A thing to watch.
Haute Cuisine.
So we had a company lunch yesterday at Restaurant Savannah (note to self: sell restaurant people website design with some functionality for modest price. Do not accept food as payment.), which describes itself as providing a "fine Southern dining experience". Further note to self: grits, even at a cloth-napkin joint, and at 25 bucks on the menu when coupled with "shrimp" and "mushroom ragout", are bland and only marginally edible. The food was poor people food, served at rich people prices, all served to a clientele which is decidedly neither of those classes. Perhaps there is some novelty to selling fried catfish with a vinaigrette dressing, or maybe people aren't that retarded. If I wanted country fried steak, I'd go to that gas station at the exit of US37 off of I-465, on the south side of Indianapolis, and I'd pay 3.99 for all I could eat of the shit, and it'd taste 10x better, as the chefs did nothing to remove the fat and spice that make it taste 10x better, and that'd be that. I do not need a dude in a tuxedo serving it to me. That's a frill for which I'd rather not pay, when the food is so mediocre to begin with.
Modern Elevator Music.
St. Etienne makes me feel like I'm in a mall, riding a fucking escalator, so I'm going to abandon my "whatever RANDOM brings me, I shall listen to" rule for the afternoon, and press skip on this motherfucker. Give it to me baby! By Rick James. Now that's what I'm talking about.
It is a Good Day for Enemies.
Oh, and I recorded ${newBigBoss} backpeddling his way out of why, exactly, my raise wasn't in my paycheck. If we're calling it a "raise" still. THANKS FOR THE PODCAST INTERVIEW, MOTHERFUCKER! Now I need to do some serious noise filtering on the microcassette recording. That should be fun. Turns out that microcassette recordings in rooms full of computers (to the tune of, say, 30 or so machines) are kinda noisy. Who knew? It's still discernable, though, without filtering, so it shouldn't be much more than an exercise in bandwidth filtering with a narrow, human-voice-centric spectral range and it'll be ready for prime time.
Note to !self: Don't promise me something, then not delivery it. If you're going to do it, though, don't give me a lengthy, pregnant pause before you basically tell me you're still working on it, and definitely don't fucking thank me for bringing the subject up. It's offensive, and it smells like weakness, which will earn you a place on the Short List. The one that I refer to every six months, even when you're not my boss anymore, until the end of time. Or you end up in jail. Either/or.
RANDOM brings me another stunning gem I didn't even know I had.
L. L. Cool J At L L Cool J's B'Day Lan, Philly 1987: Jesus. H. Christ. The studio ruined that dude.
This Week In Puppies.
- Bush ordered a roundup of various terrorist suspects, specifically that they be taken into custody without obtaining any special warrants from a FISA court.
- In case you missed this garlic comment, Cowboy Monkey Rides Dog.
- "Dood. I can't go out, this sucks. No cruisin' for me tonight—ya'll go ahead..."Tripod?"—that's reeeeeal funny, Punk."
Tech Decision-making Crap.
Also, I want a BlackBerry 8700c. I think. Actually, I can't decide which one I like. Why must there be so many? I want a full keyboard. I want good battery life. I want an SSH client. And I want a phone with speakerphone ability, so I don't have to hold the goddamn thing with my neck while I type when coworkers call me. DECISIONS! DECISIONS! However, at least there are some options for BlackBerry/Mac utility now.
This Week In Heat.
It is January 13th, 2006, and it is 68 degrees outside. I have shorts on, and my window open. I'm almost tempted to turn on the air conditioning. If we hit 70, I will.
What.
The.
Fuck.
Suddenly, I'm wondering where the drop bears, Fosters, boomerangs, and kangaroos are.
The more I think about it, I think it isn't so much global warming, but rather a simple inversion of seasons. Change is good? Why must everyone be so conservative when it comes to the environment?
Also, I need to move north.
Whoa.
Oh, I remembered what I was going to say earlier; at company lunch, I was saying I wouldn't bother installing Garageband 3 until it was free. Well, it's free. For me, at least. And it's 45% uploaded.
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