Shit. I just submitted my FAFSA.
Now i’m fucked/saved.
jae lethe (he/she/they) is a blogger, musician, artist, poet, web developer/designer, armchair philosophizer, teller of tales, and gadabout. Also, something he calls a "behavioral artist." (Not sure.) She has plans. BIG plans.
Among the things that he has done for a laugh are minor fractures, cuts, scrapes, and various scabs. Though she's quick to point out that they're no imbecile, we're fairly certain that he thinks the word means some kind of medieval pharmacist.
This is her latest home on teh internets - where jae stores their swear words, when they're not hurling them at the sun in vain.
Shit. I just submitted my FAFSA.
Now i’m fucked/saved.
Finally! My online portfolio is nearly finished… The only thing left to do now is to acquire the main files from my most recent project and remove all proprietary informations.
I thought i’d NEVER get that shit done. That last one was a bitch to nail down – it turned out that it made much better sense to lose the damn b2evolution blog and just write in static content.
Lisa’s lease is up next month. (She still works in the same department as Holly and me. Ostensibly anyway.) Rumor has it that she’s moving to Columbus to be with her Trek-uniform-wearin’ nerd. Here’s to being rid of that nasty, creepy little brat once and for all time!!
Finally! My portfolio is nearly finished… The only thing left to do now is to acquire the main files from my most recent project and remove all proprietary informations.
I thought i’d NEVER get that shit done. That last one was a bitch to nail down – it turned out that it made much better sense to lose the damn b2evolution blog and just write in static content.
Let’s say you have a web portfolio of some web sites that you built.
And let’s say you’ve found a few errors that you didn’t catch in 2002.
Maybe even throw in a little obsolete code, which wasn’t actually obsolete at the time.
…Is is ethical to clean it up? Is it ethical to present something that, for all intents and purposes, looks and functions almost exactly the same as it did back then, yet has been tweaked to fix small errors?
In other words: is it okay for me to fix my mistakes?
YouTube: 10 Things I Hate About Commandments
Most hilarious mashup i’ve seen in hours!
I just took a small plunge i can’t very well afford in order to notch the music-creation thing up a little. All i bought were good distortion and digital delay pedals, plus some wall-juice and signal cables. But that’s a pretty big $200 right now. I’m kind of stressing it, but the sale on Digitech gear at MF ends this weekend. I only have a week until payday, but even then, i have to pay rent and utilities out of that.
I need this like air to breathe.
Music is absolutely everything to me, and i can NOT just keep fucking around anymore: i’m getting old, and my body aches, and i haven’t really had much creative output in years. Much worse: i have not yet left my mark, and so am unfit to die, having done nothing remotely profound with my life. If nobody comes to my funeral, or if there is no crying and no dancing, then i don’t even want to die at all. Not until i get it right.
And… i have an ulterior motive: i want to make a rock record that my grandpa can be proud of, before he leaves this world forever. I hate the thought of him dying with nothing going on at the last leaf on the family tree. It’s like letting him down in the worst possible way ever. So i am even more desperate to get started as soon as possible.
Someday, you will be able to hear the music that i hear in my head, and you will rejoice and/or despair. Possibly both at once.
Fourteenth Colony of Kobol discovered a scant 41 light-years away!
The first two orbit closer to their sun than does the Earth from its own; the third lies in a more habitable zone, although it likely has a crushingly heavy atmosphere. Cool news.
In the St. Louis, MO suburb of Black Jack, “Family Values” means getting legally married, or living on the street in a cardboard box with your kids.
CBS News: Black Jack, Mo., To Evict Unmarried Couples With Children From Homes
Mayor Norman McCourt said starting Wednesday the city will begin trying to evict groups who do not fit into Black Jack’s definition of family…
So, essentially, this means that if this kind of thing flies, the gummint will have a say in who you’re with, where you live, and how many children you have. What’s shocking is the the idea of evicting a couple with children. Homeless kids, i’d hazard, are never good PR for a city.
Well, it’s been taking forever, but finally!, my portfolio is online and pretty much more or less all (well, most) of those old dead sites are recreated and re-animated and essentially living again, albeit with synthetic blood this time around. Don’t look them too closely in the eyes, as there is no more soul in them as there is in an idiot, slack-jawed goldfish.
It’s been quite a learning experience… in fact, it really is amazing that i got away with such junk HTML in some of those sites. Actually, on the most prominent website i ever did, i actually used double-quotes within inline CSS. Which effectively turned off succeeding CSS rules, and invalidated the whole mess. It’s quite lucky, i’d guess, that anything worked at all in some cases.
There’s just a couple more sites to put up.
