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The Latin Guy Who Won't Go Away

Hehe.

Hmm

http://www.calliander.net/lotgd/

Soopa bowl

Did anyone think the Pats WOULDN'T win?

Dunga dunga DUNGA.

Well, again I am starting a post by pointing out it's been a while.. yadda yadda. I do miss putting my thoughts online, which is why I still intend on doing it more.... eventually. Probably not until summer, which is a likely target at this point for a site re-launch. I still haven't really told anyone what the new features are. My reason is somewhat dumb - someone else might take the ideas and implement them first. Now, that really should be fine considering it's been three years or something since the ideas came up. Some of the features have already appeared elsewhere, but I still feel my set of ideas is still fairly unique (for now) as a whole. Call me selfish, but I want to do it myself.

Stone has mentioned this being the year of the big two five for him, and it's also true for a number of us including myself. Yay for the insurance break and all that.

The number also sort of hits you in other ways. I turn 25 this month (on the 25th) and it's not something I'm exactly fretting over. I can't say I particularly enjoy any birthday, except 18 and 21. It's an excuse to break out sweet treats (cake) and liquor, but that brings me to my point. I don't need an excuse. I will sometimes celebrate a sunny Tuesday, and in California that happens practically 52 times a year (give or take). Don't get me wrong, I don't celebrate every tuesday.

When it comes down to it, in many ways I prefer the random celebration. Perhaps a good steak dinner, some nice belgian ale (Chimay) and friends.

Now, turning 25 really means little (besides car rentals and insurance) except you're half way through your twenties. Half way to 30, which to someone in their early 20s could look like the end of the world (settled down, family, whatever). I'm not at all woried about my body continuing to age (not yet at least.. incontinence is a long way away). Really it becomes about expectations. Acting your age.

Now, for years I've acted older than my age in many ways, and now I feel things reversing. I type this at nearly 2am on a Wednesday night. I'm out of school, I'm in the "real world". People in the real world go to bed early and go to work quite early. At least most working stiffs do. It's the responsible thing to do, right?. I just can't seem to get myself to do that just yet.

I'm sure eventually I'll slow down, it's only natural. I think my plan is to fight it off as best as I can. Does that then make me afraid of getting old? Some might see it that way, but I don't. When I see older people (even as young as 30) who have just given up on living a good life... well, I don't know, it sucks.

Anyone Who Scores Higher Than Me Is A Cheater

http://www.nytimes.com/2005/01/26/business/media/26adco.html?8hpib

"In response to the complaints, the president of Anheuser-Busch, August A. Busch IV, pledged the company would reassess its approach to Super Bowl advertising, which the critics charged was intended to pander to the prime beer drinkers, men from 21 to 25."

Man, men, 21 to 25 - that means that I only have, at most, 23 months left of prime drinking time before I become second rate.  I have work to do.

Things are good here.  Work is dragging a bit, but I'm in a good area of Philadelphia, I like where I live, very happy.

Stone

snow and a mustang part dux

well officer feris just rang the telly here at the devlin household, i explained that " no sir that dent in the front has been their for a while and i was just coming up parish farm and spunn out, i wanst drunk at allll no ocifer...." :) well ill be calling branford auto center in the AM and getting sombody to get my car out that ditch. anyways goodnight i make it though yet anouther evening alive lets alll be thank ful, except the one person i now whishses i was dead.....gpoodnight

G-g-g-g-g g-mail

Gmail is an excellent e-mail website.  I like it more than I like Outlook.

Can everyone go on the 23rd?  I had told a couple of people I wanted to go on the 26th, without realizing the 26th was a Sunday - I need to be back in NJ/Philly that Monday.  23rd is this Thursday.  I would be able to be back up and at Outback by 8pm, I believe.

Stone

Victory Golden Monkey

Philadelphia is a great city for someone who likes beer - there are a number of great beer bars, including some very good Belgian cafes (one, Monk's, was the first bar in the US to have Chimay on draft). Now,many local bars, evenaverage sports bars, willkeep a good belgian beer, Chimay, even Duvel, on draft. There are also quite a fewexcellent breweries local to Philadelphia, including Yards, which may be the most well known local brewery, and Victory, which is the best of the lot. The brewery is 37 miles away from Rittenhouse.

