A-10
2.4.2k6
Only this: There is a warthog at the Oakland Zoo.
Tonight - The Homestead. Folsom & 19th.
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!
See also this warthog.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Becket
2.3.2k6
Fer better or worse, computers are quite crucial to my life. Communication, entertainment, research, news, "relaxation," and my CAREER have computers as the key component. I'm really happy with my home computer setup. I got a slick, fast, feature-rich PowerBook that runs a fantastic operating system. I got a huge storage drive that currently has about 50 days-worth of music. And I got a phone, a camera and another gadget that play nicely with the computer.
I'm not having the same joy with my work computer. Sure it's fast and the applications work as they're intended to, but dealing with the Windows OS has always bummed me out. Recently there's one particular thing about the Windows experience that kills me: The "Windows Button."
If you don't know of the "Windows Button," it's fairly simply explained. One button to the left and to the right of the spacebar is the "Windows Button." Pressing it one gets booted out of the application they are in and presented with the "Start Menu" that contains shortcuts to applications. Ok, on the surface it's a fine idea. A hard-wired shortcut that MS knows by god that its customers NEED. Realistically, though, it sucks. It sucks because when one augments their primary input device (in my case a Wacom pressure-sensitive graphics tablet and stylus) with the keyboard to quickly change tools, the "Windows Button" is strategically located to get in the way. My work demands attention, concentration, focus and precision. I cannot afford to break concentration by looking down at my keyboard, let alone be totally derailed by accidentally touching the "Windows Button" when trying to press CTL or ALT and being presented with a shortcut to MY DOCUMENTS. It's retarded. It needs to go.
So I'm putting a call out to a List Member. I can't remember who it was but they had a kid. A clever kid. A young lad that will be going places in his life. This kid modified his daddy's computer's keyboard. And I'm talkin' CUSTOM mod. And with a non-standard tool: His SHOE! This kid extracted the Z key from his dad's computer with his shoe. I need to rent that kid and his shoe to get over here and rid me of this "Windows Button."
Will no one rid me of this meddlesome button?
Tonight - Latin American Club.
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!
BART-friendly!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
2.3.2k6
Fer better or worse, computers are quite crucial to my life. Communication, entertainment, research, news, "relaxation," and my CAREER have computers as the key component. I'm really happy with my home computer setup. I got a slick, fast, feature-rich PowerBook that runs a fantastic operating system. I got a huge storage drive that currently has about 50 days-worth of music. And I got a phone, a camera and another gadget that play nicely with the computer.
I'm not having the same joy with my work computer. Sure it's fast and the applications work as they're intended to, but dealing with the Windows OS has always bummed me out. Recently there's one particular thing about the Windows experience that kills me: The "Windows Button."
If you don't know of the "Windows Button," it's fairly simply explained. One button to the left and to the right of the spacebar is the "Windows Button." Pressing it one gets booted out of the application they are in and presented with the "Start Menu" that contains shortcuts to applications. Ok, on the surface it's a fine idea. A hard-wired shortcut that MS knows by god that its customers NEED. Realistically, though, it sucks. It sucks because when one augments their primary input device (in my case a Wacom pressure-sensitive graphics tablet and stylus) with the keyboard to quickly change tools, the "Windows Button" is strategically located to get in the way. My work demands attention, concentration, focus and precision. I cannot afford to break concentration by looking down at my keyboard, let alone be totally derailed by accidentally touching the "Windows Button" when trying to press CTL or ALT and being presented with a shortcut to MY DOCUMENTS. It's retarded. It needs to go.
So I'm putting a call out to a List Member. I can't remember who it was but they had a kid. A clever kid. A young lad that will be going places in his life. This kid modified his daddy's computer's keyboard. And I'm talkin' CUSTOM mod. And with a non-standard tool: His SHOE! This kid extracted the Z key from his dad's computer with his shoe. I need to rent that kid and his shoe to get over here and rid me of this "Windows Button."
Will no one rid me of this meddlesome button?
Tonight - Latin American Club.
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!
BART-friendly!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Tony & Lee's
2.2.2k6
I was reading craigslist's events page this morning, as I do every morning, and a very strange listing caught my eye. Have a look: link.
I tell ya, I was thinking the very same thing! I often use the herky-jerky, run/walk, trip, slide and general look of a drunk leaving a bar to puke on a dumpster 'round back when I'm soberly walking to the bus depot. I do it for kicks. I do it to make myself laugh. I've forgotten how rewarding it is do do when actually smashed. It's how the whole thing got started: My roommate Phil and I went to a bar in Chicago and got into a heated pool tournament with a toothless, midget Eskimo named Adolph (no lie) and in the process I got so tanked I not only puked on the dumpster I puked on the El on the way home. yay!
