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Thursday, May 10, 2007 |
Moving On to Wordpress
I've finally up and had it with Blogger. I'm still trying to arrange for my own hosting and the whatnot, but in the meantime I've migrated most of the posts to http://larimdame.wordpress.com/. I debated posting that info, because I'd rather not force my 1 regular reader (Hi mom!) to switch bookmarks twice. But then I realized that I've been trying to move off Blogger for a year now, so this "Temporary" phase with Wordpress.com might last a year or two as well (I'm hoping not). Anyhoo, this will be the last post here, so it was nice while it lasted, but it's time to move on. Link: Sunday, January 21, 2007 |
Blogger Sucks. It Really Really SUCKS
In case you haven't noticed, I haven't been posting in a while. Actually, that would be totally wrong. I have been posting fairly regularly, it's just that Blogger refuses to actually publish what I post. I've tweaked every setting, I've even switched to the "new" Blogger. You know what's new in the "new" Blogger? SUCKING. Don't expect posts anytime soon, Blogger's still eating them all. Oh, and don't use Blogger if you can help it. Wednesday, December 27, 2006 |
Holidays Are For TimeWasting
Wake up Eat Walk short distance to some restaurant Eat Take train back to bed Nap Eat yet again Talk Nap Eat a snack of some sort (perhaps cake and cookies) Sleep Repeat for FIVE STRAIGHT DAYS. Happy Holidays! Wednesday, December 06, 2006 |
Too Much Halo
I managed to get my hands on the Halo PC demo, which is surprisingly well featured, and have been playing it on and off for the past week. What I find really funny is that the demo level on the campaign mode is one of the levels I really like, Silent Cartographer. Not so many dark hallways, lots of outdoors action in the sunlight, plenty of ammo for the standard marine weapons. The beginning is nice and fun as the AI marines actually help you out (for a change). I really don't feel the need to get the full game now. After having won the game a few dozen times now, the next step is modding it to be patently ridiculous. What I don't like is that the editors out there are not as intuitive as others I've dealt with. Of course, the trade off is that the editor doesn't crash nearly as often as editors for other games. But so far it's been fun turning the pistol into a machine gun and so on. Of course, all the procrastination is not helping my Christmas shopping plans or my side projects plans. I should get on those soon, paying my bills on time is always a good thing. Friday, December 01, 2006 |
Pity People
Sometimes It's hard to feel pity for people. They put themselves into unwinnable situations all the time, and pray for some sort of miracle that the inevitable won't happen. They ask for your help, waste your day, when a little foresight on their part would have solved everything before it became a problem. And then they simply sigh, and chalk it up to the unchangeable nature of life. It's not. And it is. It's hard for me to judge, because I do it all the time. I know what the problems are, but I'm slow to make the corrective actions. It doesn't take much time, but it's easier to pass on the task to a tomorrow that's never going to come. I often whine about my weight, and contemplate working out, just a little. It's not hard, just 10 push ups every day, not more then 5 minutes and 14 sq. feet of flat terrain. And yet, every day I go to bed thinking that I'll do it in the morning. I never do. If I can't do something that simple, how can I be so judgmental towards others over their much larger problems? What do I do? What can any of us do? Help out as much as you can, I suppose. Bite your tongue when you feel the urge to pass judgment you're not qualified to make. And try to focus on being supportive of the improvements, and not dwell so much on the failures. And maybe do at least 5 push ups after writing in your blog. Thursday, November 30, 2006 |
A Lot To Say But Unable To Speak
It's something I'm sure all blogger go through in their blogging blog goodness (blog blog blog, there, have I said the word enough times now?). Lots of stuff is happening, but I really can't say anything, because people involved might read about it in the blog. Well, realistically, they won't, but they might. Actually, they probably will, for the first time ever. :: "Hey Ted, have you ever checked out Gene's blog before?" "Why no, Judith, it never really occurred to me." "Let's look it up now, while we wait for our ebay bids!" [Dec 1, 2006: I've finally had it with that bitch Judith and her screechingly annoying "boyfriend" Ted, if you can call that horse a "boy" at that. Tomorrow I'm supposed to meet them for ice-skating, when I'd rather just sit at home and puke up my guts. Which would probably look better then Judith, in that thing she calls a sweater. I wish I had some real people to be my friends.] "I'm going to punch that fucker's head off tomorrow. Judith, call my lawyer!" :: The appeal of an anonymous blog is growing, after all, it is the supposedly the inevitable result of blogging. But I can barely muster the effort to maintain this mountain of self-absorbed crap, so that seems a dubious prospect at best. Instead, I'll probably just fester inside for a few months, and insert a opaque post in between updates on which toenail is growing the fastest (right pinky toe). Maybe I'll start political blogging, and that way guarantee that nobody will read my blog. Oh, and Ted, I'll see you tomorrow. Tuesday, November 21, 2006 |
On the Road Again
I'm off to cold cold COLD Michigan for the holiday. Except for the inevitable snow I shall encounter in Pennsylvania, looks to be pretty fun. I should probably call people, but then what's the fun in all that advanced planning? Oh, and hot tip, the Toys R Us store in Times Square has a couple of thousand Wii units for sale. They only let a few hundred be sold a day, promptly at 10am. You need to get in line and get a red ticket from the guys outside to buy one. You can pick one up off the shelf, and you can wait in the cashier line, but without that red ticket you aren't taking diddly home. It's very organized and relatively calm. I'd get one myself, but I can't think of anybody that I know that would really want one. | ||
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