the break-up
nacho libre
superman returns
pirates of he caribbean: dead man’s chest
snakes on a plane
beerfest
employee of the month

I also went to see X3 last night. It was pretty good.

I’ve posted a bunch to my much neglected photoblog, seven to be exact. They should show up one a day until they’re done.

I’ve pretty much maxed out my 300GB external drive and I’m not yet sure how I’m going to remedy the lack of space. I need more, but the options I’ve checked into just don’t quite suite me. Honestly I’d like to design my own personal raid enclosure. But we’ve been down this road before with designing a fibre channel backplane and that never materialized and I broke down to buy a commercial one. Which I would honestly like to sell on Ebay to get a bunch of money back for to put into a bunch of 400GB drives and a regular sata raid nas.

Which also leads me to mention computing needs for the eventual house. A guy at work who I’ve been hanging out with is planning on building his own house, and incorportating a whole lot of technology into. Which in turn gets me to thinking about how I would do it, to have a large amount of storage (a nas), plus media distribution, home automation, security, in addition to the already present needs of a beefy broadboand router with all the latest bells and whistles. Should I put all of those things into one box with like 12 disks, a ton of nics and a ton of video capture cards? Do I want to put all my eggs in one basket? How much should I distribute so that I have a bunch of processors with which to transcode copious amounts of video on the fly? How to balance a bunch of machines running 24/7? Many questions. And most, if not all, go against my current needs. Which means whatever I invest in now will not really work all that well as a platform down the road, and I’ll have to buy more stuff then. Such is life. :(

I don’t know if you’ve ever lost a website, but it is becoming more and more common for me. I ran across some person’s cool web log analysis that explained anamalies in traffic patterns and went so far as to even spell out possible sources of the aberant behavior. And so I lost it, but tonight I finally found it again. I’ve never been one much for bookmarks, but I might have to break down and start using bookmarks or del.icio.us or the like. I have a co-worker who swears by del.icio.us. I’m just not so sure that I’m ready to throw in the towel and stop relying on my recollection/memory.

While killing some time before the 5:05 showing of “Scary Movie 4″ (which was the best that I could find to watch, bad I know, right?), I went on a search for a self-tie bow-tie at the mall. I stopped by one rental place first, which didn’t have any of them in stock, but did recommend that I stop by another rental place in the mall. So, somewhat discouraged that this process was going to consist of a little more effort than originally planned, I went in search of the second tux rental place. Upon finding a directory and then realizing that I had already passed the place, I stepped inside with my drink (I was very concious of the fact that they most likely didn’t want me in a store with a cup in my hand, but it didn’t stop me). At first I wasn’t sure who were customers and who were salespeople, but I inquired if they had any “real” bow-ties. The young lady said that they did and managed to find a couple quickly. Anyhoo, long story shorter, I am now the proud owner of a black, silk self-tie bow-tie. I finally figured out how to tie it and managed to tie it twice. Look for it next time I’m in a tux.

My friends’ blogosphere is rather bleak. Anyone else out there posting for the summer, or have the lives of everyone become lackluster and boring with the onset of summer?

Speaking of summer, today I have been craving a couple of things: 1) is beach volleyball with the Trinkas, et. al. several summers ago and late night romps to Sonic for drinks and 2) is a hammock. I keep telling myself that I want one and that I’ll run to Wal-Mart to buy a cheap one. But I am plagued with exactly where I would put it, as I don’t want to drill into my balcony (come to think of it, I don’t even have a drill), nor do I want a free-standing one that could theoretically be stole. Granted I am on the second floor, I wouldn’t put it past people.

I think that I’ve missed my first wedding of this summer, yesterday, with Sommer’s. At least I think that it was yesterday. I know that I missed several last summer, and I’ll miss many this summer, and most likely I’ll devote a post to that end sometime soon.

Now I should go to bed, but I don’t want to and I’m not that tired, so I’ll go toss and turn for a while…

Make me happy and post to your blog about your summer plans. :)

Best. Parody in the form of a film trailer. Evar.

I saw 5 separate Texas license plates on the way home from work yesterday.
I hit the $75 limit while pumping gas for the Yukon. Ouch.
What is -7^2 equal to? Please decide what you think the answer is before going on. I’ll wait.

