i’m sitting here surrounded by machines. 2 TiPBs (Titanium Powerbooks for the uninitiated) and a spanking new ibook. sadly only one Ti PB is mine, the other i’m setting up for os x as well as the ibook. by virture of the longest use, i have become the de facto master of X. for want of better thrills, i’m sitting here surrounded by 4 monitors, two attached to my machine. i’ve found it easier to work this way one of palettes and extraneous windows and one for the actual work.
i should stop stroking my inner geek. although there is not much for me to do as the apps install and update.
i did find a couple of interesting links this evening:
the winners of the world stupidity awards
full lenght versions of all those samples from your favourite hip hop tracks
the simplified spelling society
and finally the encyclopedia of unusual sexual practices
“WHAT DO YOU GET IF YOU MULTIPLY SIX BY NINE”
that’s good. code keeps the site up to date. (apologies to all the ben hur fans)
thank you for the swift and effective update to the site, solving all my link problems.
i’m in a fairly good mood, late lunch and all. i’m in the process of carving my domain. not as bad as it sounds, just setting up the machines how i want them, organising the fonts, i’m thinking now is the time to make the switch to os x in the office as well. but that’s going to have to be done over the weekend.
i’m realising there will be fewer opportunities for mid day post and movie watching, everyone is pretty much accountable to me and all the goddamn meetings i could do without. how am i supposed to create?
nevermind, rhethorical question…
here is your afternoon moment of zen
need to get back to work, i just had to thank tiroteo for his amazing work on the site.
i have now officially been appointed creative director, no pay raise, no perks, just the title. still feels good and my tattoo guy signed on. i’ve been looking forward to working with him for a while. let’s see how this goes. in the meantime here is a joke that a friend sent me:
The angel Gabriel came to the Lord and said, “I have to talk to you. I have some West Indians up here in Heaven who are causing some problems. They are swinging on the Pearly Gates, my horn is missing, jerk sauce and curry are all over their robes; hamhocks, cowheel, chicken feet and pigtail bones are all over the streets of Gold; some folk are walking around with one wing, they have been late taking their turn in keeping the stairway to heaven clean, there are watermelon seeds all over the clouds, some aren’t even wearing their halos, saying it doesn’t fit with their hairstyles.” The Lord said, “I made them special, as I did you, my angel. Heaven is home to all my children. If you really want to know about problems, let’s call the Devil.” The Devil answered the phone, “Hello? What the….!, hold on one minute.” The Devil returned to the phone and said, “Hello Lord, what can I do for you?” The Lord replied, “Tell me what kind of problems you are having down there.” The Devil said, “Wait one minute,” and put the Lord on hold. After 5 minutes he returned to the phone, and said “Okay, I’m back. What was the question?” The Lord said, “What kind of problems are you having down there?” Devil said, “Man, I don’t beli…..hold on, Lord”. This time the Devil was gone for 15 minutes. The Devil returned and said, “I’m sorry Lord, I can’t talk right now. These West Indians put the fire out, and now they are trying to install air conditioning!”
i’ll be back with more updates as the day progresses. with great power, comes great responsibility.
it’s monday morning, astoundingly i’m relaxed and ready to face the day, for those you that aren’t here are a couple of eye openers.
the biniki (or butt bra)
another martha joke (it’s not mean, and i’ll tire of these links soon, so enjoy it while it lasts)
john gilmore vs the federal government & the airline industry (a very interesting read)
and finally for all my super geek friends – the magic cube 4d
have a good day, i’ll be back.
i’m not a huge cricket fan, i stopped watching west indies cricket sometime in the mid 80s. i have a policy when sports start bring tears to your eyes, it’s time to stop. the wi cricket team, of late, is one of these teams, that always seems to have all the resources and everything in their grasp but at the last moment, completely screw themselves.
i’m the process of looking for jobs, both for vic and myself. i’ve expanded the search to canada. there must be a job somewhere in the world for me. actually the job is not the problem, it’s the passport. as the global marketplace expands, borders seem to close, especially if you’re a third world resident. with the exception of the uk, there is almost nowhere in the world, that a trinidadian passport that can get you without jumping through a large number of hoops. what’s interesting is that it’s a cakewalk for people travelling in the other direction. even travelling within the caribbean is an exercise in pulling teeth. us citizens can travel to barbados with any form of photo id, not so for any of their caribbean neighbours. life is funny sometimes.
now the news:
Is Lying About The Reason For War An Impeachable Offense?
‘secretary’ comes to australia (love this movie)
and your moment of zen compliments wal-mart
thank you and good night
the rains are here and i think they are here to stay. the skies are grey, and it rained all morning. it’s a lovely thing to wake up to the sound of rain thundering down on your roof. it hasn’t done much for the heat. i’m sitting around in my boxers, the sweat pouring off my body.
i was watching the mtv movie awards at a friends this morning and there were a couple things that bothered me…
first – Tatu, could that performance be any more manufactured? i watched them and their entourage of women (some of whom appeared to have left school about the same time i did) in school girl uniforms, gyrate and ham it up for the audience. maybe something is right with me, but if it was supposed to titillate, it didn’t i just thought none of the gay women i know behave like that. it was just a show for the desperate young men who think the jiggle of a bra less breast or the hint of a hardening nipple is the holy grail.
which brings me to my second point, is there a shortage of bras in hollywood? or is it just to help mtv?
