Author: elvis

Cop Shoot Cop

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Man, I love Spiritualized. Hey man there’s a hole in my arm where all the money goes Jesus christ died for nothin’ I suppose Cop shoot cop I believe I believe that I have been reborn Cop shoot cop I haven’t got the time no more Hey man there’s a hole in my head where […]

Man, I love Spiritualized.

Hey man there’s a hole in my arm where all the money goes
Jesus christ died for nothin’ I suppose

Cop shoot cop
I believe
I believe that I have been reborn
Cop shoot cop
I haven’t got the time no more

Hey man there’s a hole in my head where information goes
And all my friends died for nothin’ I suppose

Cop shoot cop
I believe
I believe that I have been reborn
Cop shoot cop
I haven’t got the time no more

Hey man there’s a hole in my reason that I gotta close
’cause all my love died for nothin’ I suppose

Cop shoot cop
I believe
I believe that I have been reborn
Cop shoot cop
I haven’t got the time no more

     —Spiritualized, Cop Shoot Cop

One of the best concerts I’ve ever seen, when I saw ’em a couple years back. It was like an acid trip with no drugs whatsoever (well, ok, tequila. That counts as a drug, I guess).

Every time I hear ’em I think, I have to see these guys again…

!Broke

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I think I’ve mostly un-done the template breakage, but I still need to tweak a few things. Right now I’m hip deep in Joomla, trying to figure out how to shoehorn a internal group website into a Joomla layout. Sections and Categories and Bears, Oh My. I’m finally putting the blog-related skills into something now […]

I think I’ve mostly un-done the template breakage, but I still need to tweak a few things.

Right now I’m hip deep in Joomla, trying to figure out how to shoehorn a internal group website into a Joomla layout. Sections and Categories and Bears, Oh My. I’m finally putting the blog-related skills into something now work-related.

The Eyes Have It

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This is fucking brilliant. I dunno how much I’ve talked about comics but i grew up on a steady diet of sci-fi pulps and comics. And Jack Kirby, more than anyone else, defined my early comic-reading days (Well, that and Gilbert Shelton, but that’s spelled comix). My first comics ever were Kirby; an issue of […]

This is fucking brilliant.

I dunno how much I’ve talked about comics but i grew up on a steady diet of sci-fi pulps and comics. And Jack Kirby, more than anyone else, defined my early comic-reading days (Well, that and Gilbert Shelton, but that’s spelled comix). My first comics ever were Kirby; an issue of Nick Fury, agent of S.H.I.E.L.D was the first comic I read, and Kamadi was the first one I bought.

There’s a reason they call him King Kirby.

Anyway, I just found this on BoingBoing, and it rules – a collage of Kirby comic eyes.

Kirbyeyes-1

That’s just a little sample, it’s way bigger than this (sample thumbnail courtesy of BB).

Back in the saddle again

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Ridin’ into town alone By the light of the moon I’m looking for ol sukie jones She crazy horse saloon Barkeep gimme a drink That’s when she caught my eye She turned to give me a wink That make a grown man cry Ok. Gots me a new computer. Seventeen inches of throbbing computational power, […]


Ridin’ into town alone
By the light of the moon
I’m looking for ol sukie jones
She crazy horse saloon
Barkeep gimme a drink
That’s when she caught my eye
She turned to give me a wink
That make a grown man cry

Ok. Gots me a new computer. Seventeen inches of throbbing computational power, right here in my lap.

Ok, not the MacBook pro I was hoping to lay hands on; we’re sellin’ em fast as we can make em so there are none to go around internally yet. But still, bigger, better, faster.

Now maybe I can write something that ain’t so damned sulky.

Grumble.

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I’m still without a decent computer; managing at work with an old Sun Sparc u60 with an out-of-focus monitor, and an incredibly slow g4 tiBook. If I’m not particularly communicative, that’s why. I’m finding the basic tasks of computation frustrating. You get spoiled, I find, having a really good computer. Evidently my boss is working […]

I’m still without a decent computer; managing at work with an old Sun Sparc u60 with an out-of-focus monitor, and an incredibly slow g4 tiBook.

If I’m not particularly communicative, that’s why. I’m finding the basic tasks of computation frustrating. You get spoiled, I find, having a really good computer.

Evidently my boss is working on getting me a decent machine but not ETA.

Grumble. Grumble.

