Hey y’all. I’m sitting in Brooklyn amidst boxes and the chaos of moving over twenty years of history. Mom is moving to North Carolina, close to my younger brother and his family.
I’ve been down here since Saturday night, helping to pack my Mom’s life up into neat (and not so neat) boxes. Lend emotional support. And attempt to not be such a pain in the ass.
Doing good with all three, so far.
Tomorrow, the movers will come and pack all of this stuff into a truck, and then put it in another truck. Some of it will go in the car (my Mom’s Mac and other important documents), and when the truck leaves, we’ll get in and start driving to North Carolina. I’ll tweet and check in on foursquare when I can, and let the Fucking Internets see how we’re doing. So watch those spaces for info.
See ya later.
AngryBob
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Holy shit. It’s been how long since I really laid a post on this blog? I don’t fucking know. It may have been summer. It may have been spring.
My excuses would be lame and pitiful so I will NOT bother.
I have a blog category named 147. I have no idea what this is. I’m afraid to find out.
Anyway. I’m done avoiding you, ill-literates.
Welcome back in 2010.
My Car
After the Firefly class ship from the show “Firefly”.
Serenity had been running like shit for a few weeks. I was figuring it to be from running the car on a nearly empty tank for a week, scraping up change to get a couple more bucks into the tank. I was guessing that maybe I would need to change the fuel filter, which looks like a fucking job on my car.
Heard a strange noise a week ago, opened the hood and saw that I was getting arc from the spark plug wire at the distributor. Today, Chuck and I took a look, changed the plugs (which needed changing) and found that the problem wouldn’t go away. Changed the wires and like magic, all was good. Thanks again, Chuck!
I changed the oil and changed the air filter while I was at it. I see I need a new rear tire as well, but that’ll hold for a couple of days.
If only I could do something about that primary buffer panel…
I’ve been plugging away at my two new projects, which makes me sad because I so often ignore this one. My blog has become a tweet repository.
I have just over 200 followers on Twitter now. Some of them bots or SEO hacks, but mostly genuine people who don’t see to mind me cursing, bitching and giving Office Coffee the finger. I still have to explain twitter, and the twitter connection to my facebook status, since people assume that I am on facebook all day. I’m not. I’m blistering my thumbs on my BlackBerry all day.
My two top tweeted words? Not counting “blip” or “fm” (from blipping to tweet, which I used to do often). “Fucking” and “Internets”. Hence, the new catchphrase craze that’s sweeping the fucking internets: “Fucking Internets”. There’s a project in this.
Speaking of projects, I will discuss two of the two projects that are in the works. I will do this now.
ShatterCity: Once destined to become a local sprawl crawler, where people of the Mid-Hudson Valley could find out what the fuck is going on from there to here to there again. Well, I decided that ShatterCity wasn’t a very good name for that, cool as it sounded one morning at 3am, where many things sound much better than they really are.
ShatterCity is now going to be a literary experiment. An ongoing novel with many characters, stories and authors. Mixing and mashing their way through some very strange, dark city. I’ve begun to invite some folk and I’m working on a bible for it. I think at the very least, it should be some fun.
SprawlCrawler: This is now the local Sprawl Crawler. See what I did? Clever, eh? It’s designed to be a local portal of things happening in the Mid-Hudson Valley, complete with a classified section, social network and all sorts of strange people sharing all sorts of strange things. I’m hoping that it winds up being mildly succesful, and that it gets used by those strange and interesting people of this region.
Oh, let me add: Fucking Internets.
AB
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Hello, Internets. Or should, I say, “Fucking Internets”?
I’ve been away from ill-literati.org. Not by choice, necessarily. I’ve been very busy with attempting to get up for work at 4:30 am, coming home and spending time with the Kid and trying to get other things done.
In other words, I’m tired all of the time, and I whine incessantly about it.
Work has cracked down on internets usage, and I’m no longer hidden in my “area”. So all of my internets happens through twitter on my BlackBerry, which is why to some people, it appears that I am on the Internets all of the time.
Good news is that work is getting to the point where it will be less intrusive. Bad news is that, I soon won’t have my kid to keep me occupied in the afternoon evening. She’ll be moving back to Florida with her mom after the end of the school year.
Which sucks. I’d rather not have the more time that will give me. But at least I can bitterly take that away with me.
Internets Projects have been reinstated. And I’ll start sharing them now. But don’t bother checking them out yet. Unless you really want to.