The beerpictured above,"Victory Golden Monkey" is a Belgian-style Triple Ale, 9.6% ABV -I've had it ondraft at the Royal Tavern in Bella Vista, andin six-packs sold in NJ. It tastes like a less austere, slightly sweet champagne, and it has a massive kick. Smells like quince marmalade. Good with food. It's also a bit like a richer Delirium Tremens. The 10% ABV rolls you over very quickly. $9.99 per 6 pack.

My highest recommendation. 18 stars.

Gallic Persuasion

A few interesting things have happened recently.  I signed a lease on a new apartment, and I will be moving in at the end of this month.  It's on the 11th floor of an apartment building in the midst of the city.  I've wanted to live in a real city (I don't think most of Los Angeles counts, the neighborhoods are too distinct.  Los Angeles is 95% sprawl).  The place I'm in is more like living near Central Park in NYC.  There's a good bakery down the street.  The name of the apartment is the Dorchester - most of the apartments in the area have names like that, the names of hotels in London.  The area is funny - you see women my age wearing fur coats.   Drive 10 miles south and you see men my age wearing fur coats.  The two groups don't have much in common other than the fur.  There are also a lot of old women that like to rove around the park near my apartment, paired together, walking arm in arm. <p>

I got a watch a couple of days ago.  It's the first watch I've had since a digital one that I lost somewhere, maybe in Washington DC, back in 8th grade.  It's convenient in a way I didn't expect to know what time it is when I'm not near a computer.<P>

Stone

Christmas time indeed...

Well, every time I post I realise how much time goes by between posts. I keep saying I am going to post more, but I don't. A lot of the time I have little to say really. I waste my time more on TV these days than computing pleasures. I actually don't hav really any computing pleasures anymore. I want to build a gaming box, but that's probably going to be next fall... I have other plans for my income.

I took the plunge and finally purchased a 7" widescreen touchscreen LCD. When it arrives, I am going to build a double-din frame for it (fibre glass + bondo + time = goodness). I haven't worked out the rest of the details for my automobile workings, but it's going to involve a retail license to buy wholesale. I am probably going to have to get a new amp, rewire all of my speakers with passive crossovers (or replace the speakers too), and a few other more minor things to get this project off the ground. $$$

I keep wanting to go out and buy a motorcycle using my credit card. My 8 mile commute takes 40-80 minutes in the evenings, and with a bike I can split lanes and stop driving at Old-Lady-Walking pace. In the last two years that I've lived in Los Angeles, I have watched the traffic get steadily worse. I have also moved out of downtown, which makes it more noticible because I used to drive against traffic.

Traffic is bad going both directions though. It's crazy. Everybody needs to rethink their living situation and swap around. Too many people commute too far (Calliander is one of these fools).

On my drive home last night, I drove under a couple of bridges going under 5mph. There were tourists up on the bridges taking photos of the freeway. It's fucking crazy.

I went to brookstone last night to get a new alarm clock (I want one with 24-hour time). The closest Brookstone to me is up in Hollywood&Highland, near Mann's Chinese Theatre. It's a 10 minute walk there from my apartment, and all I wanted was an alarm clock. But it took me a while to wade through the sea of people trying to catch a glimpse of Brad Pitt and the rest of the cast of Oceans Twelve. It's amusing to me... living in this place where thousands and thousands of people come to visit. For many of the people last night, that was a true highlight of their trip, whether or not they saw an actual celebrity.

I went shopping this morning. I bought a few things I had been putting off buying (sneakers) and bought something I didn't think I'd be buying in Cali - a winter coat. Specifically a ski parka/jacket. I bought the whole ski kit basically... the jacket, the pants (not exactly a matched pair), hat, goggles, gloves, and a headband for my ears. Hopefully this will be the last jacket I buy for a while.. at least until it feels too out of style. It is snazzy with all of the pockets and stuff.

I also had a haircut this morning. Since summer I've been going to the same particular hairdresser chick. It's the first time I've actually not dreaded getting a haircut. She washes my hair after she cuts it, which I definitely enjoy. Nothing like a good scalp rub. We have a bit of a connection going too... she's cute for sure. Not without baggage, and in some ways it's the worst kind (single mom). Ah well.