Fun With The English Speaker
A couple of days ago, I went into La Bamba's to get some dinner. I like to order in Spanish and shoot the breeze with the staff with my very limited vocabulario de español. But I've been in there so many times, they already know what I want and they go to work on my sandwich as soon as I hit the door. But if I did have to order, it would go something like this.
"Una torta pollo. No tomates, no cebollas," I would theoretically say (and have said in the past).
This is a reply I actually got last time.
"¿Deseas una cerveza?"
I thought for a second as I tried to translate. He repeated it.
"¿Deseas una cerveza?"
"Are you asking me if I want a beer?" I asked.
"Yes," the patron said.
"Do you even have beer?"
"No."
Then he and the guy frying up my torta had a laugh.
¡Qué Bromistas!
Thursday, August 26, 2004
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
A Necromancer Eulogy
A Necromancer Eulogy
Patriarch Korba
Master Necromancer
A Real People Person.
Expired August 2004.
R.I.P. Among Your Beloved Minions.
I forgot to check in on my 94th level Necromancer in Diablo 2 and they wasted my beloved character. I got busy. I forgot to log in within the 90 day allotted time period to keep him active and now he's gone forever - or until someone else remakes him.
Korba was awesome. I've tried the other classes but never really got into them as much as I did necros. Necros rock! Sweetened by the fact that they were probably the least favorite of all the classes among players, I had the class virtually to myself.
And Korba knew how to tear things up. He could summon over a dozen revived creatures he or his party had just taken out, a few good skeletal mages and countless skeletal warriors who all revolved around his centerpiece, the Fire Golem.
For the longest time, Korba used a Blood Golem as his companion, but got tired of that relationship (when Blizzard nerfed it). He divorced the BG and found new love in the Fire Golem. And boy, was he (it) bright! Smart as a whip, aggressive as a bull. It's sad to think that all of those Golems resting on that netherplane will never be summoned by Korba's black magic ever again.
Goodbye Korba. This existence couldn't hold you. You are where you belong; among (dead) friends. Hopefully those beings on the other side won't take too much offense from you manipulating them all of these years through countless battles.
Patriarch Korba
Master Necromancer
A Real People Person.
Expired August 2004.
R.I.P. Among Your Beloved Minions.
I forgot to check in on my 94th level Necromancer in Diablo 2 and they wasted my beloved character. I got busy. I forgot to log in within the 90 day allotted time period to keep him active and now he's gone forever - or until someone else remakes him.
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Korba was awesome. I've tried the other classes but never really got into them as much as I did necros. Necros rock! Sweetened by the fact that they were probably the least favorite of all the classes among players, I had the class virtually to myself.
And Korba knew how to tear things up. He could summon over a dozen revived creatures he or his party had just taken out, a few good skeletal mages and countless skeletal warriors who all revolved around his centerpiece, the Fire Golem.
For the longest time, Korba used a Blood Golem as his companion, but got tired of that relationship (when Blizzard nerfed it). He divorced the BG and found new love in the Fire Golem. And boy, was he (it) bright! Smart as a whip, aggressive as a bull. It's sad to think that all of those Golems resting on that netherplane will never be summoned by Korba's black magic ever again.
Goodbye Korba. This existence couldn't hold you. You are where you belong; among (dead) friends. Hopefully those beings on the other side won't take too much offense from you manipulating them all of these years through countless battles.
New Look
New Look
Yes that's my pet rabbit adorning my page's new banner. His name is Bunner and we've had him in the family for years.
He's been featured on this blog before and he's real fun when we have get togethers, especially around Easter.
sensing samsara has undergone a few designs since its inception. Unfortunately I can't find its original look; Blogger doesn't keep the template around anymore, but I did keep the last couple of versions.
Peas & Carrots w/ Eyes
Peas & Carrots w/ Bugs
Toad Kingdom w/ Bunner (current)
Yes that's my pet rabbit adorning my page's new banner. His name is Bunner and we've had him in the family for years.
He's been featured on this blog before and he's real fun when we have get togethers, especially around Easter.
sensing samsara has undergone a few designs since its inception. Unfortunately I can't find its original look; Blogger doesn't keep the template around anymore, but I did keep the last couple of versions.
Peas & Carrots w/ Eyes
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Peas & Carrots w/ Bugs
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Toad Kingdom w/ Bunner (current)
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Tuesday, August 24, 2004
Sound of Silence Seldom Soothing
Sound of Silence Seldom Soothing
How's that for alliteration?
As I write this, I am listening to a chorus of frogs and it sounds quite soothing.
