Every now and then I’m reminded of the evil that women are capable of. What’s the phrase? Absolute power corrupts absolutely? Well, some variation of that rule applies to cute girls in a bar like Millie and Al’s.
Thursday night is karaoke night at Millie’s. Will and I are semi-regulars, but it had been a while since we had been there, so we were geared up.
We hadn’t been there long before we spotted a cute trio of girls hanging out towards the back of the bar. After a couple of swigs of some liquid courage Will and I went over to try to convince them to belt out some Joan Jett. At first they seemed receptive to the idea, but I guess they lost interest in us and proceeded to gab amongst themselves. Will and I took the hint and started rolling back to our table. I mean, it isn’t like we had tied our hopes and dreams to that wagon. The bar was packed and there were tons of people to talk to.
We hadn’t taken 10 steps before I realized that we had left our pitcher at their table. So, I turn back to retrieve it, and what do I see? They’re drinking our beer! I wanted to rush over and snatch the pitcher away, but by then it was too late. Three full pint glasses and one empty pitcher.
But hey, it’s good to vent about this stuff. Helps take the edge off. Let’s take a lesson from Biggie:
Great rant on Mark Pilgrim’s site about how webmasters can shield their sites from unwanted bots. If you run a larger site and have bandwidth bills to pay ($$) this is a must-read.
If you know me, you know I often talk about moving to San Diego. If you know me well, you’re probably sick of hearing about it.
I woke up this morning, and I looked out my window and saw millions of big, fat snowflakes coming down. Now, forget about trudging through the slush, cleaning off your car, and driving at 5 MPH behind a million losers who don’t know how to drive in snow. For that moment, when I saw those snowflakes, I felt great. I felt like a kid.
Of course, it doesn’t snow in San Diego. If push comes to shove, I wonder what that will mean to me?
Disclaimer: Kevin Spacey is one of my favorite actors and I’m a sucker for his movies. Thankfully, he does me a favor and keeps the Kapax’s down to a minimum. That being said, this film didn’t quite live up to the hype.
Strike 1: The initial scene, which depicts the “end” of the film adds nothing to the narrative and seemed gimmicky.
Strike 2: The twisting, flashing transition sequences reminded me of the intro: a stylistic choice that adds nothing to the narrative. The flashing words (taken the chalkboard in his classroom and other sources) reminded me of the cut-scenes from Seven to the point that I swear I saw gluttoney in there somewhere.
Strike 3:The “surprise” twist that I hope did not surprise anyone.
As scathing as this seems, I’m glad I saw the movie and would encourage other people to see it (for no more than $5). The performances were excellent and the backdrop of the capital punishment debate was an interesting dimension to experience.
I just added a feature that allows my blog to “ping” weblogs.com (using XML-RPC) everytime I add a new post.
What is weblogs.com?
“The core function of Weblogs.Com is a list of weblogs that have changed in the last three hours.” More information
What is XML-RPC?
“It’s remote procedure calling using HTTP as the transport and XML as the encoding. XML-RPC is designed to be as simple as possible, while allowing complex data structures to be transmitted, processed and returned.” More information
How did you implement this?
I used an XML-RPC Java library from Apache. The code ended up looking like this:
XmlRpcClient xmlrpc = new XmlRpcClient(XML_RPC_URL);<br/>
Vector params = new Vector ();<br/>
params.addElement ("Carter's Blog");<br/>
params.addElement ("http://cubanlinks.org");<br/>
Hashtable result = (Hashtable)xmlrpc.execute("weblogUpdates.ping",params);<br/>
In case you couldn’t tell, I’m revamping my web-site a little bit. Finally have some free time to tinker, so tinker I will. If you have any comments/suggestions, please pass them along.
Note: added a ping to weblogs.com via the XML-RPC interface. Neat stuff.
A friend of mine from high school just called me and told me that he’s having a kid. Jesus christ. I thought I was freaked out when he got married. I wasn’t very prepared for this bombshell, hopefully I sounded somewhat coherent on the phone. I mean, what do you say? At least when he got married, I knew what the next step was: bachelor party! Now what? Baby clothes? {Retch}
But I am happy for him. I swear this guy’s on some freakish accelerated track: great job, two new cars, nice house in the burbs, beautiful wife and now a kid.
I remember hearing that word for the first time in a Local H song on the radio. It wasn’t until much later that someone told me what it meant. I immediately liked the word, the way it rolled off my tongue. I am not feeling copasetic at the moment.
We all fly though life, making decisions, branching off it unknown directions. A infinite tree of missed opportunities lies in our wake, but we live by looking forward. Sure, you might be tempted to glance back, imagine what might have been, but why? I don’t see the point.
Of course, every now and then there are people on the other side of that fork in the road. A girl who broke up with you. A friend you’ve wronged. A chance you missed. You can lose yourself staring into that kind of abyss. People say they’re haunted by the past, but I think they’re really haunted by the future, the one they won’t see.
But when I shake my head, and think about things clearly, I’m happy with most of the choices I’ve made. Some people aren’t, and would like me to share their feelings about the choices I’ve made. For once, I don’t have much to say, at least not to them. I’m busy, there’s a big world out there.
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