The way the evenings have been lately tonight should be great! I hate to say it, but a TNSC meeting should be held outdoors in weather like this. Who feels like drunk-scuttling? I know I do.
Tonight - Zeitgeist.
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
2.2.2k6
I was reading craigslist's events page this morning, as I do every morning, and a very strange listing caught my eye. Have a look: link.
I tell ya, I was thinking the very same thing! I often use the herky-jerky, run/walk, trip, slide and general look of a drunk leaving a bar to puke on a dumpster 'round back when I'm soberly walking to the bus depot. I do it for kicks. I do it to make myself laugh. I've forgotten how rewarding it is do do when actually smashed. It's how the whole thing got started: My roommate Phil and I went to a bar in Chicago and got into a heated pool tournament with a toothless, midget Eskimo named Adolph (no lie) and in the process I got so tanked I not only puked on the dumpster I puked on the El on the way home. yay!
The way the evenings have been lately tonight should be great! I hate to say it, but a TNSC meeting should be held outdoors in weather like this. Who feels like drunk-scuttling? I know I do.
Tonight - Zeitgeist.
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, February 02, 2006
DIXN
2.1.2k6
I was coming across the bridge the other morning and the casual carpool driver's car had some bad shocks so while Jughead was super funny I had to put down my Archie's Pals and Gals Feb '06 issue because I just couldn't concentrate. (I've been known to boot from reading in the back seat of a bouncy car and I didn't want to out myself as being a total puss in front of strangers.) So I stared out the window instead and listened to the driver's preference radio station: An all-day salute to German Waltzes.
I always play "What's for breakfast" while coming across the bridge in the morning. That's where you look out the window and you try to guess what the next driver is scarfing down. Most often it's coffee or a bagel but sometimes it's fruit. Occasionally it's a breakfast burrito or yogurt. One time I saw a guy eating chicken legs and throwing the bones out the window. Fun.
I also like to try to memorize license plates. Geez I have a great time. I tend to get thrown off by vanity plates because instead of memorizing them I try to figure them out. Some are easy and lame: "DEBZGTI" or "RAYDRZ." Others are
easy and annoying: "PETAGAL." Then there are the curious ones. I started figuring on what the white Accord was thinking when he got the vanity plate "NOSHRTZ." I had a couple guesses. He was a Team USA women's soccer fan or an avid titty-bar patron. I was distracted when another car then went by with a "CUBSWN" plate. I couldn't figure what it meant. I'm sure it wasn't grounded in reality.
It's not often when I get a second chance to think of a plate but with "NOSHRTZ" I did. I was walking from the drop-off to the office that morning when I passed "NOSHIRTS" guy getting out of the Accord, having just parked it. "NOSHRTZ?" I asked. "I play a lot of pick-up basketball," he said. Figured. STUPID.
Tonight - Route 101.
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!
Have a happy Super Sunday!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
2.1.2k6
I was coming across the bridge the other morning and the casual carpool driver's car had some bad shocks so while Jughead was super funny I had to put down my Archie's Pals and Gals Feb '06 issue because I just couldn't concentrate. (I've been known to boot from reading in the back seat of a bouncy car and I didn't want to out myself as being a total puss in front of strangers.) So I stared out the window instead and listened to the driver's preference radio station: An all-day salute to German Waltzes.
I always play "What's for breakfast" while coming across the bridge in the morning. That's where you look out the window and you try to guess what the next driver is scarfing down. Most often it's coffee or a bagel but sometimes it's fruit. Occasionally it's a breakfast burrito or yogurt. One time I saw a guy eating chicken legs and throwing the bones out the window. Fun.
I also like to try to memorize license plates. Geez I have a great time. I tend to get thrown off by vanity plates because instead of memorizing them I try to figure them out. Some are easy and lame: "DEBZGTI" or "RAYDRZ." Others are
easy and annoying: "PETAGAL." Then there are the curious ones. I started figuring on what the white Accord was thinking when he got the vanity plate "NOSHRTZ." I had a couple guesses. He was a Team USA women's soccer fan or an avid titty-bar patron. I was distracted when another car then went by with a "CUBSWN" plate. I couldn't figure what it meant. I'm sure it wasn't grounded in reality.
It's not often when I get a second chance to think of a plate but with "NOSHRTZ" I did. I was walking from the drop-off to the office that morning when I passed "NOSHIRTS" guy getting out of the Accord, having just parked it. "NOSHRTZ?" I asked. "I play a lot of pick-up basketball," he said. Figured. STUPID.
Tonight - Route 101.
Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!
Have a happy Super Sunday!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
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