 Thursday, May 31
Alright, OKAY, now I have a slew (okay so maybe like 6) of e-mails, ranging from the "hey didn't you know it was a prank?" to the "you, poor, deluded fool" types, I share with you, the cream of the crop.
from ben brown: That's a fake virus warning, Justin. The file you found is just a standard windows executable. I certainly hope this is an outlook worm and you didn't actually fall for the prank. from dre: LOL... you got caught on this one... from clifford (not cool enough to have a website, sorry): we already know u r a dumbass but the BEST, from jason: {insert Simpson voice here} HA HA !!!!!!!!!!!! next time look before you leap. Hope all is well end Now lord have mercy, what the FUCK was I thinking? Some serious sleep depravation and temporary gullibility, I mean, as one person said, I'm the laaaaaaaaast person to ever believe any of this crap, what happened? What cruel joke was god playing? Why... why....... (sobs) 10:12 PM | Jus | # | no comments
public service announcement
There's this fake bloody virus warning, that I got caught up in, just disregard it, the real info on the whole mess can be found over here at CNET. I should've ate my wheaties this morning. end PSA 6:01 PM | Jus | # | no comments
Oy, it's hard to stand up straight, Stef you weren't lying about those 4 days at all.
Guys, people, search engines, I have a question to pose, why are your closest friends, your friends? Besides the flowery or the superficial responses that've been drummed into our heads, forget those, dig deep, into the grim and tell me why? I was recently asked a similar question, so this is why I thought I'd put it to you, and add to that I'm just in an in-between mood with nothing of real substance to say. Tom Coates over at plasticbag asked visitors to share their stories of first love, I considered writing one, but I really can't decide who was my first real love, it's too close to call on that one, they were both new and unique in their own right, they were both firsts, but one a little more intense than the other. Plus do you people really want to hear me drone on about Rhoda or Natalie? It's rhetorical, no smart-assed quips or I've got a lead pipe and a plastic-lined trunk with your name on it ;) Also, go check out the photography over at the quietcity, the dashing design at burntgraphix, and the amazing motion graphics in dennis interactive. Dah, I've gone kookie. 5:30 AM | Jus | # | no commentsTuesday, May 29
my god...
100 sit-ups and 30 push-ups, I could barely get off the floor, talk about out of shape, why did I pick this morning to start back exercising... OUCH. 11:14 AM | Jus | # | no commentsFriday, May 25
Right-o, I fell asleep last night without writing someone back, so I better make this quick and get to typing...
Some great / interesting I've found on my web wonderings: colors of stories van der woning onfocus webbieworld raza syed goatee style dreamshadow red cricket infliction shinkansen saranwarp erasing eye wdc.photo sacrelicious doctor grosz david gary studios frost the nest pixelsurgeon That's all for now. 4:41 PM | Jus | # | no commentsThursday, May 24
Relief.
James didn't get the place, they rented it to some other shmuck, therefore I'm off the hook, and the next place we see I AM definately going to have a say in. So I'm sorry for stressing everyone including myself out, somebody was obviously looking out for me, strange. Regardless, I've still been feeling cluttered, busy, stressed without any real reason to be, it's a constant dark cloud looming over my head, I can't really put my finger on why, maybe things have been going so fine I'm making myself feel like crud because the opposite feels too alien. Letting various little things get to me, questioning myself over and over, mulling over every aspect of my life, worrying about work and going home... Just thinking out (loud), don't mind me. 6:37 PM | Jus | # | no commentsTuesday, May 22
okay so I'm in a really pissy mood.
I hate american hospitals, I hate pushy people, I hate having to move into a room smaller than my toilet, and I hate feeling like this. 10:20 PM | Jus | # | no commentsSunday, May 20
Well, I've been looking through some of the archives and I've noticed I used to be much more... personal on this thing, I used to speak my mind, and I used to sound like a 15-year-old, maybe not all bad, definately not all good.
inspiration So, in the old vein, news, you read someone's stuff, you're eager, you're interested, it makes you want to read more, learn more, until there comes a time when you feel like you bloody well had a pint over at the pub with them last night, the thing is, they don't know who the hell you are or what you're about, you're a faceless statistic, a hit on their traffic report. That's a cynical way of looking at it, I'd really like to think these people we admire know at least, we exist, we got what they had to say, and I think they should feel darn proud and a little humility for those lives they've connected with. I know I'm definately going to take my own advice, and feel just a little proud and amazed every time someone out there gets what I have to say, when someone out there gives a damn, and gives something back. 4:41 AM | Jus | # | no commentsWednesday, May 16
Trinidadian web de-what?
