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February 22, 2005
A Weird Mood
I'm in a weird funky mood right about now. I know exactly what's bothering me but I really can't talk about it. It has an aspect of if I coulda woulda shoulda, but it's really not my fault. Sounds obscure? Yeah. Well I'll tell you later. It's huge.
Secondly, I'm really pissed with iTunes because it's not smart enough to review all of the tunes in the library and see if they really exist on the disk. That's no so bad; the bigger problem is that I lost so much music in my disk crash. Now all those stupid exclamation points are a sick reminder.
What else? Actually I positively love this extreme weather. I stopped yesterday morning on the way to the office at some cement tributary on the border of Cerritos. It was a big chocolate rush of muddy water. I am enchanted by rivers in ways I can't explain. I think I'll go out today and look.
Doc is going to Brazil next week for a month. Must be nice. I'll try to get him to write a bunch about it.
I've got SMS spam on my cellphone.
I can't get Darwin to boot on my old Red Hat machine. I want to roll with OS X but I can't afford a Mac Mini right now. So for the moment I've got an old copy of Mandrake (9.2) on it. I like Mandrake better than Red Hat. It's working for me. What I really want out of this is a secure machine and to start learning Kerberos and LDAP, so the next step is to get GPG working. Which brings up the annoying question: Is PGP hacked?
The rain has my kids inside. They're driving me nuts. Do other parents play with their children? I mean how much playing are kids supposed to do anyway? I'm an order of magnitude closer to my kids than my parents were to me. Rain rain go a friken way.
What else is on my nerves? There's nothing in the blogosphere worth writing about today. I'm over on the technical side, doing a lot of commenting over at Slashdot, and with my old private online community.
Blaah...
Oh, and one more thing, if Hunter S. Thompson was so friken important, than we would all immediately know the blogger that most resembles him. I think him killing himself showed exactly... I'm uncharitable about this guy. BFD.
And another thing, I was really feeling angry last night and I found that it really destroyed my virtual killing. I think this the first time where I really desired to hurt people by shooting their avatars in Halo2 to take out my real world frustrations. It absolutely destroyed my game, I dropped rank.
Posted by mbowen at February 22, 2005 09:59 AM
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I've never been a parent. Kids must be a tremendous blessing. Then again, I'm glad that when I go over to my sister's place and play with the two preschool nephews, I don't have to deal with them 24/7.
Posted by: Scott Ferguson at February 22, 2005 10:37 AM
Well I did get a mac mini. And my Itune downloaded the title to my beatles 1 CD. Of course there we multiple choices that all said beatles 1. And the one I picked was in Japenese of course and i have no way to undo it.
MAc mini is sweet, mainly for the unix server part if you are comfortable with linux then there is nothing compelling.
Posted by: Scott at February 22, 2005 11:19 AM
You've said how old your kids are, but I don't remember. I used to keep a set of art supplies my daughter didn't have or a craft project or something handy for times when she needed to occupy herself. I read somewhere when she was very small that boredom is unexpressed creativity and I think that must be true. Not the same as ants-in-the-pants, however, and if that's the problem you do have to wait for the rain to go.
Posted by: Laura at February 23, 2005 05:20 AM
My what generation changes there are. When I was a kid growing up I was NEVER bored. The word was not even in my vocabulary! We had so much to do. Rain was an almost daily thing in New Orleans. So rain coats for every season and galoshes (as we called rain boots) allowed us to splash in puddles and occasionally have gutter water spill over the tops of very high boots. Kids have too many things to entertain them and so don't have the dozens of games(made up ones) we created. We'd create plays, make costumes out of crepe paper. Perform on front porches useing the "front" room as a backstage. Or we'd perform in back yards behind bedspreads to keep out the unwanted. We played marbles and there were different kinds of marble games to play with different sized marbles. Hide and go seek was called "fate". Who knows why? Hand games, paper doll dressing. Dolls and dresses were paper. Coloring books galore. Bingo, chinese checkers, regular checkers,dominos,telling stories. I was the reader before going to school time when the kids gathered at my house before school. Jump rope, hopscotch, cow boys and indians (our own version). Take one giant step.
Oh that was red light green light. The list is endless and so was the fun we enjoyed. But as you can see most of these games were out of doors and the rest we played in door when it rained. And there was no TV until high school.
WoW now I know why they call them the good old days. Mom
Posted by: Anonymous at February 24, 2005 09:52 AM