Author: jae

i shall NEVER reveal my sources or my true identity, Monsieur Chin!

righteous. ganked, as all good things are, from tyrsalvia.

You are the Low-Fidelity All-Star. You were born with your cool, and it’s totally natural. You run the gamut from Hipster Supreme (only they can ingest as much coffee as you) to the geeky hipster (Mario Kart, anyone?).

What Kind of Hipster Are You?
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like i needed a quiz to tell me that.

crap. my mars download is broken in Internet Explorer, due to having to include content twice to make up for IE’s crappy translucent methods.

i did a hack which looks absolutely HORRIBLE, just to fix the damn thing temporarily.

i should have caught this well over a month ago.

i’ve had almost 700 visits to my mars site today (thanks to hotscripts), and only non-IE browsers could download the damn thing.

if anyone knows how to stop a PHP function from redeclaring, please let me know.

dude!!

no… DUDE!!!

whoa. yesterday there were 5 downloads of the MARS system (i think about 4 of them were me testing the counter). today there are 25. i wonder why the suddent spike?

uh-oh. i’ve got 422 visits today. a far cry from my average of about 30. must be the dmoz thing.

nope, it’s the hotscripts thing.

let’s hope that someone outta that bunch can get it to work.

(don’t mind me, i’m just typing as i trod along.)

funny, i’ve noticed that girls lately seem to range from “dropping hints” to virtually bragging about the fact that i’m nowhere near the top of their sexual totem poles.

i wonder if it’s really some deep-seated and ancient psychological desire to see one caveman beating the piss out of another caveman…?

‘coz i’m just not into being jealous like that.

i’m a lover, not a fighter.

i should be a spy.

one step away from the Event Horizon!

oooh! just got the next-to-last hint. something about her new boss, who was her old boss. something is up when the post is cryptic and includes the words “[boss’s name] situation.”

my will to recreate with this chick could be broken with a feather now. and i am happy!

any moment now….

holy crap! i’m in dmoz… i feel so weird. it’s a very alien feeling to have submitted a site to a directory as prestigious as dmoz and actually have it listed before 24 hours is up. maybe i should make more websites that have actual function once in a while or something.

oh my fucking god – Dayton apparently DOES have a subway system… and it’s the 2nd largest in the country!

i’ve officially announced the beta phase of the mars s.t.s. – i’d really like to get it going, and make sure that it actually works. i’m not sure what caused the problem that diziara had (it was something with the cookies). there’s a support forum here, if anyone’s interested.

updated the CSS on transmothra.com and on my livejournal. it’s a little cleaner, and i’m now just saying no to background colors on links. also fixed a few little bugs. still need to fix that whole multiple instances of the same ID thing.

EDIT:
also updated my web portfolio.

happy birthday to divineseduction!!

so i stayed up late last night. my grandfather got me up to do something for him… i think take the dog out. then i went and took a “nap” until like 3 o’clock in the afternoon. Matty (the dog) jumped up and laid with me for a while.

anyway, so i get up, walk out into the family room, and there’s Matty all sprawled out and looking kinda sad and bored and tiredey.

my grandfather looks at me, and with great big wet tears in his throat he barely manages to squeak out: “I just feel so sorry for her.”

i ask him why, and look closer to make sure she’s still breathing! (she is.)

“because she needs a little exercise… I just think she’s depressed.”

and my heart just broke. my grandfather is the sweetest ol’ guy on the planet sometimes.

and lately he’s been having such trouble with his hip. he gets so frustrated, because he never wanted to get old and have to be waited on… and his father had Alzheimer’s (which is really cute at first but believe me is a real serious and life-threatening living hell), and he’s not so sharp anymore, which irritates the hell out of him.

i’m just so afraid he’s gonna someday just get too frustrated with being old and just give up. just throw his hands in the air and give up and say “da hell with it” (like he does) and quit.

