This weekend, in comparison with the past several weekends, has been mostly uneventful. Well, not entirely so. I did go to see Fantasia 2000 yesterday, which was fun. Definitely a good experience for music lovers.

Well, that movielog entry for last night wasn't supposed to appear until I finish it. Last night, I come home, type half an entry. Ding! Clock takes over. Time to go watch the new Xena. So I uncheck the little "publish" checkbox, hit submit, thinking all is well. The half-written version will sit in the database, and nobody will see it until I return at my leisure to finish. Of course, I don't bother to look at my page and make sure everything is normal, cause I was in too much of a hurry (inconsistent use of present and past tense aside).

Hmmmm. The first movielog entry for many an age, it would seem. Almost hard to remember how to go about these things. :)

Well, today marked the last day of "C"'s time at eSoft. As such, the whole gang -- or at least those who were able to make it -- headed out of work early to go to B.J.'s in Boulder to wish the coworker a final farewell. The last time I went to that restaurant was an outing last fall with all the x13 people.

Well, I just got done reading somebody else's nice little webpage updates, which happened to devote a nice big full paragraph to something, or some things, I wrote here yesterday. And I'm getting the sneaking suspicion that an email from... ahem... someone else... ahem... isn't too far off. (The "w" command can show you some amazing facts sometimes. lol.) I shall refrain from further comment at this time.

How funny that I would be talking about muses, only to see the title of tonight's episode. :) That was a good one. Well, I enjoyed it at least. Maybe not any big space battles, but a well written, well done episode. lol at some of the stuff that playwrite came up with though. Janeway and Chakotay. lol. I almost could have taken some of the lines to be subtle criticism of prior Star Trek shows. All that talk about twists and tricks to take the place of the heart of the story. Could they have meant some of the more technobabble-filled plots of TNG? And all the kissing romance stuff, a benign mocking of DS9's final seasons? Nah. :)

You and me baby
ain't nothin but mammals
so let's do it like they do
on the discovery channel

You and me baby
ain't nothin but mammals
so let's do it like they do
on the discovery channel

You and me baby
ain't nothin but mammals
so let's do it like they do
on the discovery channel

Well, that wraps another weeks of Quality Television Programming (tm). Actually, tonight's Buffy episode was so-so. A good hour of entertainment, but nothing horribly outstanding. Lol at Giles and the guitar though. And that cwazy, cwazy lady. Teachin' em the Ways of the Lord. Scary.

This one is short though, cause I'm gonna read in a moment, then get some sleep.

See title. :)

Yeah, this is a part 2, but given the fragmented nature of tonight's subject matter, a non-sequential reading might not be much of a loss. Your mileage may vary.

I suppose this rambling would be yet another to fall under the category of "Another wild weekend comes to an end, so now let's psych back up for the return to the 8-5 workplace week." Except of course, that on this workplace week, I will be driving myself to the workplace. Heeheehee. :)

Alrighty then. I got my sleep. All four hours of it. Or almost that much. heehee. :)

Yep. Part 3. Goodie.

Part 2. Everyone knows the drill by now. (I really should put it in the faq for new readers, huh? Assuming new readers even read the faq. [shrug] That's assuming there even are any new readers. I wouldn't know. I make it a point NOT to look at the logs these days. lol.)

I was planning to begin this after the cool tv shows. But, since channel 2 has again succeeded in their ever-continuing quest to alienate viewers, the report begins NOW. :)

YES! YES! YES! YES!

And THAT title is the literal truth. I may wish I was pulling a Neelix, but I am not. (Readers may choose any definition of "pulling a Neelix" that they feel applies; the statement would hold its veracity under all definitions currently in my database.)

You know there are people around who care when within one 24 hour period, not one, but TWO friends send email with tips about car buying. Thanks guys! (and I mean "guys" in the totally non-gender-specific sense) ;) We'll see what transpires.

True words indeed. Looks like I'm not the only one playing the "throw out just enough material to whet the readers' appetite, then let them guess the rest" game anymore. ;)

In my existence as a linux user, there has been nothing more mysterious and annoying that mail transport agents. Grrrrr. Especially when you're on an ISP which has some really stupid, ugly restrictions on outgoing connections through port 25, which you've had to kludge inelegant workarounds left and right to get things to work at all. And then, under certain circumstances, these kludges backfire. Ugggggghh.

Ok, fuck that. Since UPN, in their infinite wisdom, has decided to show some random hockey game in place of Voyager, I think we'll just start tonight's reading time early. After I eat.

Alright, so here I've been even since arriving home from work, zoning out on Tori Amos, followed by a little Marilyn Manson. Actually, zoning isn't the right word. Immersing would be more like it. Gotta do that sometimes.

[Van Halen: Balance. Track 7: Not Enough. Play. Repeat on. Single track.]

Wow, that brightened my mood significantly again. Upon arriving home from work, I found an email from Jaeger waiting. Photos from Starfest are posted. :)

Yes, thanks to Netscape's memory leaks, we are now entering Part 3. Enjoy the ride. :)

It's part 2. Regular readers (and are there really any other kind?) know what that means. (It occurrs that I should really make a way to easily navigate back to part 1 without having to scroll down a bunch. Oh well. Maybe in the mythical Version 2. Except it's structure is totally different anyway. Well, enough of that.)

Yes, I did end up at Starfest today. Managed to borrow the parents' car, happily enough. :)

Hmmmmmmmm.... What shall I write about now? Choices, choices. To go in chronological order, or reverse chronological order? I think neither. Let's just jump around from event to event, with no attention paid to sequence or progression. :)

Damn, I love this track. No lyrics. A subtle rhythm, but it's there. And just the haunting, echoing ... calm, yet still disturbed, scarred... stuff. In between the walls of noise. Trent is a genius.

And it is indeed. Not a minute too soon for me, in this case. On the agenda for this edition of "Ways to make weekends suck less": A LOT of time lying on my ass, a LOT of letting my neck heal itself from whatever mysterious ailment was procured sometime between Wednesday night and Thursday morning (it was better today than yesterday, but still an annoyance), as much sleep as my little head desires, and some good reading. Maybe a little tv too. :)

We'll get to the reason for that title in a moment. :)

This one's gonna be short, cause I wanna do some reading. :)

Hmmmm. It would seem that the more I mention things that could be construed as oblique references to meatspace conversations on this web page, the more people who (presumably) read this web page appear to make what could be construed as oblique references in meatspace conversations to things I've written on this web page.

or not.

So, what did I do today?

Well, there's one way to start the weekend off with a bang. :)

lol.

I'll try to stay awake long enough to type a few paragraphs. After the day I've had though, coupled with the fact that no matter how I tried, I couldn't get my stupid brain to sleep last night while I lay in bed awake for over an hour, I may just fall right over in this chair and pass into a coma to last until the beginning of the new millinneum.

Ever get the feeling you're a cockroach that's about to be run over by a tractor? When I left work today, I promised myself I wouldn't post a continuation to last night's piece. Not tonight. Not yet. So I'm not.

Well, today marked the first day I was the last one to leave the office. I'm not sure whether to be excited or worried by this. Whatever the case, I did have good reason.

Ways to make weedends suck less.

Alrighty then! The challenge: To make this entire rambling before Netscape eats up all my swap with its annoying memory leak. Can it be done? Perhaps not, but we can at least make a valiant attempt. In the event of failure, there's always Plan B: Do an obnoxious "Part 2" entry.

Alrighthy then! I have a LOT of shit to ramble about tonight. But before a complete report on the CLIQ is posted, let's get the routine stuff over with. But even before that, I must say this: