Messing with My Mug
While I was setting up my computer, I was surprised to see my face on it when I made my user account. There’s a camera built into the monitor for doing video chat or some such nonsense. There are also effects that are entertaining, especially with sleep deprivation.
I doubt I’ll ever use it. Hell, I stopped using regular ol’ chat awhile ago — I type too slow and I don’t pay attention to it. Maybe I’ll set it up as a webcam and people can watch me sit in front of a computer. Wouldn’t that be exciting?
This is a Pipe
I bought a pipe and some Cavendish Optimo tobacco this evening. I’m becoming more like a curmudgeonly old man every day: I know very little about pop culture, I mostly watch old movies, I use pomade that I procure in the old man section of the drug store, I’m chronically single, I’m beginning to prefer cats over humans, my neighbors and I have never said anything more than hello to each other, and now I sit in a rocking chair on my porch in the evening, smoking my pipe and yelling at kids to get off my property.
Whenever I think of a pipe I think of The Treachery of Images by René Magritte and J.R. Bob Dobbs.
New Friend and Other Things
Since I don’t have many friends I have to make them. O Boy is the latest friend I’ve made. He will hold an extremely important position around here: Minister of Typography. The body is recycled from the Halloween contest at work where we made a small pumpkin into something (I received the creepiest award of course). Yup, when it’s 4 AM and I can’t sleep, I make little friends.
I just noticed today that my hands no longer shake. In fact, they haven’t for months, I just didn’t notice. For a year or so my hands shook badly. I think some people thought I was on speed. Most people thought I drank too much coffee. I was worried it was the beginnings of some horrible disease, so I ignored it as I usually do when something is wrong with me and hoped it would just go away. I had a theory that it was from the nerve blocks I received before the surgeries on my shoulder. I’m pretty sure that was it because parts on the right side of my body no longer go numb and I’ve regained feeling of my right ear.
Today was my first day back to work from a lovely four-day weekend of total slack. Seriously, I did nothing at all and it was great. After many weeks of very late nights and early mornings, I needed a break from everything. I found out that Monday is Memorial Day and I have the day off. Two short weeks in a row is a nice change.
I rejoined Netflix again (I think this is my fifth time in as many years). I’ve been filling up my queue with art documentaries and Alfred Hitchcock films (I’ve seen two-thirds of his films so far). I’m such an art and Hitchcock nerd… wait… I’m just a nerd.
I’m trying this new thing where I eat better (in my case that means eating more), get a good night of sleep, and make other health related improvements. It’s either that or I’ll sleep permanently and critters will eat me sooner than they should. I’m doing it because I want to and not because someone is telling me or giving me not-so-subtle hints to do it. Besides, I’ve tempted death so many times that I may be out of chances. I’m smart in some ways, but in other ways I’m so very fucking stupid (a few know that all too well).
I don’t think I had a point to any of this. These are just random bits I typed while doing other things.
Oh No, Animated GIFs!
A few animated GIFs from my collection to welcome another manic Monday. Ugh, I don’t want to go to work today.
Arbitrary Factoids
- I once lived in a closet (literally).
- While walking down Church St. one day, a stranger asked me if I was a scientist.
- My eardrum ruptured three times when I was a child; as a result, I am partially deaf in one ear and find it difficult to understand voices in noisy environments like concerts, parties, bars, and other gatherings, so I usually avoid conversations at those places.
- Mayonnaise makes me gag.
- I almost died on Market St.
- While I was having a dirty martini at Musso & Frank Grill in LA, Stephen King walked by me wearing jeans and a plaid flannel shirt.
- I have never purchased a television.
- My biggest pet peeve is when people talk about doing something but never do it.
- While undressing one night, I found a pair of panties stuck in my pant leg, where they had been all day. At the time, I lived alone and was single.
- I like to listen to the BBC while I fall asleep.
- Curmudgeonly is a common adjective people use to describe me.
- I get six hours of sleep on a good night.
