I’m at the 21st St Fish House in Norfolk, VA about to watch The Gaskets play. They’re most certainly my favorite band, and the fact that I’ve hung out with them in a very personal setting only perpetuates their badassitude. Misfortunately, my current archnemeses are on their way here, so this night may not turn out as well as it should, but at least I got to chill with the band before the show, so fuck all else. The Others come hither. I retreat.
Nags Head…
Great party man
Man… A mortar and pestle leave mad blisters. Hopefully all work will be worthwhile. Btw, when cops walk in your front door at 2am and ask what you’re doing with a mortar and pestle, make sure you tell them you’re studying biology at the University of [insert random state here], they’ll walk out and pretend like they didn’t see anything… Well, not before asking you to turn down the music and commenting on how contrasting your t-shirt is compared to what’s playing. Wow.
Embarkation
I’m in the car with the tank of gas that will take me to nags head. I should be there in under two hours. Oh glorious eve.
The mysterious past is a mysterious mystery
You know how sometimes you’ll be having a conversation with someone and they say something that throws you so completely off guard that you can’t think of anything to say? BOY HOWDY did that happen to me today. I got the same shivers you get the first time you go in for the first kiss. The shakes from standing at the edge of the highdive and knowing the next time you inhale, you’ll be falling. But when your lips meet, or you hit the water, it all blasts away in one firey wave of extacy.
Shit, I could use that wave right about now… I can barely type.
jPod
Waiting for the train
I hate rain. A lot. What’s worse is having to sit out in it while waiting for a train to come in that’s already 4 hours late. Actually, hate isn’t the best word to describe my feeling toward rain. I do enjoy sitting on the porch on a rainy summer day just listening to the droplets ping against the leaves, feet propped on a bench, sipping an ice cold beer… No, rain isn’t all bad, but sitting on a window ledge of a train station, surrounded by cement, rocks, steel, and smog, and not a clue when you’ll be able to leave? That rain sucks. It sucks hard.
Update on the last post
Yeah, I’m what we call a moron… Automatix removed universe and multiverse from my repositories list. Turns out Synergy, Beagle, and Banshee are all in the repositories and work great.
Other news: there’s no remote plugin packaged with Gaim 2.0.0B3, so there’s no way to configure aim:goim links from firefox to work with Gaim2.0.0B3. It works fine with Gaim1.5 (which is the latest included with Ubuntu), so if you want to set that up, check out this article.
In yet more news, Pucker Fuckers are great, but are definitely supposed to be served as shots. When you drink 4 coffee mugs full of Pucker Fucker, you’re just asking for trouble. Thanks Friday night!
Rebuilding
I hosed my Ubuntu install on my junkbox yesterday. Turns out the kernel image packages do something with X settings, and I change a lot of X settings. Thus, X fails to start. I could have manually edited the document from the command line and gotten it back up, but what’s the fun in that? Instead, I slicked the drive, made a 40GB partition for WinXP MCE 2k5 (only to stream vids to my Xbox360) and reinstalled ubuntu on the rest of the 250GB drive. Works like a charm might I add. In the process, I found out there’s a new version of Synergy, and that there’s a package on the ubuntu site, but strangely not in the repositories, so I ended up installing from source (which I wrote the wiki article on btw). Next, I installed Automatix, which pretty well hosed my PreSession and Init scripts to run Synergy prior to login, then proceeded to look for Beagle and Banshee, which apparently aren’t in the repositories either. WTF?! What’s a linux n00b supposed to do if the best programs aren’t even available without some serious research! Tonight I’ll get on and see what else I can get into, as well as building both Beagle and Banshee from source, and installing Picasa and Google Earth Beta, which both rule hard.
People for Indecency in America
I’m thinking of starting a sister site in the RedKrieg blog network… People for Indecency in America. I consider this now that I know that approximately 99.8% of the complaints filed with the FCC over indecency on television are from the Parent’s Television Council. Well, those bastards can suck it… I want boobs, butts, shits, fucks, blood, gore, strippers, and more.
Yeah, I’m gonna get this shit going. You in? If so, hit me up via the "contact me" link on the left. Alright, peace.