I constantly see these half-assed designers who think because they know FrontPage they can design a web page. The web creation firms in our little country of Trinidad & Tobago are sad at best, you have companies like Sputnick that were seemingly created just to saturate the market with as many sites as they could crank out using a handful of templates, but they’re not bad, bad would be CaribScape who only uses one. Worst? Oh there is a worst, worst would be those “designers” of the T & T Guardian that don’t even have a URL, just a bloody e-mail address, and sometimes not even that. For god’s sake I was designing better sites when I was 17, and so were Arthur and Andre, how can it be that these other companies get so many clients then? Simple Answer. The clients aren’t any better. The clients, the corporate consumer in our country are a sad, visionless entity who rarely think about the possibilities & opportunities the web provides (a largely untapped market which we are maybe completely unready for), 90% of the time all the client knows is that they “want” a web site, they have no ideas, no thoughts or structure in mind other than the need. A need spawned by our inherent desire to seem ahead of the game or evolving, so they can mention it in a sales pitch or to a gloat over their less savvy competitors. We are content to peddle mediocre product to these companies because there’s a notion of “get it while you can”, a narrow-minded view that a web site is a business card or a flyer and that’s all Trinidadian consumers are looking for. There are the few however, there are the people who at the very least, seem to see web design as something more than a disposable medium or art. Some excel in the technical like Matrix; the first time I’ve seen the use of credit card ordering for on our our firms (forget the fact it was done using US banks, because there’s little we can do about that for now). There are those who are dedicated to clean yet strong design in conjunction with technical prowess, such as PixelStation. But the list is short and I fear it will continue to shrink in comparison to the growing sea of web design “sweat shops” that make up our on-line developers. 3:10 AM | Jus | # | no commentsTuesday, May 15
Die pop, die.
Pop… pop can’t endure, just look at it, look at what the name suggests, it pops, then it fizzles, and then it dies. Is a Britney Spears track going to be tomorrow’s Dylan, Hendrix, Joplin or Zeppelin? Jesus she won’t even come close to a Duran Duran or Depeche Mode (and they’re great bands) as far as being remembered, or at the least, respected by their generation. One can draw reference to Madonna, it can be said, “But she endured…” well darlin’ that was a different time, a different audience, it was a time things were being created, experiments and risks were overflowing in 80’s pop and rock styles, oh she’ll be remembered, but because she was GOOD and innovative enough to survive. That isn’t like the new wave of pop-impersonators, those that throw high-school lyrics on a bubbly USED beat and sell millions of records because they’re desperately trying to capture the mass market of adolescent teens that they don’t respect enough to be original or worthwhile, sadly enough it’s not all the artists’ fault because maybe they’re right in not expecting more, and delivering more to their listeners, as those same teens just keep eating it up. But you’re wrong they say, what about other pop idols of yesteryear? Who, Tiffany? “I think we’re alone now”? You can hear the ORIGINAL song from decades before her on your favorite oldies station, but when last have you heard her version? And where’s she now? Where indeed. Just where the pop stars of today will be, on a future episode of “Where are they now?” I can go on, oh can I go on, New Kids on the Block, what about Debbie Gibson? The vast majority of poppers won’t last, because history don’t lie and somewhere, somehow, listeners are better than that. 5:55 PM | Jus | # | no commentsFriday, May 11
Ayeee did yall see what my sweet, darling baby did for me?
He's so talented. You're the best honey!! 7:24 PM | Michy | # | no commentsWednesday, May 9
"I've been down on the bottle, of a world full of lies,
I ain't looking for nothing, in anyone's eyes, sometimes my burden, is more than I can bare, it's not dark yet, but it's getting there." Bob Dylan - Not Dark Yet Amazing song, amazing songwriter. It's inconceivable some music, the faint guitar, the symbol, the tambourine, all the ghosts you don't know are there, but they make the piece something you remember. Jesus, some songs we even remember the singer's moans absolutely perfectly (U2 - with or without you), why... because it's all part of the song, it's not a few lines of verse, or even the melody on their own, each little hum breathes life into the song. I'm on my 30th cd of music in mp3 format now, it's amazing how much music still influences me, comforts me, I've got my own soundtrack to my life, I know what to play to create a mood, I know what to play to depress me or soothe me, thing is you've got to already be leaning towards that for it to work well. I've slapped on Enya or Tom Vedvik countless times to put me to sleep, I carry around my absolutely necessary albums when I fly, Disintegration, Ferment, Wish, Surrender... If I don't play Sutra Spin when I'm waiting to board I'll go insane. I was just lying down in bed, can't sleep (usual story) and I had Dylan on, and I just closed my eyes and I could touch the sounds with the darkness I saw, it was alive, and it just made me want to try, I'm sure poorly, to describe the awe of the intricacies of some music, real music. 3:30 PM | Jus | # | no commentsSunday, May 6
Quick run-down:
(1st day) Got 4 hours sleep, jump right into a day-long adventure which included - (2nd day) Got 6 hours sleep, jump right into another day-long adventure which included - I don't know if this matters, but somewhere in there we played Six Degress of Kevin Bacon... Ah yes, nothing else to impart at this time, my head is wooozieee. Must sleep... sleep.... 4:49 AM | Jus | # | no commentsFriday, May 4
AAGHHHHHHHHHH, mid-terms, all left until the last minute, going to die... and get a bunch of Cs, NOOOOO I'd rather just dieeeeee...
*poof* 5:39 AM | Jus | # | no comments |
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