w00t!

Feeling proud - GA is # 5 in The Google for “boston college sucks!”  *happy dance*

It’s the little things…

Just messin’ around

experiments in photoshop :: da ‘brook :: february 21, 2009

Still struggling with the redesign on this site.  Don’t know why the same code I’ve written a bazillion times is refusing to work the way it’s supposed to.  Feelin’ miiiiiighty stupid.  This is probably why I never really got into doing this for a living… so much easier to do it on the side, for myself.  No pressure.  No headaches.  No demanding clients - oh wait.  I’m pretty demanding.  Moving on.

Instead of fighting with the code, I’ve been fooling around with some of my Instrument photos.  The idea is to create a CD cover for their new EP… for my copy.  I’m not really one to share my crap graphic design skills with the world. (Unless, of course, it’s on/for one of my sites. *grin*) I’ve done several different versions and I’m not really happy with any of them.  That said, this one is my favorite, but I’m not sure why. 

I’m just really glad that no one’s expecting me to actually put those out in the world or anything.

I suppose I’ve done enough stalling for the night.  It’s time for round seven of Tam vs the “float:right”.  GRRRRR!

 

You dirty little smuggler…

boba fett :: london :: september 1, 2008

I actually had one of those work weeks that started out completely terrible and got better as the weekend approached. That NEVER happens.  Normally, it goes downhill and it never stops.  Part of joy of this particular job, I suppose. Eh.  I didn’t spend all that money on a career counselor and all those hours tearing apart and rebuilding my resume to walk away from what WILL be my perfect job. I just need patience.  Not one of my strong suits, but after a few weeks in, I knew this job was a three year plan, easy.  Assuming I don’t go to jail for murder…  or that they can still afford to keep me on board…  I’ll stay as long as I can. 

I suppose a huge help was knowing that tonight was BU vs. Northeastern.  We were a point behind them in the Hockey East standings, ranked above them nationally (# 1 vs # 4), and the Beanpot championship game definitely brought out the best in both teams.  I was twitchy once 3 PM rolled around.  I couldn’t wait to get out of the office and into The Greek.  It was kind of sad, really.  Like a freaking kid on Christmas Eve.

And just like a lot of Christmas Eves in my house when I was growing up, it was all foreplay and no fireworks.  The game definitely had it’s moments, don’t get me wrong, but we looked flat and our D really screwed us in the second period.  So much promise and we ended up barely walking away with a tie.  About the only good thing about the game was when Yip beat that kid to a pulp.  Reminded me of watching the Storm for a minute.  (Shame the NCAA frowns on fighting - it does make the game much more interesting sometimes.)

We play them tomorrow night at UMASS-Roxbury and I hope we win.  I want to be in the top spot.  We deserve the top spot.

(If you don’t get the Robot Chicken reference, click here.)

Name Days

old school st. :: the warehouse, hartford, ct :: february 7, 2009

So, your friend and mine, Dizzy Vizzy, is all about her “name day” today.

Being of Eastern European descent, I was curious to see if the Ukrainians also celebrated name days.  Apparently, they do! (Scroll down for the Ukie’s name days.)

Mine is the first of May.  I was wondering how I’d remember that when the Hubby of Wonder reminded me of my new favorite song: “The First of May” by Jonathan Coulton.  (LYRICS ARE NOT SFW!!!!!)

Normally, early May sucks for me - I’ve got the quadruple whammy of the anniversary of my father’s death (April 30), my mother’s birthday (May 3), Mother’s Day (varies) and my parent’s wedding anniversary (May 10) in the first two weeks or so of that month.  It’s a hard few weeks to get through.  Being an orphan, those days have a TON of baggage, and I’m normally miserable during that time period. REALLY miserable.

But now!  NOW!  I can look forward to both my name day and the, uh, activities to partake in on the First of May.

w00t! for the first of May!

 

 

 

Things are not always as they seem.

jamie and gracie :: cape neddick, me :: may 15, 2008

OK.  Let me make something crystal clear:  NOT. OUR.  KID. 

Like the title says, things are not always as they seem.

The new rage of posting all these lists on Facebook and tagging people has been all over teh interwebs for a long time - it used to be called a “meme”.  I don’t know what this Facebook thing is called or even if it has a name, but I’m a little tired of it.  I’ve never been one for tagging people to do memes.  I just think it’s a bit obnoxious… and now that this stuff is on Facebook, your lack of participation is more obvious than it was on your blog.  It makes me cranky.  Really. It’s kind of like, “HI!  Welcome to the Internet, circa 2000.”  *sigh*  The new kids always ruin everything. 

My “about me” on this blog is really lacking.  I know.  I’m working on one.  I’m having a lot of trouble getting the “new” design to play nice, so I keep stalling.  I will get it done.  By the end of the month.  If it kills me. 

But anyhoo, like that new “about me” says, “If you know me from just my blog, you know me.”

That’s not entirely true, of course.  What you see here is a diluted, sometimes censored, version of me.  You get a filtered version of whatever is in my head when I sit down and fire up EE.  The good, the bad, the ugly.  But you don’t get the really ugly, the really hurtful, the really angry and the really destructive side of me.  That I save for elsewhere.  I write incessantly in a Moleskine. I blog at a different domain, under a different name.  Could you find me? Probably.  Do you want to find me? Not unless you want to be truly disturbed by what I have to say.  I very rarely censor myself there.  That is, as close as possible, to the real me.  This? This is me, too.  But it’s not the REAL me. 

If you know me from just my blog, you can create a image of who you want me to be. 

If you know me from limited access in meatspace, you can also create an image of who you want me to be.

If you know me from the extended disco remix of meatspace, you probably have an even better image of who you want me to be.

But you don’t get it. You get the person you think I am.  The person you want me to be.  And as a result, you don’t get me.

I’m not quite sure what to tell you… I’m not sure I’m the person you think I am.  I’m not certain I can be the person you want me to be.

I’m just me.  Deeply flawed and very broken, but me.

Accept it or don’t.  I don’t care anymore.