Something I wrote in the rain

The rain, it does not bother me. I've even been known to tell people that I am allergic to umbrellas. I can think of few reasons to carry an umbrella through all kinds of weather. The only thing that annoys me is wet paper and books. I hav eonly once been so wet that I never thought I would dry out again. Don't take this to be some sort of tribute to rain and moisture and wetness, though, please don't do that. I prefer dryness, but I just do not mind the wet as much as others. Cold and wet though, is a different story. Every time I get hit with a freezing raindrop I feel like someone is playing my bones like a percussion instrument.

Cliche

Up late, having a good time for bad reasons. I don't know what it is with me finding songs I like to listen to over and over and over when it's late as hell.

RUINATION, AHOY!

To preface this post, I have found a few images from Google Image Search that were pulled up with the terms "ruin" and "ruination". Sadly, none of these accurately reflect what this post is about: The fact that their may be ruination of the academic variety ahead, in my future, the startlingly near future.













I missed my first class this morning because my alarm didn't go off. My computer is my alarm (Foobar2000 is set up to do this). I have learned from this mistake, and am now using my cell phone as a backup alarm. I had a chemistry quiz, which I thought I was going to fail miserably, but managed to answer every single question on it, so the results cannot be too terrible; in fact, they may even be good. Ruination is being staved nicely so far.

Oh, also aced my computer ethics quiz tonight. Boy, did I overprepare for that. 2 True / False questions. Lots of awesome people in that class, and but a single undesirable element, who is also highly entertaining. O, how it shall be.

Foobar2000 is so awesome that nothing else really matters. 

This is something I wrote a while ago

I was not entirely "myself" at the time of writing this, and it kind of rambles on. Oh well, maybe someone will get a kick out of it. I thought I'd put it up here before I deleted the text file from my PC. I like it better on the internet anyway.

These fucking people on BET are terrible. They're sucking the life out of the poor black religious community by putting these commercials on a blacks only channel. Yes, I said commercials, because that's what they are. This is not spiritual guidance. It's people with no talent, singing pied piper songs to the poor black rats of the communities to get them to throw their money at the television screen. The singers have no talent, as their God is the almighty dollar sign. This woman here is a piece of woman waste. She is money hungry, unable to sing, with an old face covered by makeup. I cannot believe someone would desecrate something that is sacred to so many by using it to sap and leech money from the underclassed, the former slaves? I hate these men. This man Pastor RObert Tilton, who is only reading passages from the bible that support his "give my 'church' money" mantra. They think they're giving these people help, but they're doing nothing. It disturbs me so bad that he can't go 3 minutes without mentioning "Go to the phones" and "give a donation." These are not "vows of faith" as mister tilton so crisply says. These are giveaways that reveal the ignorance of the american people and their love for "God". This makes me wonder, people say the bible is the best book there is. What if this is a good book, and a good guide to how to get rich quick? That's the way it seems. People need God. If you can sell them god with shitty pamphlets like "how to pay your bills supernaturally, you've done well. This is so disgusting. How can they say that "by making a vow to god and faithfully paying that vow, you will learn to combat poverty." That is a direct quote. If this message goes out to who it is intended to, these people will put their money into this "church" and it's money that could better be used to better their lives directly. How can he be telling these people to send the money in "today" with eyebrows raised, and then show him and his nasty singing bitch wife praying over some fake , obviously fake stock letters that are supposed to be all their "vows pf faith". This Robert Tilton is a terrible person, but he has a nice way of life set up here. One based on lying. I hope he doesn't believe in god. if he does, he surely knows that he's going to hell. This guy's formula is as follows: Take the bible's passages that talk about worship and praising and giving to the lord. Change the name of God to Robert Tilton, and you're all set.


el shaddai indeed.

The End

Day Can't Get Me Down

I woke up this afternoon at 4:45. I had class at 5pm, so this was not what I would consider a good thing. I grabbed a gatorate, put a meatball sandwich in the other hand, and walked outside. What happened when I got outside was unexpected: it was like a heatwave, mixed with a blizzard, mixed with torrential downpour - only the opposite of these things. It was the nicest day I had seen in a long time. At this point, I made a decision: I wasn't going to let today get me down. I ended up missing that class; I was 20 minutes late, and it wasn't in the class listed on my schedule, but that is ok. On the way back to my car from my failed attempt at attending the class, I growled "fuck." But that's as far as I'm letting it go. This day won't be getting me down.

I've been home for almost THREE HOURS

And I've spent the vast majority of this time organizing my music collection, and making sure I have album art for everything. I would say 95% of my albums have their art now, and the ones that don't are simply impossible to find.

Say, does anyone know of a program that will give me a nice looking html file if I tell it where to locate my music folders? I've tried finding one in the past, but I really don't know where to start.

I'm procrastinating.

At least I'm REALIZING it early, this time. I saw a funny name on soulseek.



"What Piracy?"