- Including today, I have lived 11,130 days.
- This is my 178th blog post.
- People I know who are married, have kids, and own a house have told me that they envy my situation. I don’t want to be single, live alone, and rent an apartment forever.
- I am good at entertaining myself.
- I should be working on more important things right now.
- I like making lists.
- I need to get out more.
Feed Me!
My creativity needs to be fed so I can digest it and defecate new work. Ugh, that’s corny and vulgar. What I mean is I’m in the mood where I want to consume books, movies, music, exhibits, etc. instead of produce. Any suggestions you, my dearest reader, may have would be much appreciated.
Here’s a list of what I’ve recently consumed:
- Wristcutters: A Love Story
- Suicide and Tom Waits, ’nuf said.
- No Country for Old Men
- I didn’t like it as much as everyone is raving about it. On a related note, Cormac McCarthy, the author of the book the movie is based on, also wrote The Road. A few people at work read it, and it sounds right up my alley.
- Control
- Black and white and lovely.
- Textpattern Solutions
- Geeky stuff. They final came out with a book for the CMS that powers this site. It would have saved a lot of time and frustration if I had this before I built this site.
- Flash CS3 Professional Bible
- More geeky stuff. I’m teaching myself Flash.
- The Elements of Typographic Style
- Typography geek stuff. This doesn’t count because I’m always reading it.
- Futurama: Bender’s Big Score
- I had no idea they made a movie. I saw it over the weekend. Better than The Simpsons Movie? Maybe.
- Trailer Park Boys: The Movie
- That’s some funny shit.
- Idiocracy
- Brilliant!
- Mad Men
- I’ve seen a couple episodes. Sexy dames and dapper men smoking and drinking at a Madison Avenue ad agency in the ’60s.
- Decked Out
- An exhibit of snowboard graphics along side the original artwork used to create them at the Firehouse Gallery. Good but too small (as usual). I bought one of the exhibit posters. Burton Snowboards unveiled their Andy Warhol line of products and I vomited a little in my mouth.
OK, that’s enough. That’s all I can think of off the top of my head.
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Yeah, About This Blog Thing
Dearest Reader,
How have you been? You look lovely this evening. I love the way the light from the monitor glistens in your eyes. I’ve really missed you. Stand up. Let me take a good look at you. Wow! You look amazing. Do you want some coffee? Hang on. Here you go. Careful, it’s really hot — and so are you. Sorry, I couldn’t resist. Sit down, make yourself comfortable. I want to talk to you.
I’m sorry I haven’t written to you in a while and stopped returning your calls, emails, and comments. I could just say that I’ve been busy, but that’s a lame excuse — and untrue because I always have time for the ones I care about. The truth is, I thought we could use some time apart. I know it was cold of me to disappear like that.
Every since my blog… sorry, our blog started I’ve been lukewarm towards the idea. I’ve thought about ending it many times. In our time apart, I’ve had a lot of time to think. I decided that if I’m going to continue doing this, things need to change.
I don’t want to bore you with pointless posts about what I’ve been doing. Posts like how I saw Gogol Bordello in Montpelier and it was one of the greatest shows I’ve ever seen, that I’m going to Le Festival du Nouveau Cinéma in Montréal, or that the other Scott Wild I wrote about contacted me (my foot is firmly planted in my mouth as usual) and asked when are we going to start our design agency. No, I don’t want do that. I want to do something that’s more interesting — for both of us.
I don’t want to write about such things because when we talk and I tell you what I’ve been doing, you usually already know because you read about it here. That, and I don’t want the people I don’t talk to knowing what I’m up to.
I have a few ideas, but I’m open to suggestions and would love to hear what you think. If you have a moment, please tell me what you like and/or dislike about this blog — email, call, fax, telegram, scribble on a napkin and leave it under my doormat, or whatever.
Sincerely,
S.R. Wild
P.S. I’ve heard that you’ve been reading other blogs. I’m OK with that. To be honest, so have I. We all have needs that must be attended to.