Still waiting…

Still waiting…

Ok. Respond in the comments and don’t look down until you decide what the answer is.
The question here is the order of operations.

I am pretty sure that I will never be able to watch Poseidon because I’m pretty sure that you can’t have very large [read tsunami, and unlikely to be tidal] breaking waves in the middle of the ocean. I’m sure that Chad would back me up on this one, that this fact would pretty much ruin the entire movie for me.

More and more these days I find myself regarding email as a less effective form of communcation. I used to reply to emails religously, but now find it difficult to do, if at all, and I’m not really sure as to the cause. Now, I get a ton of email at work, and so everything gets immediately prioritized and filtered. If it’s something that needs immediate attention or something that can wait a day or two, then it will get its own attention in its own time. But, if it’s extraneous or passing information, it gets immediately archived, with most never being looked at again. Of course there is the occation when I search to find some random email that I briefly perused and now need again, but that probably isn’t too much of the population of my email. Perhaps email for me has become an almost purely informational and one-way form of communication, not unlike blogs. That I post and people read, and comments happen, but it’s all pretty much driven by me, and there aren’t very many expectations to deal with. Perhaps it’s because I’ve come to realize what an absolutely horrible form of communication it really is. I’ve seen email threads go on and on for days, when a simple phone call would have fixed the issue in minutes. This is why I have a pretty well formed disdain for email. So consider this a warning, that unless you are asking me a pretty pointed and important question, you might not get a response. So I guess don’t consider it an extra-ordinary brush off, but more like a common-run-of-the-mill type. It’s not that I don’t care, it’s just that, well, actually I’m not entirely sure why…

And why is it that when I see a picture of a mother holding her newborn child in the hospital, it always looks like it was taken in the 80s? Perhaps the majority of the pics that I have seen up to this point like that were of my parents, having kids in the late 70s/very early 80s. Do I project that timeframe in my mind to those new pictures?

Anyhoo, I just finished watching Primer. Well, technically, I just got done watching it trice (two commentaries). But, the main reason that I am telling you this is because it was written/directed by Shane Carruth. During his director’s commentary, he mentioned his brother Caleb was a recording artist and had done some music for the film. When I heard this, I knew that the director’s last name was Carruth, and it immendiately clicked that his brother was Caleb Carruth. I don’t know if the name is familiar to you, but it is very familiar to me. Before “Shane and Shane” was “Shane and Shane”, it was “Shane and Caleb”. So, I have randomly stumbled upon a movie (I think that Netflix recommended it to me) that was written/directed by the brother of one of the guys in one of my favorite bands, if you can calle them that. Small world. It’s definitely an indie film, and was shown at Sundance, so you know off the bat that it’s not too bad. This was the first film for almost all of these guys and they did pretty well. The story is pretty original and I would recommend watching it. I won’t say it was stellar (and it’s really too bad that they had pretty much zero budget, which really constrained the explaining and telling of the story), but it was pretty darn good for these guys’ first production. So, I would say that it’s definitely worth a Netflix rental, especially if your queue is as empty as mine is.

No more dreams as of late, well none that I recall… I’m at somewhat of a loss for what to blog about. I think that there are only a couple of West Wing episodes left. Um, don’t watch “Derailed” as it is uterly predictable. I am currently the highest bidder for these doohickies. I’m not sure if that link is going to work or not… Oh, and I can’t believe that it is already May. I have no idea where this year has gone to. And yes, I just ended my sentence with a preposition. Ok, I’m done, and I bet everybody lost some IQ points for getting this far into my paragraph.

Update: Oohh, ooh, I just remembered. On the way back from picking up my delicious Papa Johns pepporoni pizza and cinamon sweet treat, I MURDERED an orange highway barrel… going like 70 MPH. I mean murdered, like “Thomas, on the highway, with the Yukon”. It shocked me, but I checked my tire when I got to the next red light, and everything seemed a-ok. I guess the Yukon can take a licking and keep on ticking. I had seen the barrel on my way and avoided it at the time, but on the way back, it crossed the very small median, and I nailed it good. Maybe this was a decent post after all.