Reflection on the Weather and Involuntary Action

On days like today, I grit my teeth. Not necessarily because it is useful, but because it is usually necessary to keep my teeth from chattering. It is involuntary. This makes my usually sulky "walking face" into one that is little more than a grinning brown skull. My heart beats with increasing speed as I write this; such quickening is useless to me, simply a reaction to persons with faces long unvisited by my eyes. But, like the terrible grin I make in the damp cold, I have little choice but to go along with the flow. My mind cries no as my body stubbornly growls yes, and makes such things happen. So many things in life follow this same crooked antilogic.

I'm in a great mood so far; Don't fuck it up!

Do NOT ruin this mood. I'm in a pretty good mood so far, and it's just after 9am. I sense great things ahead. As I am in a great mood, I thought I would share a bit of my thoughts and things I am "up on" with the internet by medium of web log. Bloc Party is way cool, way cool, way cool. They have a new album called Silent Alarm, out today I think. There a few good songs from them to download free, legally, here. This morning I was coming home from class and I started to think that perhaps there are a lot more sermons on the radio these days, or maybe I'm just noticing them more. In either case, there seem to be more, and they are annoying me. The radio is worthless most of the time, which is why Scan is an awesome feature and no car radio is complete without it.

Oh yeah, I saw Sage Francis!

Twice, this weekend. We saw him in Philadelphia and followed him to Baltimore the next night. The Philadelphia show was ok, but I missed a great deal more than half of the performance on stage because of tall motherfuckers and loud motherfuckers. It became really annoying, especially when these drunk guys decided they wanted to crowd surf and be loud and terrible during a few spoken word pieces by Sage. I yelled at them. The last few minutes were great though. A ton of fools left before the encore, and I met Varick Pyr, who produced Bridle and is an internet celebrity.

The Baltimore show was a hell of a lot better. The crowd was friendlier, and far more receptive to the artists on stage. We got to talk to MC Squared for a few minutes, and he was quite cool. On the way home, I found myself wondering about life on other planets. I believe that there must be life on other planets, simply because there is life on this planet. As rare as it is that the right conditions for life were met here, the universe is vast enough for those conditions to be met somewhere else. It was believed that there was nothing on the other side of the Atlantic, but exploration proved that idea wrong.

Dreams and Sleeping

It occurred to me that people would be a lot more reluctant to sleep if dreaming wasn't as good as reality. When reality is really good or has the potential to be really good, sleep isn't that interesting. Also, when you are afraid of sleeping (rare, but possible because of recurring nightmares), consciousness seems a lot more desirable. Do not ask me to explain insomnia, because I have no real clue how that works. However, sleep kicks ass because it isn't reality and a dream is often a good thing. Sleep is an escape from a bland reality, a place where anything can happen. Who cares that it's all inside our heads? Had we never experienced consciousness at all, we would never know that it's all inside our heads, or even that we have heads in the real sense. The dream would be our reality.

Anyway, sleep is awesome. Like a bonus round. If I had more things in my life that were immediately interesting and seemed worth being conscious for, I would spend less time sleeping, I imagine. The body allows us to dream and keeps dreams awesome because sleep is totally important. It is a cookie manufactured by our body to coerce us into giving it what it needs.

This is a picture of me being gay. Thank you, Hello, Blogger, and Picasa for making this so simple. Thank you, Google.

A Good List Of Windows XP Tweaks

I'm doing some of these right now.

Beginners Guides: 99 Performance Tips for WindowsXP - PCStats.com

My eyebrows are thick and dark,

My mouth is full of venom
My body is covered in hair
And my heart is so empty, so very empty
That it is a vacuum
A vacuum that sucks at the hearts of others
And tries to consume their happiness
But it cannot ever be happy
Even so, it still tries to gain happiness from this cannibalism
Secretly it knows how futile it is

(That my friends, is how to properly write a gothic livejournal entry.)

So we have these Dare brand Maple Creme cookies. I ate two. Then I looked at the nutrition facts and saw that they have like 6% of the daily recommended saturated fat, and some other stuff. And then I saw that the serving size was ONE cookie, which as you can see, is not very big. Then I ate the one in my hand for good measure. Kind of delicious.

So You Want a Hard Drive in Your PS2?

EDIT 2-22-05: I helped a friend out with this and we successfully installed a 250 GB Maxtor drive in his PS2, the L01R250. Just so you all know, these work too. They are on sale this week (until February 26th) at CompUSA for 99.99 USD, which is 70 dollars less than their normal price. So if you have not done this yet and need a hell of a lot of space, I can recommend this.

Ok. Let's get down to business. Here's what you'll need:

• A Hard Drive! - Maxtor drives work the best. According to this chart, the Maxtor 6Y120P0 has had the highest success rate of all drives, and fits the easiest, et cetera. However, it will only hold 120 GB worth of games; most games are around 4 GB, so you'll be limited to around 30 Games for this drive. The earlier versions of the software needed to use the HD only support drives up to this size, but the newest releases can utilize drives that hold up to 200 GB. Only a regular IDE drive will work with the PS2. One can use another brand of drive, but then some tampering with the PS2 Network Adapter may be necessary. I went with the 6Y120P0 - bought it on eBay for $71.50 US including shipping. It fit perfectly, and has been hassle free so far (I've had this doohickey set up for about two weeks).