me & my dad thought that getting him a dog would make him younger somehow… put a little life back into his old bones. but he’s still old, no matter how you look at it. he might be a little happier with a doggie around… but if he’s not able to run and play with it like he did with my dog 20 years ago, then he’s gonna get upset like he did today. poor old gentle grandfather.

i hate watching him get old.

when i lived in Florida, for a long time i worked at ABC Liquors. once in a while there would come in a sweet old man who looked a lot like my grandfather, who in turn looks a lot like the olde-tyme C&W singer Tennessee Ernie Ford. i used to have to fight back the tears that would well up in my eyes when i saw that nice old man… he reminded me of my grandfather, and reminded me of the fact that my grandparents just weren’t as young as they used to be.

and when i came home for vacation… my crying grandma, sweet grandma who died in front of me just a few years later… they both had grayer hair and i knew, i could feel it coming on… that damnable aging thing that just gets worse and worse and worse…

and a few years later, on my next vacation, i saw them and decided pretty much off the bat (before returning to FL to a missing television set and about 300 less CDs) that i would be coming back to Ohio to live as soon as i could (which ended up being even sooner than i had planned – less than 2 months later in fact).

tonight he couldn’t get up out of his chair for the longest time. at one point he just about broke, just about flipped his lid, pounding the kitchen table and cursing to beat hell. poor guy… i can just hear it in his blood, the agony of realizing that his time has come and gone, coursing through his veins…

i don’t want him getting any older than this, but i don’t want him to just up and die either. god, it’s so hard to watch this happen to someone you love so much.

all the girls love my grampa to pieces.

i think that this may help me to just say no. she should know by now how i feel about her making out with other people.

(please don’t leave her comments, especially if they are nasty (yeah i mean YOU, Xenobia :P ))

i don’t want to feel like i own someone… and i don’t anyway… we’re not even officially going out or anything yet… so i figure that if it comes to laying down stupid rules and telling someone what they can and can’t do (which i REFUSE to do), it’s not worth it. i don’t have to do that. i can either dig it, or i can not dig it (and just not stick around).

please tell me that just because i’m not poly doesn’t make me a closed-minded asshole. because i feel like that right now.

can a person still be a hepcat and not be polyamorous?

i get the feeling that i am so 20th century and i don’t like that feeling one bit. grr!

damn, it almost seems like the closer i get to [getting to] Columbus, the farther i get from Star. i haven’t gone live with her (as in IM) in pretty much weeks now (my own fault, and we all know how i feel about that anyway ;) ). hargh. well, we’ll find out soon enough (? maybe) if it’s all even worth it. or not.

right right right right right.

i thought of this. it’s basically paraphrasing something the great Neil Young once said in the lyrics to one of his hottest songs from one of his lamest albums:

trust me, i can’t be trusted.

i wonder if i’ll ever have a good reason to use it though?

ok, i’ve had 3 beers now. i’m going to bed. i suppose all i’ll be able to dream about is god damned dog buttholes. why do they make ’em so freakin’ prominent, anyway?!

smooches, you freaks.

(sort of like “when the cat’s away…”)

hahahahaha, i totally forgot i made this!

i used to use that profile to harrass fundies and throw back their religion at them, sorta like the real Jesus (or Yeshua) in the temple in disgust at the truly horrifying practises of those who would lead the poor idiot empty sheep of the world into Death so swiftly.

p.s., the “interests” list on the left was utterly meant to be ironic, back when irony was still cool (and cool was still King of kings).

i got Byrne/Eno’s My Life in the Bush of Ghosts today. it has been YEARS since i last heard that fantastic and amazing record. there’s something very satisfying about listening to two eccentric white guys mimicking African rhythms. and they’re pretty damn good at it on this record, too.

haven’t had time to delve into anything much the last coupla days, what with a new dog and with family coming over every day. sorry i haven’t replied or commented anywhere. i usually don’t anyway, but still. thanks for all the comments on various things lately. they’re much appreciated!