within you, without you.

Saw The Dark Knight last evening and was totally blown away. What a rollercoaster! And yes, Ledger was that good. Not necessarily posthumous-Oscar calibre (that’s debatable), but at times a completely spellbinding performance. He nailed the Joker’s insane character. This is a man who exists for chaos and destruction. As is said in the movie, he just wants to watch the world burn. Amazing performance, in my opinion. And on another note, I never realized that Maggie Gyllenhaall was… quite so homely. She did a fine job as the new Rachel Dawes, but I couldn’t stop looking at her rather strange face. Sorry, Maggie. I’m sure you’re a lovely human being in person.

Anyway, I’m taking my son to see Dark Knight tonight. I wonder how he’ll like it.

In other news, since today is Wednesday, half way to the weekend, here’s some fluff to get us through.

1. WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother & father’s middle name)
Eleanor Warren (Which indicates that I’d be going deeper undercover than the judge led me to believe…)

2. NASCAR NAME: (first name of your mother’s dad, father’s dad)
Earl Warren. (Yeah, that sounds about right.)

3. STAR WARS NAME: (the first 2 letters of your last name, first 4 letters of your first name)
Rojame. (M’kay… I’ll buy that.)

4. DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)
Blue Cat. (Either I’m a detective… or a second-rate superhero… or a pimp.) Wait, how about “Indigo Elephant”? No? Yeah, me neither.

5. SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)
Warren Regina. (Okay, that’s just retarded. Sounds like “War in Regina”. And yes, “Regina” rhymes with what you think it does, which makes it just ever-so-slightly worse. And yes (again), the name “Warren” got passed around my family more than a few times.)

6. SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd favorite color, favorite alcoholic drink, add “THE” to the beginning)
The Indigo Jack and Coke…? WTF? (Alternatively, that could be “The Indigo Vodka Seven”, which sounds like some early punk band — or a failed pretender to the Blue Man Group.)

7. FLY NAME: (first 2 letters of 1st name, last 2 letters of your last name)
Jaro. (What the hell does “Fly Name” mean, anyway?)

8. GANGSTA NAME: (favorite ice cream flavor, favorite cookie):
Maple-walnut Chocolate Chip. (This meme isn’t as fun as I though it would be. I should have read the fine print before committing. Story of my life.)

9. ROCK STAR NAME: (current pet’s name, current street name)
Gaea Terrace. Meh?

10. PORN NAME: (1st pet, street you grew up on)
Tasha University. (The transgendered professor, apparently…)

Every once in a while, reality settles in and, well, doesn’t exactly squash a dream, but it settles in and points out the obvious things you’ve been ignoring.

Today, reality tells me that Bucky the Wonderwagon really isn’t long for this world.  And I’m gradually adjusting to that fact. Yes, I’m going through all the stages of grief. Or perhaps I’ve already gone through the other stages of grief and have just now arrived at Acceptance.

When you are a person who drives second-hand vehicles like I am, there can come a point when all that is wrong with a vehicle may end up being more than what you paid for it in the first place. This is the point I’m at with my Caprice wagon.

I won’t give you the laundry list of things that are in need of repair, but suffice it to say that I’d have to be insane to bother fixing it all.  I just don’t think it’s worth it. And I know — I know — that one more Canadian winter will just kill the damn thing.

So I’m preparing myself to let it go.  That sucks, because I’ve really enjoyed that car during the five years that I”ve had it.  It has had its quirks and minor problems but in all that time it never left me stranded, and it never broke down completely. But it’s getting to the point where it might. And that’s the reality I’m facing.

Sigh. I get too attached to my vehicles. Each one has had a personality that I grew accustomed to.

Ah well. It’s just “stuff”.  And “stuff” breaks, rusts, and burns. “Stuff” is just an attachment that one doesn’t need.

That being said, I saw this little blue Mustang while I was out today. Just a 4-banger, but it only has 150,000km on it. Body is immaculate. Interior is clean. Only asking $2800. Hmmm…

(See Bucky in the background, there? Look how jealous she is. I feel bad for her.)

'92 Mustang LX notchback

It’s alive! ALIVE!

So… we’re almost fully functional again.