• PS2 Network Adapter - I have one of the old-school network adapters as can be seen in the picture. Unlike the new one, it has a jack for a modem line as well as ethernet You need the official kind that hooks onto the back of the PS2: This is the ONLY way you can install a hard drive to your PS2. Looks like they are less than $30 on eBay. I think they're around $40 new.

• Software to let you use the drive - Ok, this is pretty straightforward. You need a disc that you can use in the PS2 to let you load the games. This is something that needs to be purchased, unless your PS2 is already modded. But that's not what we're talking about here. We're talking about a PS2 that is unmodded, and will remain as such, but will be able to play "backups." I bought a copy of HDAdvance 2.0 from Consolepoint - 30.59 shipped. No problems or complaints whatsoever about the product or the retailer.

• WinHIIP - Use Google to search for and download this program. Please do not tell me this is a difficult task. You will want this program if you are transferring backup images from your PC to the PS2.

• USB Hard Drive Enclosure - I got a cheap but functional one from newegg.com (link to product). $29.99 with free shipping! You will want this if you are transferring backup images from your PC to the PS2.

• PS2 - Ok yeah this won't work with the PSTwo. Sorry.
  

Ok, so let's see: $71.50 for the HD, $30 for the PS2 Adapter, $30.59 for the HD Advance 2.0 Software, and 29.99 for the HD Enclosure. That's $162.08, for those of you counting. Now that you have purchased everything you need and it's all shipped and everything and out of boxes and shit, let's get to work.

• This is what your PS2 should look like from the front. If it's not looking like this, you have a problem that I must not be able to help with. Do not pass go, do not collect 200 Dollars. Sorry.

• Your new Maxtor Drive.

• A good look at business end of the network adapter. You can clearly see where the IDE and power cable from the hard drive will go (lower right and lower left sockets, respectively).
  

• All of our friends together.
  

• If you purchased a Maxtor drive as recommended, your Network adapter and drive should slide together very easily, as pictured above. See how comfortable that looks?

• Slide the Adapter coupled with the HD into the PS2 as shown...and then secure it with the screws.

Ok, so that's about it if you're just backing up games to the PS2 HD. Just pop in a game, choose "convert" and wait for it to finish transferring to the disc. This will not work for dual layer games I hear. You need to first back up the image to your computer, then use another program to send that image to the PS2 Hard Drive. And this is one of the reasons one would use the HD Enclosure and WinHIIP program. Let's go over that now.

• This is the enclosure when it's all closed up. It looks decent, but this sort of case is made for a drive that will be staying in the case all the time. Our drive will be in the case for only a few minutes, while data is being transferred to it from the PC. Therefore, it's more efficient to open it up and have it be ugly, like this:
  

Yup.

• This is the drive working hard and being awesome and picking up hot hot games.

So now that our drive is connected to the PC, let's go through the WinHIIP motions:

• Open WinHIIP
  
  

• Select the PS2 Drive
  
  

• Click "Add Image(s)"
  
  

• Find the image file you're looking for...
  
  

• Click Start...
  
  

• Enter the name of the game
  
  

• The game will begin transferring to the PS2 HD
  
  

Once you've transferred the game(s), you can just plug the HD back into the PS2 and load it up.

Have fun.

Sleep should be bullshit

I do not have time to sleep. I wish I could eliminate the need for sleep. 1/3 of a day is generally devoted to rest. That is a lot of time that could be used doing other stuff. Alas, sleep is necessary. Tonight, I will try to cheat this though.

Dearest Caffeine: Be Mine.

I am pretty fucking hip

I just wanted to make a post about what it's like to be hip, and how I feel about being hip. I feel I am hipper than a large percentage of people in my age group (probably more than half), as I know about things in the music, film, and technology world before they go to the fucking dogs. That's right, I said it. I feel I am hipper than most people my age and it seriously annoys me when something that I consider awesome and to be rather exclusive goes on to impress the lowest common denominator. I hate to lose cool music and movies to idiots, because that makes me feel as though they are less cool. I am glad however, that I was able to absorb whatever goodness was exuded by such things long before the others caught on. I love being hip (Or hep if you prefer. I like hep. I'll start using that word, because it's basically out of use. This in itself is hip [hep].). I love my hep friends, we are pretty damn hep together and we talk about hep things and stuff. I do not dress hep however. I am not keen on fashion, and I feel like I am behind, or actually adjacent to the curve in the fashion respect (I do not generally wear what is cool to most people; fuck a doo rag and long white tees), but that does not bother me. I am comfortable in my elitism. I am glad that I am not too elite to enjoy some things, but elite enough to discover things before they start to suck. And believe me, when undesirable people discover things that were once cool, they really do begin to suck.



Oh Lord, I am such an asshole.

This is what my shit is all about right now:

• Cold Coffee
• Warm Pizza
• Working too many late hours
• Not having enough time to study
• Not having enough free time
• Not having enough time for a regular 8 hour night of sleep
  
• Conversations that leave me feeling broken
• I am the weakest bitch in the history of the world

Hate hate hate hate hate hate hate