December 2003 Archives
The Scabs - All I Want For Christmas (Is My Methadone) (mp3 has been deprecated)
Dale Watson - Santa and My Semi (mp3 has been deprecated)
I just retrieved a message from my Spam folder notifying me of 2004 Orientation for incoming University of Texas undergraduates. I appreciated the invitation, except for the fact that I have been admitted as a graduate student and the sender is apparently unaware of the "BCC" feature on her mail program. The message was directly addressed to 1533 people. I'm guessing that's not the entire incoming class for Spring 2004...the last address on the list is followed by a comma and I'm pretty sure it was cut off beyond that point.
I'm also guessing there were a few other people like me that should never have been sent the message in the first place. There are 310 of us with "utexas" email addresses. There probably aren't that many UT staff workers are starting college in the Spring.
I'm just glad to know I'll be part of an incoming class with "alwaysrightchica", "householdrobot", "isawyouonyourbike", "jesspoopoo", "lord_of_the_shire", "Losinsleepoveru", "monkeluvr2001", "OUCHMYFRIGGINLEG", "spitandglue", "thesebrokenwings", and "xyouthattackx".
The Pink Floyd song is no longer here, so I hope that's not what you came here for.
At least if you're in my line of work...
The Art of Unix Programming - I need this book.
Whenever I take the time to read about software and programming, it re-opens my eyes to how little I really know. It boggles the mind.
It's so hard to know what to say when someone dies. Especially when the person is so young and it happens so abruptly. It's so disruptive to the normal mindset that our friends are always going to be around and we'll get to experience all of life together.
I didn't really get to spend that much time with Darin until this summer, but I'm glad we were able to take so many ski trips. He was always a blast to have in the boat, even (or especially) when he and Brian couldn't agree how much distance to keep between us and the bank.
I'd heard that song for the first time this summer, but it took on a new meaning when I heard it again in November.
So great, in fact, that I haven't had time to write about it till today.
I remember last year the weather was pretty lousy and everything just seemed really low-key.
The weekend started off with my office Christmas party - we had a casino night on Town Lake. I wish I'd thrown some bigger bets down, but overall it was a blast. Mary Alice claimed my Hillshire Farm gift pack while I was upstairs, so at least I won something.
Saturday I started putting up Christmas lights...just finished that tonight. Wrapped three of the oak trees in front and the deck railing in back. Hopefully I can take some pictures soon.
Saturday night a bunch of folks came over; let me see if I can list them...Mark, Sara(h?), Paul, Emma, Rolando, Cristina, Mike, Mimi, Jason, Ron, John, and David. Mary Alice made another great German Chocolate cake and Rolando brought Jaegermeister and Red Bull. Now that's a party. We got to watch KSU beat up on the Okies as well as demo my HDTV. Good stuff.
Sunday was recovery from Saturday. Mary Alice and I took pictures for Christmas cards, one should be on the way to you soon.
Monday night I met Mike at the Stephen F. Austin for some Old Fashioned's and then went out with the bible study guys to BW3 and Buffalo Billiards. The last-minute comeback by Stockton and Malone on NBA Jam was one for the ages. My pool playing is better off fading into the past.
Apparently a bunch of weiners have succeeded in tilting Google site rankings so that searching for "Miserable Failure" returns George Bush's biography.
It's time to use that strategy for something useful. Namely, letting the world know that OU sucks.
If you want to join the cause, just be sure to proclaim to the world that OU sucks on every web site that you can.
You can even copy this and paste it into your site if you're lazy.
<a href="http://www.ou.edu">OU sucks</a>