It reminds me that I rely heavily on white noise at night to fall asleep. For this, I have always run a standard box fan when I go to bed. The fan runs all night and gets shut off when I get up. I can't remember if Mrs. Lock ever used white noise before she met me but now I think she expects to have something running when she's trying to sleep. I'm not sure how I got started on this. I didn't use this method to fall asleep as a kid. I think it started when I used to work midnight shifts and I wanted to insure a good day's sleep by drowning out the wide awake world that did their business while the sun was shining.
Recently, our box fan of seven years has started to sputter, ching, screech and sometimes not power up at all. We're losing our bed buddy and need to see about replacing it with something new. I've thought about digitally recording the sound of the fan, burning it to CD and playing it in our mp3 stereo the whole night, but that can't be good for the stereo to be running all night, every night for multiple years.
So I've thought about a sound machine; you know the kind you push a button which digitally plays a jukebox of natural or artificial sounds. Only problem is that those sound machines suck. They're single speaker, mono, no bass. It's like listening to - well, a piss poor recording of the actual sound like you called it on the telephone and asked for a playback.
Listening to these frogs chirping (or whatever the heck it is they do to produce sound) makes me think I can fall asleep to this. We're not used to hearing frogs where we live. We're not used to hearing crashing waves on a beach either but I bet that would work too.
I'll probably just break down and buy a new box fan. I have to get my sleep.
How's that for alliteration?
As I write this, I am listening to a chorus of frogs and it sounds quite soothing.
It reminds me that I rely heavily on white noise at night to fall asleep. For this, I have always run a standard box fan when I go to bed. The fan runs all night and gets shut off when I get up. I can't remember if Mrs. Lock ever used white noise before she met me but now I think she expects to have something running when she's trying to sleep. I'm not sure how I got started on this. I didn't use this method to fall asleep as a kid. I think it started when I used to work midnight shifts and I wanted to insure a good day's sleep by drowning out the wide awake world that did their business while the sun was shining.
Recently, our box fan of seven years has started to sputter, ching, screech and sometimes not power up at all. We're losing our bed buddy and need to see about replacing it with something new. I've thought about digitally recording the sound of the fan, burning it to CD and playing it in our mp3 stereo the whole night, but that can't be good for the stereo to be running all night, every night for multiple years.
So I've thought about a sound machine; you know the kind you push a button which digitally plays a jukebox of natural or artificial sounds. Only problem is that those sound machines suck. They're single speaker, mono, no bass. It's like listening to - well, a piss poor recording of the actual sound like you called it on the telephone and asked for a playback.
Listening to these frogs chirping (or whatever the heck it is they do to produce sound) makes me think I can fall asleep to this. We're not used to hearing frogs where we live. We're not used to hearing crashing waves on a beach either but I bet that would work too.
I'll probably just break down and buy a new box fan. I have to get my sleep.
Monday, August 23, 2004
Quinn Speaks, ATHF Say Goodbye
Quinn Speaks, ATHF Say Goodbye
Say it isn't so. Adult Swim as been advertising that Aqua Teen Hunger Force is being cancelled! I just can't believe it. Why cancel something that is obviously so creative and so hilarious? It's not easy being hip.
I keep thinking it might be just one giant joke since those characters at Williams Street Studios obviously have a bent sense of humor.
Oh well, if it does go off the air, I still have Sealab, Birdman and my new favorite show: Venture Brothers! It's the Tick without the Tick, sort of. Actually the Tick is in it, but not as the Tick. What cartoon voice can't Putty do?
 | "C'mon ppl, you know Sealab is prone to massive explosions!"
-- Dr. Quinn, Science Officer |
Say it isn't so. Adult Swim as been advertising that Aqua Teen Hunger Force is being cancelled! I just can't believe it. Why cancel something that is obviously so creative and so hilarious? It's not easy being hip.
I keep thinking it might be just one giant joke since those characters at Williams Street Studios obviously have a bent sense of humor.
Oh well, if it does go off the air, I still have Sealab, Birdman and my new favorite show: Venture Brothers! It's the Tick without the Tick, sort of. Actually the Tick is in it, but not as the Tick. What cartoon voice can't Putty do?
Thursday, August 19, 2004
Great Googly Moogly
Great Googly Moogly
Today, a huge private company went public. Google became a public company. That's right, the search engine giant has been private all these years and still raked in the cash. But now, they're tired of making millions. Now, they want to make BILLIONS and going public should get them just that.
It's been reported that the Google founders may have violated SEC rules by talking about their company's IPO in a Playboy article weeks before the offering. Article in Playboy? Guess what? No one read it.
More power to you Google.
Today, a huge private company went public. Google became a public company. That's right, the search engine giant has been private all these years and still raked in the cash. But now, they're tired of making millions. Now, they want to make BILLIONS and going public should get them just that.
It's been reported that the Google founders may have violated SEC rules by talking about their company's IPO in a Playboy article weeks before the offering. Article in Playboy? Guess what? No one read it.
