Wednesday, June 25, 2008

I'm talking about Data Mining

I always imagined that my Del.icio.us Inbox should be my primary Inbox, and that if a person wanted to say something to me, they could simply put it on a web page and "say it out loud," you know what I mean?

Some web developer types are taking over my office at Tuesday Studios this week, and I am about to start wondering just how much free time they've got... not fluent in any web frameworks but I've lots of ideas, and I bought a book on Groovy and Grails the Java-derived dynamic languages, but there are diversions...

My business partner at Tuesday Studios is a Ruby pro, and I am finishing my Computer Science degree in November (God-willing) with some classes in Haskell and C#, so unfortunately Grails will have to wait.

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The Casino Out Behind Nick's

I had the greatest dream, I was at Steve T's (formerly Nick Tahou Hots) and the fire was out on the grill, it was getting cold or hey buddy was cleaning it or something, and I had to wait for my plate so I did... then when they served me, actually I don't remember if they ever served me, but I got shown to this great casino room in the back with a bunch of absurdly huge slot machines!

Hey buddy was there, and I brought out $10 and another $10, and maybe a dollar besides... I couldn't resist the temptation to gamble in that casino, well I played the first $1 in a dollar machine and another $10 and for that $10 I was standing next to a beautiful blonde girl that was trying on a pair of thong underwear, some red gap shorts with a picture of Mao in the crotch, and she wanted to take my place at the machine so I let her... I didn't see any more of her then...

Anyway the machines were all dispensing these novelty Giant Dime Balls that were some marked as "this is not money, don't take it with you or its stolen," some not marked at all because the lettering had worn off—eventually I found the machine where you go to redeem them, and it spit out this gnarley looking quarter... then I kept looking and I found it was dumping a shitload of $20 bills and ones and fives, concert tickets and nacho cheese fries, it was like some glorious dreamland behind Nicks, and was Hey Buddy ever smiling!

I was trying to figure out how it could possibly be legal to gamble at Nick Tahou's and Mike Kush showed up, took a few dollars from my winnings, and just walked the other way while I figured out how to pick up and collect my nacho fries...

Monday, June 23, 2008

"The Magic Beer Hat," or "Beer Dues: WTF"

Here is the story of how that case of beer we bought after the Modest Mouse show turned into a magic beer hat... in case I become an alcoholic and suddenly can't explain where all my time and money is going, and because I didn't sign this into the lease, but it seems like it should get written down somewhere anyways

We bought that 30rack after the Modest Mouse show, Jason said "Well, I'm gonna drink some of those, I'll go buy an 18 pack, same brand" now he's drank most of those, and he says "hmm I'd better replace them" ok so we're up to 66 beers from the initial investment of $20... sounds pretty nice of Jason, eh?

Come to find out this particular day he's not happy about someone owes him some money. Apparently Regina has been consistently paying rent late every month, and Jason has been covering it out of his own pocket because he's such a nice guy.

This month, he can't do it. He wants to increase everybody's rent by $20 so that extra $208 doesn't come out of his own pocket for the 11 or 22 days it takes Regina to getting around to paying it.

Is $208 enough money to keep 8 people drinking for 30 days? I don't know, but I'm afraid I just bought a $208 slice of Jason's credit while we all decide if we want to share our alcoholism or keep separate checks.

Have you ever got some money and you spend it twice, just because you have the credit available that particular day? That's how I live, that's why I have over $10k credit card debt, that's why I don't grant someone a pass to use my credit on their own discretion.

Personally I'd rather see that money go towards things that everyone can use, like a working dryer for the house (which will cost as much again in electric as it did to buy outright, don't forget to spend it twice!) or some repairs for the second bathroom (shouldn't the landlord pay that, or the person who made the hole in the sink? nah, neither of those are fair...)

*SNARL* I'm fuming mad!

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Futurama: The Arraignment

I dreamed an entire episode of Futurama last night, it wasn't a real episode but you could've fooled me... I don't know how much I can remember, but by the ending an entire stadium full of people are convinced that Fry is a gay molester (and boy do they find it amusing) -- he has been transformed into some kind of an eagle beast creature who can fly away for dramatic effect, and the whole crew of the ship is transported into outer space where the show terminates.

"Arraignment: The Human Condition, if ever there was one."

It's fading fast. but I want to get it down... there could be money in writing episodes, right?

There is a murder, a bag of evidence that is traced back to him, now I'm remembering another dream where I had to kill a person and chop them up, dump their body somewhere... stay focused, one script at a time! How did Fry become an eagle beast? And where did they get the idea that it was a case of molestation? (From the asian girl... that's where...)

Wouldn't it make more sense to prosecute the murder? No, not if it was all one big lie.

The abductor aliens, they made sure to supply those folks with enough toothpaste and plenty of comfortable beds. The last scene in my head, Fry is explaining what just happened with a crooked half-smile on his face, and a mouthful of toothpaste which he spits into the toilet. He is super wasteful. That is way too much toothpaste.

Use a dab no larger than the size of a pearl! That was two or three large oysters, no mother of pearl toothpaste servings on Decapod 11 please...

"It's called Arraignment: The Human Condition, if ever there was one"

What's that supposed to mean? If there was ever a human? If there was ever a human condition? Who knows where dreams come from?

I hope they do continue to come, after I put down those Marlboro brand I-CHING bones... a busy mind is a happy mind! OK Folks, illumination - improved focus +5, I'm graduating real soon now and there are plenty of jobs in Rochester for people who know how to look for them.