CALIX MEUS INEBRIANS

Urf. I wildly misjudged my ability to get to sleep last night. I think I napped for a few hours and then spent the rest of the time awake, silently raging at the noisy air conditioner, Harvey Danger's Cream and Bastards playing on endless refrain through my head.

So no workie today.

Yay, content!

Nothing like stealing for your old content to fuel your new website.

My phone number has changed.

"My first girlfriend turned into the Moon."
"That's rough, buddy."

Okay, so I am unsure how to get what I want here. What I'd like to do is set up my phone so that I can use my push email (new me.com addy) to receive email from my personal (gmail) and work accounts and let me know when I get a new message. So far, I have it set up so that gmail and work forward a copy to the me.com account, so when I get an email, it lets me know pretty quick. BUT, then when gmail or work updates, I get another notification for the same message.

So basically, in order to get push notification, I have to get informed of a new message twice, which is something I'd rather not do. I just want to know when I have a new email, from which sphere (personal or work) it comes from, and ideally be able to reply from the correct address without messing about too much. But I would just be happy to get a notice that I have an email and not have it notify me twice.

Is this possible? Or do I need to wait for someone else to figure this out and just copy what they do?

also, I have huge fingers.

Big, meaty things full of thickness and misspellings.

Okay, so I want to start out by saying that trying to pry off the cap of a Smithicks while sitting in the guest bedroom (which used to be a sewing room) of your childhood house because everyone that was young and awake has left is kina lame. And sad. I mean, I may have to venture downstairs for more beer as I sure teh internets and that makes me sad. After all, I'm the guy who could not stay awake for Beverly Hills Cop II yesterday, so the hell I know about keeping a party started.

So Any Wayz:
- Operation Take Dad To Hellboy II succeeded. Despite the fact he tried to screw shit up by getting a haircut rather than going to a movie.

- Hellboy II was Fine. I wish I could have said it was Good. But Fine will have to do. I will not begrudge the cash I'll spend on the DVD, just that the pacing was hella wonky. There's more spoiler rant, but that can wait till next week.

- At least three of my dad's college buddies came up for his 60th birthday. That makes me kinda sad and happy at the same time. He was so happy to see them and they had so many stories to tell.

- I only exist because some guy named Chip though to turn my dad on his stomach after his bachelor party. Apparentl the vomit was without bounds. Or depths.

- I kicked my family's butts at poker tonight. From 5 to 30 bucks. If only we played for real cash.

- No iPhone yet. Soon, tho. Work will, in theory, cover some part of the initial outlay.

- I got a text that some folks played DnD last night. So jealous. I really want to play, but will have to resign myself to running, I bet. Warlords Rock.

- Had a heart to heart with little sister. It would have gone better if Jen was around to interpret.

- What the hell am I going to do tomorrow?

- Also, the schweet drum set I linked to last entry has been priced. 300$ So tempting! So want!

Unsure when it will be out, but if you're looking for a present for me, look no further than here. Oh, guitar, I wish I had the testicular fortitude to keep with you. But Ion Drum Set that works with Rock Band 2 that will have a learn to play drums mode? Yes, please.

I yelled at my first tourist yesterday. He and his brood had spread out over the entire sidewalk as the slowly advanced down the street. I would have stepped into the street (and gritted my teeth and mumbled unkind words), but there was a delivery truck parked there. So I try and step aside and still the dude walks into me, not even bothering to alter his path. So I braced for impact and shoulder checked him. And then swore at him, possibly questioning whether or not his parents we related. And when he tried to speak, I did a Porky Pig impression, swore some more, and then stormed off.

It occurred to me after the fact that he may not have spoken English.

Off to Maryland in a few hours.

On the train this morning, I was one of three people in my car playing a DS. It's a really good system for quick games while in public transit. So, please, Nintendo et al, stop making games where you have to blow, shout, or use an attachment that looks like a hurdy-gurdy to play the game.

Today is a nothing day. I get out early and really don't have much to do. Time to grind levels in FFTA2!

Also, there were more songs leaked for RB2.