Entry number 666

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Well, jolly fucking nice. My laptop just died. This is my only computer, my work machine, my play machine. My fuckin’ life is on that machine. Ok, ok, so most everything that matters is backed up, aside form some photos and some music. I try not to keep important shit on that computer. But still, […]

Well, jolly fucking nice.

My laptop just died. This is my only computer, my work machine, my play machine. My fuckin’ life is on that machine.

Ok, ok, so most everything that matters is backed up, aside form some photos and some music. I try not to keep important shit on that computer. But still, all my bookmarks, all my cached passwords for the bazilion sites I have accounts on.

Crap.

AND of course I’m now unable to work, or write, or anything. And it’d friday, which means even if machines are available at work, it’ll be days before I can get my mits on one.

Fuck me. I’m going away someplace where it’s sunny and where they’ve never heard of the fuckling internet. Call me next year.

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Serious Silver Skull rings

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Just wondering if anyone has had any contact AT ALL with the Serious SIlver people who make the Clapton Skull Ring and the Keith Richards skull ring. I’ve been hearing about them failing to ship orders, and despite several attempts I’ve been unable to contact them. They make some great rings (i love my Clapton […]

Just wondering if anyone has had any contact AT ALL with the Serious SIlver people who make the Clapton Skull Ring and the Keith Richards skull ring.

I’ve been hearing about them failing to ship orders, and despite several attempts I’ve been unable to contact them. They make some great rings (i love my Clapton Skul) but it’s frustrating to hear that one of my favorite ring makes has gone completely flaky while still having a site up.

If anyone’s talked to them or knows how to get hold of them, let me know. Until I’ve got more info though, I suggest people not place any orders with them.

This place is getting to me. I think I’m getting the Fear.

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I dunno what it is. Maybe it’s just being sick, still, with something I can’t shake (or with a series of things which I can’t fight off ’cause the other thing lowered my resistance). Maybe it’s that everyone’s sick; i talked to friends yesterday from Philly and San Jose, both of whom came down with […]

I dunno what it is.

Maybe it’s just being sick, still, with something I can’t shake (or with a series of things which I can’t fight off ’cause the other thing lowered my resistance). Maybe it’s that everyone’s sick; i talked to friends yesterday from Philly and San Jose, both of whom came down with horrid ailments that sounds exactly alike the same day. People around work of coughing, people around school are doing the same.

Or maybe it’s the fucking weather. God. I’m not used to this. But it looks like the sun is creeping out now, so maybe, maybe, we’re tail-ending this deluge.

Maybe it’s about work; I’m so fucking far behind now that I feel like I’m ahead, the other rats about to lap me on the track. I’m behind in a way that feels like I’ll never catch up, yet not sick enough that I can use the excuse anymore.

Maybe it’s the mounting stack of things to do, taxes, bills, the entropy of a household this time of year when all the things put off can no longer be put off.

Or maybe it’s simply the pain and yearning that comes with spring’s approach, my body knowing the season even though my mind says otherwise. I feel the sap flowing in the trees and the flowers trying to bloom and my body feels a pull somewhere, somehow.

Whatever it is, I can’t fucking write. I keep trying. I was up last night with a bout of insomnia and trying to blog; nothing. Fucking nothing.

I need to talk about stuff, and I just find I can’t, like my fingers stiffen and my mind whirls and the power of speech is gone. And it leaves me with the usual mute frustration, the raw, disconnected feeling, the vague anger with no good outlet. Teeth grinding, head hurting. Pressure.

You know. The usual.

That be the best way to repel boarders!

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Psst! Avast there! It be too late to alter course, mateys. And there be plundering pirates lurkin’ in ev’ry cove, waitin’ to board. Sit closer together and keep your ruddy hands in board. That be the best way to repel boarders. And mark well me words, mateys: Dead men tell no tales! Evidently some trackback-spamming […]

Psst! Avast there! It be too late to alter course, mateys. And there be plundering pirates lurkin’ in ev’ry cove, waitin’ to board. Sit closer together and keep your ruddy hands in board. That be the best way to repel boarders. And mark well me words, mateys: Dead men tell no tales!

Evidently some trackback-spamming bastards attacked us (and by us I mean my tribe, those hosted here at the m’sphere). My good buddy, Brandon, the host-with-the-most, did battle against the forces of darkness through the night and finally disabled trackbacks for our site (who needs fuckin’ trackbacks anyway, sez I).

The result of all this is that last night and this morning, all of the sites I host were inaccessible for some time. We’re back on line now, thanks to Brandon’s efforts.

And there was much rejoicing.