Things Creationists Hate
Ok, hopefully this resume looks a little better. I added a margin dynamically so that the stand-alone resume looks cleaner, updated some info, and added more information to the portfolio section under “Experience”. There’s a link to one screenshot so far. I’m still working on rebuilding those old sites, but locating files and figuring out which ones are actually the newest versions really sucks.
Too bad archive.org doesn’t save more images. Can you imagine how much space that would take?
The stand-alone version (same as the one inside the iframe) also now validates as strict XHTML 1.0, CSS, and i’ve passed accessibility.
Anyway, shoot holes in it if you have the time. Thanks to everyone for the valuable feedback so far!!
(Yes, i’m capitalizing the first word of my sentences now. It doesn’t mean i’ve stopped being an unwholesome maverick, ok?)
Today i went over to see my grandfather. He seems confused, as usual, and asking him a question requires waiting around for at least a minute before he figures out how to say the answer, if he remembers what the question was at that time. So that’s nice and depressing.
But a really weird thing happened. We were sitting there, watching Curb Your Enthusiasm, when suddenly a little toy Douglas C-47 (a metal/plastic replica of the troop carrier my grandfather was in through all four Market Garden missions during WWII; about 3 inches long, something like this one) that was sitting on top of the television set came flying off and crashed onto the carpet about 5 feet away, right at my feet.
…As in, “WTF”!
I tested it to see how far it would bounce if it had just fallen off on its own due to the vibrations of the television. It landed directly in front of the television, bouncing a few inches at the most. That’s not five feet, i thought to myself.
My dad and Charlie (sp?), the caretaker for the night, said that this had happened before. She said that she herself hadn’t seen it happen, but was extraordinarily nonplussed. She told me that Jennifer, another caretaker, was sitting on the floor in front of the sofa (just about where i was when it happened tonight), when the exact same thing happened.
…As in, “WTF”!?
And then i remembered that my friend Tony once stayed over, not terribly long after my grandmother had died, and had stayed in her room. He reported the next day that he had seen someone in the room with him. I told him at the time that, in the darkness, and in his drunken state, it had probably only been his own reflection in a mirror. He vehemently denied any possibility of that. My friend Tony, who’s pretty skeptical about anything even remotely implausible…
So… now what? I’m a skeptic, goddammit! I do not believe in ghosts! How am i supposed to reconcile this event with reason? I mean, there simply MUST be a logical explanation for this, other than that my grandmother is haunting their house.
Today i went over to see my grandfather. He seems confused, as usual, and asking him a question requires waiting around for at least a minute before he figures out how to say the answer, if he remembers what the question was at that time. So that’s nice and depressing.
But a really weird thing happened. We were sitting there, watching Curb Your Enthusiasm, when suddenly a little toy Douglas C-47 (a metal/plastic replica of the troop carrier my grandfather was in through all four Market Garden missions during WWII; about 3 inches long, something like this one) that was sitting on top of the television set came flying off and crashed onto the carpet about 5 feet away, right at my feet.
…As in, “WTF”!
Itested it to see how far it would bounce if it had just fallen off on its own due to the vibrations of the television. It landed directly in front of the television, bouncing a few inches at the most. That’s not five feet, i thought to myself.
My dad and Charlie (sp?), the caretaker for the night, said that this had happened before. She said that she herself hadn’t seen it happen, but was extraordinarily nonplussed. She told me that Jennifer, another caretaker, was sitting on the floor in front of the sofa (just about where i was when it happened tonight), when the exact same thing happened.
…As in, “WTF”!?
And then i remembered that my friend Tony once stayed over, not terribly long after my grandmother had died, and had stayed in her room. He reported the next day that he had seen someone in the room with him. I told him at the time that, in the darkness, and in his drunken state, it had probably only been his own reflection in a mirror. He vehemently denied any possibility of that. My friend Tony, who’s pretty skeptical about anything even remotely implausible…
So… now what? I’m a skeptic, goddammit! I do not believe in ghosts! How am i supposed to reconcile this event with reason? I mean, there simply MUST be a logical explanation for this, other than that my grandmother is haunting their house.
Anybody out there want to critique my online résumé? If so, i would be greatly appreciative!
(yes, the links to my portfolio are not active yet – those will be archived sites)
So, ya know how those wacky scientists have been slowing down light more and more over the past several years now? To the point where you could physically see the motion? And even to the point where it’s stopped?
Now, Robert Boyd, the M. Parker Givens Professor of Optics at the University of Rochester, has actually slowed time so fucking much that it moves backwards.
That’s right. Backwards. But that’s not all!
It apparently does so faster than the god damn speed of light.