i was supposed to go camping this past weekend with friends. it’s our annual columbus day dylan’s beach trip. about thirty or so of us show up with lots of guitars, drums, and booze, and proceed to make merry from saturday’s sundown to the wee hours of sunday morning. the next day is filled with clothes that smell of smoke, sand in inappropriate places, and a three hour drive back to sacramento. at least, that’s how it’s supposed to go.
instead, i decided friday afternoon that my time would be better spent preparing the new apartment for occupancy. yes, all of my things have been moved in, with small exceptions, but my kitchen is chaotic, my living room is festooned with plastic storage bins of books and stuff, my bedroom is a just a bed, and the computer room looks as if some strange bird tried to make a nest out of data and power cables. i feel somewhat daunted by all of this, not having lived by myself for the past 18 months or so, i almost feel as if i have forgotten how to run a household.
then there’s http://www.bearfinder.com/ that still needs maintenance. i have gone over my storage limit, so i had to prune back on the naughty galleries. i accidently uploaded whole directories without culling the worst photos. thank goodness for dreamweaver’s synchronize with delete capabilities. but this task took many hours of deciding if a particular photo was hot enough to go on my site.
also, http://www.smutminer.com/ has work that needs to be done, primarily research. i have been looking to see if an opensource video chat solution exists, or if i’m going to have to use ms-netmeeting.
i fell asleep at the keyboard friday night, and i knew that it was time to get up and get out of the house. so off i trotted down to the levies, cruising for cock, but really just taking a long walk. there wasn’t anyone in particular down there that struck my as bloworthy, but the walk certainly helped.
saturday morning, i awoke to more culling. those usenet newsgroups certainly have a high signal-to-noise ratio. i’m going to have to filter out images smaller than 10k, i think, and larger than 80k. that might help get rid of the porno-video-covers, the white rectangles, and the giganto penis pics. people just think that uploading a 1600×1200 image of their prick is somehow more enticing? i dunno. it will definately cut down some of the work i have to do, though.
sometime around 3pm or so, i get a call from my friend, jared, to inform me that a ticket was available for that night’s bob dylan show at the greek theater in berkeley. do i want to go? i jump at the chance, even though i know that there is still much to do around the house and online.
the dylan show was fantastic, not as good as last year’s concert at memorial auditorium in sacramento, but mostly because he has a new drummer, who is not as fast on the uptake as his last, but also because bob dylan on piano is not the best choice for him. he did a minimally palatable job, but he’s best on guitar and harmonica.
we drove home. jared and i sat out on the patio, smoking cigarettes and chatting about our current events, then jared hit the couch. he had to drive back to irvine the next morning, in time to grade the latin test he gave his students, and still be fresh for monday morning.
sunday morning, i bid jared a fond adieu, and i was back upstairs, culling pics. then off to the bloodbath and beyond, to buy a shower curtain and hooks, some coasters, soap dispensers. over to the house in elk grove, to pick up yet more bins, a duvet, more clothes, the new cpu and motherboard i got for a song.
back at the apartment, there was more work. then, i went off to chuck and gordon’s for a visit. it’s amazing how much more social i am now that i live in a central location. i suppose there is a certain aspect of loneliness, too, but it’s was a ten minute drive over there, where it would have been double or triple that when i was in elk grove.
sleep came at around 11pm, then i woke up, took a shower behind my new shower curtain (hooray for dry floors!), dressed, a
nd drove to work, to find me with nothing to do, and a manager who is not particulaly interest, or perhaps too busy, to assign me anything.
i’ve been sitting here now for the past few hours with nothing to do. i detest boredom more than anything else.
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