More power to you Google.
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
Running On Empty
Running On Empty
Well my internal clock is pretty messed up. This is worse than someone having to spring forward for daylight savings time (which I actually don't have to do in this state). I went in to work at 8 am yesterday. I did manage to get out by 2p, went home, took a nap. Went back in to work at 10p and stayed until I got home at 7a the next (this) morning.
We had buku network problems that still aren't resolved even as I type this. I'll try to finish up things tomorrow, hopefully.
The poet Jackson Browne once said - actually he says it many times over whenever he tours:
Trust me, what he's actually saying doesn't make much sense either.
Signed,
Running On Empty
Well my internal clock is pretty messed up. This is worse than someone having to spring forward for daylight savings time (which I actually don't have to do in this state). I went in to work at 8 am yesterday. I did manage to get out by 2p, went home, took a nap. Went back in to work at 10p and stayed until I got home at 7a the next (this) morning.
We had buku network problems that still aren't resolved even as I type this. I'll try to finish up things tomorrow, hopefully.
The poet Jackson Browne once said - actually he says it many times over whenever he tours:
Looking out at the road rushing under my wheelsThen, Browne's colleagues in the Manfred Mann organization say:
I don't know how to tell you all just how crazy this life feels
I look around for the friends that I used to turn to to pull me through
Looking into their eyes I see them running too.
Mama always told me not to look into the eye's of the sunOf course, in the same breath, MM say "Wrapped up like a douche, another runner in the night." So maybe I shouldn't be heralding them as poets.
But mama, that's where the fun is.
Trust me, what he's actually saying doesn't make much sense either.
Signed,
Running On Empty
Tuesday, August 17, 2004
Milestone: 60k Words
Milestone: 60k Words
I passed a milestone yesterday. If you're the type of person that likes to watch the odometer in your car flip over really big numbers, then you'll appreciate it this, I think.
With yesterday's post, sensing samsara passed the 60,000 word count mark. I've laboriously typed out 60,000 words for your entertainment (or frustration as the case may be) and boy, let me tell ya, does it feel good - as good as carpal tunnel can feel anyway.
Why am I celebrating 60,000 and where's the post on 50,000? Well, I didn't notice when I passed the 50k mark and there would be something missing if I tried to celebrate that achievement now instead of the more current 60k. But lookout 100,000! Here we come! If i'm paying attention, I'll mention something then.
Cheers,
the lock
sensing samsara
I passed a milestone yesterday. If you're the type of person that likes to watch the odometer in your car flip over really big numbers, then you'll appreciate it this, I think.
With yesterday's post, sensing samsara passed the 60,000 word count mark. I've laboriously typed out 60,000 words for your entertainment (or frustration as the case may be) and boy, let me tell ya, does it feel good - as good as carpal tunnel can feel anyway.
Why am I celebrating 60,000 and where's the post on 50,000? Well, I didn't notice when I passed the 50k mark and there would be something missing if I tried to celebrate that achievement now instead of the more current 60k. But lookout 100,000! Here we come! If i'm paying attention, I'll mention something then.
Cheers,
the lock
sensing samsara
Monday, August 16, 2004
Bizzee
Bizzee
Got a lot going on at work with a few new systems coming under my control. Lots of network changes and software upgrades too. I worked late last night, until 2 a.m. this morning. Went back in today to continue working, and quite possibly, I might have to work a full 24 hour shift tomorrow to get everything done that's been handed to me. That'll be a record for me, working 24 hours straight. I hope they don't expect me to work Wednesday. It's possible though. What a nice change of pace.
Got a lot going on at work with a few new systems coming under my control. Lots of network changes and software upgrades too. I worked late last night, until 2 a.m. this morning. Went back in today to continue working, and quite possibly, I might have to work a full 24 hour shift tomorrow to get everything done that's been handed to me. That'll be a record for me, working 24 hours straight. I hope they don't expect me to work Wednesday. It's possible though. What a nice change of pace.
Friday, August 13, 2004
Devil Went Down To Georgia... And Won!
Devil Went Down To Georgia... And Won!
And this is just my own opinion but I happen to personally think that the Devil won in the fiddle playing contest between Johnny "Rosin up your bow" and the Lord of Darkness. That tough steel guitar, dual strings going at the same time, funky rhythm, nice screeching sound at the end. Who was the judge here?
The Devil gave up too easily. What's wrong with you Satan?
And this is just my own opinion but I happen to personally think that the Devil won in the fiddle playing contest between Johnny "Rosin up your bow" and the Lord of Darkness. That tough steel guitar, dual strings going at the same time, funky rhythm, nice screeching sound at the end. Who was the judge here?
The Devil gave up too easily. What's wrong with you Satan?
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