on to my third and final point, this is going to be long, so sit back and get comfortable…
what is it about dressing children, especially prepubescent girls like $2 crack whores and their pimps?
these are little children, they don’t need to make hipster pants and bra tops in their sizes, because they lack either and if they do have them they should not be on display. over the last couple of days i’ve noticed this disturbing trend, from the little 8 year old who showed for a casting in an (i do no lie) off the shoulder midriff top, denim mini and thigh high boots, to some little girl who won an award on the show in hipster pants that she had to keep pulling up because, you have no hips yet, little girl. sigh. maybe i’m old fashioned, but i have two girls. i’m not advocating bubbles and frilly smocks. i’m advocating comfort and childhood. jeans, tshirts, shorts, vests. the occasionally pretty dress when the occasion calls for it.
my mother used to tell me, that it wasn’t so much delinquent children as delinquent parents. and i tend to agree, how can you dress you child like that? how can you willingly look at your child and think – hey, she looks like a small version of me, that’s good. IT’S NOT! this is not your younger sister or a barbie doll. this is a child, to which you as a parent bear some responsibility.
and this is not just about the girls either, do you think dressing them like little thugs has no effect on their behaviour?
sigh, the people that need to read this will never see it, but i just needed to get it off my chest.
i’m going to give this movie my undivided attention, i’ll be back later with links and your moment of zen.
just got back from see the matrix reloaded again. it was as much fun the second time around. it was a lovely end to a lovely evening. i went and had dinner and a beer with k, then we went off to the movies. all evening i’ve been wondering what vic’s been up to and talking about her constantly. it’s nice to be able to talk to someone who understands and doesn’t just roll their eyes and think here he goes again.
i really should be sleeping, i have the call for this shoot in about 5 hours. i’m addicted, not really, it’s just posting gives me an opportunity to clear my mind. it’s like a reset button, i can channel all my distress or any thing i’m obsessing about here and as you can tell i obsess a lot.
i’ve been noticing a change in the quality of my spam of late, i used to get tons and tons of porn, now my spam is mostly about penis or breast enlargement, viagra or the most amusing of all rogaine. i need none of these products and if i did why would i buy them from people who can’t spell far less put a proper sentence together. there was no point to that, it’s just one of the things i obsess about.
i was talking to k tonight about really funny animation online and i realised she still hadn’t seen weeeeee! by threebrain (so k this is especially for you and for anyone else who’s never seen it go now!) we were also discussing our love for mittens & snowdrop, little goth girl, mr. snaffleburger and samurai lapin and you can see all of these at the other side and for all of you that become fans, there are images for LJ and avatars as well.
knock yourselves out. keifel go bye bye.
bush: ‘we’ll reveal the truth’ (and if you believe that i have a bridge to sell you, politicians lie, it’s in the job description)
pride month news: (in)justice dept. bans event by gay staff
and face off of the week: o’reilly vs franken (winner on points – franken)
be back later with a further wrap up.
so my tattoo guy came today for the interview, my boss is pleased. if we can just compromise on what we can pay, we’re on like socks. the kind of work i think we can produce is fucking amazing. we can play off each other’s strengths. we can change the face of advertising in the country (mwah hah ha ha ha) and then the world (equally sinister laugh here)
an observation on html and characters i usually put the sinster laughter in between the great than and less that symbols but i just remembered that in html those are used as instruction markers, so i have to settle for regular brackets. (just a little geek knowledge.)
on with our story…
i still haven’t done a lick of work for the morning, too busy watching roger dodger and making last minute arrangements for the shoot in the morning. it is amazing the amount of time that’s spent preparing, planning, organising what will well turn into 3 minutes of actually shooting.
i also realised that my spelling is terrible, i should be ashamed, but i’m not really, just appalled, i’ll trying to do a better job of it in the future. in a what could be construed as a sign vic got a memo about taking time off from work upon her return today. we’ve decided we’re not backing down, she’s coming to see me one way or another, it’s been far too long. we’ll burn that bridge when we get to it.
as he was leaving today the tattoo guy asked me if i was coming around to get more ink this weekend. my back is healing quite nicely and i’m thinking i should just get it continue a-pace, i have nothing else on the plate this weekend. no formula one, no parties, nada.
i have darren’s machine which i’ll get organised tonight but otherwise i have diddly squat to do all weekend. invitations for lunch, dinner, movies are all welcome.
now back to your regularly scheduled programme…
doubles are a uniquely trinidad delicay made of channa (chickpeas) wrapped in barra (lightly fried… tortilla… would probably the best description). because of where i live and work and their proximity to each other it’s almost impossible to get one, much less a good one. i haven’t had a good doubles in weeks.
i’m balancing how much cash i have, how much i need to travel and get me through the day, how much needs to be done this morning at work and how difficult it is for me to detour to go and get some doubles. i tire of the pastries from the bakery downstairs my office.
my cashflow at the moment is somewhat strained, waiting on the annual report (project from hell from about a week ago) cash to come in and we have to reselect models for the shoot this weekend per my boss’ insturctions. somehow i think doubles are out. i should actually be getting ready for work as we speak, but here i am blogging and checking my mail.
i would really rather stay home and work this morning (actually i just want to stay home) but we’ve got preproduction on this weekend’s shoot and a couple of shoots over the next couple of weeks. sigh. and the interview.
i’m going to get going, while i can stil convince myself but before i go, here is your moment of zen
