To the best of my knowledge, the hurricane missed us completely. I was sort of sleeping through most of the festivities. I awoke to find that it was a touch gusty yesterday, and that is that. Now I’m sorry I even bothered mentioning it.

Yesterday I sat around editing 10 minutes of pretty weird video into a only slightly weirder 1 minute video. This is all for the audio portion of a 3D group project and is incredibly boring to read about. The group picked my edit. Go me. Umm…. NEXT.

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas was one of those movies that I certainly should have seen a long time ago but hadn’t. I watched it last night. Wow. It’s fairly overwhelming. Screening it at 3am doesn’t help much.

I’ve restarted my diet. This is a quarterly exercise where I eat rather well for a month or so. At around mid-semester, the stress ruins everything, and I resume eating garbage. I’m not currently a beef mess, but I’d like to get down to a weight where I could get away with one of those cool “Thug Life” tattoos on my stomach. I have to look good for my woman, and if there’s one thing Cacie approves of, it is me expressing my fictionalized urban roots.

I miss her so much.

In this post I put up a link to a music video for a song about Silence of the Lambs. It rubs the lotion on its skin…

Right now we’re sort of waiting to see what is going to happen with this tropical storm. I live out on the islands in Savannah so flooding is apparently a major issue. I’m not sure what to expect given my limited experience with living a foot above sea level. Last year was a breeze, but this is THE YEAR OF THE HURRICANE. Que cera. School has been called off for today, which is a little troubling.

On Saturday we had a small Texas Hold’em game. I won my entry money back, which is good enough for me. Adam sucked. Hard.

I’ve added some character and layout drawings to my portfolio, and the photo gallery is still being updated every couple of days.

Tiny TV reviews:

Lost - CPR doesn’t do that. Also neat.

Battlefield Earth - I came in halfway, and I’m a few years late to this party… So feral hill people can learn to fly Harrier jets by spending a week or so training on flight simulators which I assume were being powered by magic given that the gas required to run the backup generators would have run out 1,000 years ago. The munitions and aforementioned jets also lasted 1,000 years, as did an atomic bomb. A map to Fort Knox is left in a fairly obvious place in Washington DC.

Actually… here are the last two paragraphs of a plot synopsis of the novel reprinted here. This stuff was only alluded to in the film. Frankly, I’m disappointed they didn’t make the movie 30 minutes longer.

Then, in an audacious financial transaction to blackmail himself out of captivity, Terl “sells” Earth to Jonnie’s bitter competitor, and—unaware that Psychlo no longer exists—blasts off haplessly into oblivion, leaving his teleportation apparatus behind. Things get even stranger when an interplanetary banker appears, claiming Earth as collateral on a multi-trillion dollar Psychlo loan, now in obvious default.

Realizing that Earth is in dire jeopardy, and defenseless against a galaxy of alien civilizations ready to take over the “bankrupt” Earth, Jonnie rapidly learns economic, social and political skills, which turn out to be more powerful than any weapon Earth could wield against these potential foreign invaders. To this end, Jonnie Goodboy Tyler uses Psychlo’s former subject planets and gets them accepted as an alternate settlement of the loan, saving humanity once again. The story closes as Jonnie gathers a vast congress of planetary emissaries, and gets them to agree to universal peace.

My copy of The America book came in today. The book is in the format of a school text book. Good times and har-hars ahoy.

It was a big mail day. I also got a letter from Cacie. I miss her so much I need to use the emo emoticon to express it There. Just like that I saved you paragraphs of moaning. Even though we talk everyday on the phone and trade e-mails, I think there’s something special in a written letter. You open up more of yourself and spill more of those juicy guts. I love her guts, and I’m fairly certain she loves mine. I don’t think I’ll ever write her something as beautiful and hearfelt as, say, civil war love letters, but they’re better than an e-mail that says:

YO K-C,
OMG I LUV YUO! ^____________^
u cumpleat me
t n c 4 ev’a
luv
+ | .\

Cacie’s letter was sent on retro Wonder Woman stationary. Kick’n. On top of that, Ann sent this to me two days ago:

So the new TV shows? I don’t pride myself on watching a lot of TV. In all honesty, I only watch TV when my roommates are watching. This isn’t to say I’m some intellectual “above” TV. I’m on the internet for who knows how long every day, and the internet is fucking stupid. Anyway… new TV shows.

CSI NY - Starring Lt. Dan and his magic legs! OMG SOMEONE DIED IN NEW YORK CITY! NOT ON MY WATCH!

Regular CSI - Still makes me yell at my TV. “OMG! The sample of dirt we got from the shoe contains some trace element that Grisam ALREADY KNOWS only comes from one tree planter in all of Las Vegas… which is in the lobby of the hotel where the suspect is staying!!! OH NOES!!!”

Super… Smallville - I sort of pride myself on being a comic nerd… so what the fuck is Black Kryptonite.

ER - Never have any sort of relationship in the ER universe. They will die or leave you within 2 seasons.

My sessy girlfriend Cacie has put up a good chunk of her demo for free on the webernet. Do yourself a favor and check it out before I talk her into dropping these down to 30 second clips. FREE MUSIC ON THE INTERNET!?!?

Acacia Sears - Demo Sampler

Little factoid for the nerds: The lyrics to the song George’s Tongue were written by Niel Gaiman. It was “sung” by Foxglove. Enjoy.

I just had this amazing phone conversation with a comcast tech guy:

Me: Hi, my name is Tim. I’m having a DNS problem.
Tech: Ok (needs account info)
Me: Ok. So I can’t log onto a website. I get a DNS error. Now I know this site works because I’ve had multiple people test it from out-of-state, and I checked it from school. This is my homepage, so I talked to my host. They said it was a problem on your end. I’ve cleared my cache. I’ve deleted my history. I’ve rebooted and reset the modem. Nothing has worked.
Tech: What is the address?
Me: (this site… laffo it’s a stupid name, etc etc)
Tech: Ok… have you tried a search?
Me: A search?
Tech: Yes. Have you tried doing a search?
Me: …huh.. a search for? What do you mean?
Tech: Do a search for the site.
Me: … what? Can you be more specific?
Tech: LIKE A GOOGLE SEARCH, SIR!
Me: (flustered) Bu- I- What??? I KNOW the website. I own it. If I google it, it’ll just kick me to what I can plainly type in the address bar.

(silence)

Anyway I retried it, and now I can access my own website. It wasn’t working right before I made the phone call so I guess he did something, but he didn’t tell me. He gave me a “you’re an idiot” have-a-nice-day and that was it.

Except for the part where I’m all like “I’m so going to be passive-aggressive and write about this incident on my online journal! The internet will hear of this my friend!!! Oh yes, indeed!”

Technology is so stupid.