I did a complete deletethefuckoutofeverythingandreinstallfromscratch, and I basically have a new machine. Faster, runs cooler (!), and now that I’ve managed to restore my personal shit (thank god for redundant backups and external hard drives), things are nearly back to 100% acceptable.

But dude was that stressful. Especially when I thought one of my install discs was fubar. Eesh. Then I realized I didn’t need to install a certain bit off of that particular disc, and all went smoothly when I told the install program to ignore that bit. Whew.

Anyway, next project will be to get rid of all manner of shit that had been clogging my hard drive in my personal folders, reinstall Poser without all the downloads that I really didn’t need, and get my photo editing software up and running again.

Hey!

My kids are home tomorrow!

That’s all for now.

Peace,
J.

Anyone else out there remember Mr. Muggs? He was awesome. Ahh, memories of grade two. Or was it three?

Anyway, I’m having some computer problems that I need to get fixed. Yes, computer problems with my Mac. *rolls eyes* Get over it.

So I’m at the point where it looks like I might have to do some kind of reinstall, and I have no idea how long that will keep me offline. Probably (hopefully) only a day or so.

I know, this isn’t critical news of any real importance, but if something goes seriously fucky (heaven forfend!) and I disappear for an extended period of time, that means that my little PowerBook has gone into the Apple repair shop. And I’ll be doing a lot of reading…

Have a great weekend, and keep your fingers crossed.

PS: I’ve done many installs/reinstalls with Windows machinery, but never with Mac OSX, so I’m just a little nervous. I have, however, been assured that it’s “easy”. Jesus on a bun, I hope so.

EDIT: Found this on the Apple support website, and had a good little giggle. Sometimes I’m such a perv.

5. Since the entry slot can be tight at first, give the drive 1 or 2 seconds to accept the disc and pull it in on its own. If the drive struggles with injecting discs or injects them part-way then stops, inserting a disc multiple times should correct the issue.

I am ever amazed and mystified by how the world moves in circles. How connections are made, lost, and found again. How those connections are never really broken, just …lost. Misplaced. I’m afraid I can’t really be any less cryptic than that. And I’m not really being cryptic intentionally. It’s …just the way it is. Alright, fine. Suffice it for now to say that someone from a decade ago has made a brief appearance on the fringes of my life, and it’s brought back some memories. And that’s okay. And it’s nice to be remembered the way I remember them.

And in other news, I want to do this to my car. Anyone got $100,000 they want to give me so that I can have it done? Dar, want to help me out with some complimentary 18″ Foose five-spokes? *cough* Yeah, didn’t think so. Oh well.

Click on the pics for a larger size. An unaltered pic of my car is below the Photoshopped version, so you can compare. And a rundown of “enhancements” that I made is below that. Whee!

chopped dropped and coloured

Stock 89 Caprice Classic Estate

Okay. Here’s what I did (and what I wish I could do):

1. Lowered suspension and “raked” stance
2. Chopped roof (over front doors) several inches
3. Cowl-induction hood
4. Dark-tinted windows
5. Black pearl over (screaming!) orange pearl paint
6. 18″ five-spoke chrome wheels
7. Suitably low-profile tires
8. Shaved door handles and locks
9. Front and rear bumpers tucked close to body
10. Appropriate chrome exhaust tips

There you go. I won’t bore you with what I’d do with engines and transmissions and stuff. But I will tell you that merely thinking about it makes me just a wee bit horny.

Adios!

This is what it felt like when I had that migraine last week. Or as close as I could come to illustrating it. I took these while my brain was trying to escape through the walls of my skull.

Some 2am blithering about not being anonymous, anymore.

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I’m looking for blogfodder.

Stuff to write about. I mean, really write about. I haven’t really posted anything “worthy” for a while, now, and I’d like to get some exercise.

So give me some topics. Ask me some questions. Make some suggestions. Anything’s fair game. Well, within reason.

(I must state now that I will not be answering any questions about my predeliction for lesbian midget aardvark bondage porn. No way. Some things are just too sacred and personal.)

Leave me a comment, or send me an e-mail to wiywoy @ gmail.com (remove the spaces, duh).