ShatterCity.com is now mostly operational. It’s down to design and opening it up and getting people to sign up. It’s designed to be a local destination for people here in the Mid-Hudson Valley to share news about music, art and other local happenings, current events, etc. I’m using WordPress MU, with BuddyPress for the social networking end of it (yes, just what people need, another social network) and bbPress for the groups/forums. It’s also something I’m hoping to eventually monetize with local advertsing or something along those lines. Especially if it gets large, because I’ll likely have to find myself alternate webhosting solutions that will cost me some larger coin.
The other project which is currently in a state of more than early development is fuckinginternets.net. This is based on my new meme which was created by my constant swearing and talking about the internets on twitter. Apparently, the two most frequent words I used to casually use on twitter were “fucking” and “internets”. Now their use is more than casual. I don’t know what the core of fuckinginternets will be. The idea is likely to be a blog about things on the internets that make one say: “Fucking internets!” But I’ll also be selling some merchandise on that one. Fucking Internets t-shirts and shit like that with cute innuendo-laden graphics. Will probably start out using cafepress or some such fucking internets service like them to produce the merch.
Lame-ass project with potential if I ever get around to it, is a NetFlix user site that won’t be discussed further at this time. Shouldn’t have mentioned it, actually. Shut mah mouf.
Anyway, I just wanted to say that I missed you, fucking internets. And I look forward to sharing more shit with you soon.
Laters,
AB
And not even a very good one, I’m afraid.
I’ve taken to getting myself all sorts of technological wonders lately. I don’t really know why, since a few months ago, I was more than happy with my old tube TV’s, my pay-as-you-go Boost Mobile phone, my ancient desktop and equally ancient boom box. I thought my old school XBox was cooler than it really needed to be, and had even recently plunked down ten bucks for the remote so I could watch DVD’s on it.
Actually, the Xbox is where it started.
I was going to get one of them Roku’s for watching streaming Netflix on. So I went to the Netflix site to find it, and discovered that the Xbox 360 would do the same thing. So I debated that I could spend an extra hundred bucks over the $99.00 Roku, get the cheaper XBox 360 and be thrilled. And play Guitar Hero. Since my cousin had introduced me to that debacle, I had been itching to play again.
I wound up getting the next model up, with the 60 gig HD and KungFu Panda and Lego Indiana Jones. I rationalized that I would want the HD sooner or later, and that the two games were still at a premium, so I was saving money.
And with the money I would have saved someday, I picked up Guitar Hero III with the two guitars.
That was good enough for a start. But I started itching for more gear. Why? Who the fuck knows why I get my panties in a bunch about anything. Below is a list of what I consider the more important of the recent splurge-fest.
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BlackBerry Curve 8330: My phone and life-line. Keeps me entertained when I’m abandoned in New York City by people who need to take an hour to find me on a 6th ave. corner. I use it for texting, tweeting, email, camera and reading the news. Sometimes I make a phone call using my Jawbone.
AMD Turion™ X2 RM-72 dual-core mobile processor; 4GB DDR2 memory; DL DVD±RW/CD-RW drive; LightScribe labeling; 14.1″ widescreen; 250GB hard drive; built-in webcam; Windows Vista Home Premium 64-bit with SP1.
That’s what it says at BestBuy. Which is where I bought it. All that’s nice. All I know is that I am now mobile with this motherfucker. It’s small enough to easily take with me just about everywhere I go. Big enough so that I don”t need to squint. I toy with the idea of getting a Broadband Card from Sprint. But I don”t really need one. So I’m making myself not do that.
Emerson 32″ LCD HDTV: Yeah, but I got it for just over $300.00 at Woot. It works just fine, and I have no complaints at this time. I know, most of you have bigger and better. But this is just my thing. I don’t need bigger yet.
Philips Micro Hi-Fi System with Bluetooth, CD, SD, USB & iPod Dock: Another Woot buy. $99 for all this. Works great. Use it as an alarm clock, for listening to my SlackBerry and could potentially use it to take phone calls. I can also use it for my soon to be delivered…
Refurbished 1st Generation iPod Touch: I have only one real reason for opting out of the second generation, and it’s not that good of a reason. I have chargers for 1st gen that my daughter can’t use on her iPod (second gen). Well, that and the fact that I don’t really need an iPod Touch. So the internal speaker, volume rocker and slightly less sleek design? Not so important to me.
So there you have it. My recent bout of technological wonders.
Later,
AB
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