalizing. I picked up my stride so I could catch the fuzzy at optimal height, and just at that moment, some kid with some of those big-ass plugs in his earlobes busted out of the music building and snagged it just like I'd been planning to! And right after he'd done so, he noticed me coming along, and he quickly scowled, rubbed the back of his neck, and tried to play it off like he hadn't been fuzzy-snatchin'. Pfffft. Don't even try to front, sucker.
Oh man, for some reason that just made me think of a scene in Fugazi's Instrument DVD where Ian MacKaye is berating a slamdancer--some hard-ass asshole who was making life difficult for other fans. He calls him out for eating ice cream:
You know, I saw you two guys earlier at the Good Humor truck, and you were eating your ice cream like little boys, and I thought, "Those guys aren't so tough! They're eating ice cream! What a bunch of swell guys!" I saw you eating ice cream, pal. Don't you deny it, you were eating an ice cream cone. You were eating an ice cream cone. Oh, you're bad now. You're bad now. But you were eating an ice cream cone! And I saw you! That's the shit you can't hide, you know? You got your fuckin' shit, but you eat ice cream and everybody knows it. The whole fuckin' place knows it. Ice cream eating motherfucker, that's what you are.
Cripes. A lot of times when I get a funny phrase like "ice-cream-eating motherfucker" in my head, I'll Google it. And LiveJournals and blogs almost always come up. Like so. Gotta love them 16-year-old Nazis. *sigh*
Some references claim it was Guy Picciotto with the ice-cream bit. But I'm pretty sure it was Ian.
Willoughby's coffee is bad, but day-old Willoughby's coffee is really bad. One sip and it's like I'm on some kind of cheap bathtub crank.
Oh, speaking of bathtubs, the water in the shower this morning was BLACK. And it left BLACK CHARCOALY RESIDUE on the bottom of the tub. That's just nasty. Time to go back to buying jugs of bottled water to drink, even if I do have one o' them purifyin' thangs on the kitchen faucet. There's probably only so much filth they can get out.
Mom and John (me stepdad) are in NYC, and I'm supposed to meet them there to stay over tonight and come back here with them tomorrow, but given the trouble walking that I'm having, I'm not sure whether I'm gonna go. Might have to just let 'em come here in the a.m. :\