So I'm sitting here bored (when was the last time I could actually claim that?) and remembered that I used to cure that sort of thing via late-night blogging. Then I got into a weird legal gray-area for a few months where talking about my day might have actually put me into legal trouble with the US Government. Then I had a thousand personal crisis I straight up didn't feel like babbling about to the internet populace in general. Then I bought a Tivo. Then I ran out of excuses and after what LJ calls twenty weeks, I sat down and wrote this.
At which point I realize how completely unreadable this blog is. When I created this layout, everyone I knew ran their screen rez at 800x600. I'm pretty sure we also used to pass time by banging rocks together and making snide comments at the latest silent film. This blog looks putrid in the 1280x1024 I run at these days.
Also, most people I know don't actually use LJ anymore. Problem is, there isn't one particular thing they do use. Much as I'd like to start this up again, I'd also like to move it to somewhere else. I may or may not think of something later in that direction.
So, I've been told I should go back to writing in this LJ. Probably not a bad idea. Unfortunately, that means I actually have to think up something of which I can babble about.
In recent days, life has become rather complicated, but in ways in which I'd rather not talk about here. In fact, really the only thing I'd like to declare to the adoring internet public at the moment is a newfound love for a brand of olives I found, which are stuffed with feta cheese.
I'd thought I'd outgrown my Martini phase, but oh how wrong I was. Too long have I constructed Martinis under the tyranny of the pimento. Little did I realize the wonders that could come with feta.
A barfly in Tampa a while back, however, mentioned to me that somewhere out in the world exists blue cheese stuffed olives. I fear that my quest for the perfect Martini is, in fact, far from over...
Having turned down about a half dozen Myspace friend requests today, I think it's time I rant for a few minutes.
Just because you like one or two of the same bands as I do, does not mean I want to talk to you. To tell the truth, most of the people I talk to on a regular basis don't even remotely listen to the same music I do, though I'm certain they'll eventually see the error of the ways.
Now, I'm open to the possibility of adding you if I happen to like what your profile looks like, but being naturally more paranoid than a mosquito at Raid's annual corporate picnic, my first thought is that you might be that guy I met at the concert last week.
You know who you are. And if you're not him, you've met someone like him. I'm talking about the pudgy guy that managed to get drunk a good twenty minutes before the opening act and forced me to listen to his drunken rant about how "the metal scene's all been shit since '85," while his girlfriend stands ten feet away and pretends to not be with him. I really can't sympathize. I was three in '85. And the metal band was only opening. I was showing up for the two non-death metal bands that were on after.
Dude, go talk to your girlfriend over there. That's why you brought her, right?
Traditionally, I've been somewhat against the whole idea of flavored vodka. It's the traditionalist in me. I eye with suspicion anything 80 proof and up that tastes a bit fruity.
Some little string thingy. May of may not be Vivaldi
This is a blanket letter of apology to the half dozen people who have booted me from their AIM lists because of the weird way I jump on and off it, seemingly at random. I've spent months trying different things, and was at the point where I was considering having the apartment rewired when I finally stumbled across the cure this morning. You know what I had to do?
I replaced the router's firmware.
That's right. It was a bug in the firmware. I don't even know what possessed me to mess with it. After all, on my list of things to never, EVER fucking do, messing with the firmware on my router's up there with juggling scorpions and pissing on the third rail, but I did it and it worked.
I'm rather proud of that one.
*update* It's NOT Vivaldi, it's Bach’s cantata Ich habe genug, BWV 82. I suck at identifying baroque strings. Mea Culpa.
For fans that haven't heard yet, David Gemmell is dead.
I've actually only read a smattering of Gemmell, though hearing this news I fully intend to go read a lot more. Gemmell's Knights of Dark Renown is something of a pet favorite pulp fantasy novel of mine, and it's a real shame that there won't be any more like it.
So, I was up in Jacksonville today, picking up a few things for the impending wedding, and I happened to walk past a Pottery Barn. I dashed in for a moment to look around, as my single remaining Spiegelau shattered a while back, and I really wanted some more, but when I went inside, guess what I found?
That's right. A muddler.
One that, incidently, isn't available on the Pottery Barn's website, which is rather odd. It's a wonderful little tool, looking not unlike something the Spanish Inquisition might come up with. It's a rather heavy steel thing, with a cluster of vicious looking teeth at the bottom for making sure the limes say what you want them too.
Definately a kitchen tool I recommend to one and all.
So, leaving a restaurant after dinner with the girlfriend, I noticed an advertisment at the bar for a mojito. Now, a normal person would just walk over and order one, but that's not the way I work. I decided then and there I was going to build one.
So, I went out and bought some mint. Then, realizing I didn't actually own one, I went in search of a muddler. Now if, as several people I talked to while looking for one did, you wonder what in the hell a muddler is, it's just a giant wooden stick you use to smash things. I also don't own one. My favorite conversation of the night came from the old wisecracking rapier-wit who runs the liquor store on the corner.
Me: I'm looking for a muddler.
Old Wisecracking Rapier-wit: A what?
Me: You know. Like a pestile.
OWRW: Ah, you're mojito minded!
Me: Yes I am. Never had one before. Trying to make one.
OWRW: You've been bitten by the mojito!
Me: Er, right. How did you know anyway?
OWRW: Well, it was either that or you're taking up alchemy.
Me: Point. Well, if I find a way to turn rum into gold, you'll be the first to know. Do you stock them?
OWRW: *looks a bit surprised* Actually...we don't.
Me: Really?
OWRW: Yea, isn't that odd? You'd think we would, wouldn't you?
Me: Well I was hoping. Nobody's ever come in here trying to make a mojito before?
OWRW: Actually, now that you mention it......no. Strange, isn't it? You'd think someone....
Over the course of an hour I tried a half dozen places, none of which could actually produce what's effectively the tool of a caveman. I eventually managed to fashion something out of a plastic baster that worked.
For the record, mojitos are pretty tasty. This is a good thing, as the grocery store won't sell you mint in anything smaller than the quantity you'd need to make roughly twenty of these things. I also expect the mint wilts sometime soon, so I'll have to make them all in the next few days.
I really don't know what it is about mid-summer that blows my sleeping patterns all to hell. Every summer I come up with a new theory, and try to find the magic tweak that will allow me to sleep normally, and every summer I fail utterly and end up typing random crap at people at nearly 2am every day.
Only one thing to do I suppose: grab a book and queue up a couple of Ladytron songs. Not unlike every previous summer night since I moved to this part of the world. The book changes, the songs change, but my complete and total inability to sleep doesn't. C'est la vie.
Honestly, I'm in more of a Morrissey mood...but I just got around today to ordering replacement parts for my laptop, where all my Morrissey albums live. I looked for my hardcopies. I don't have a clue where they are. My only hope for salvation is that my obsolite hardware vendor of the week (a guy named something like Jinghaou Jinghaou, from Shanghai) will actually use the absurdly high shipping price he charges to get it here soon.
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