And stuff.

The other night, I was watching Craig Ferguson. He made nasty comments about guys with beards. I would've been greatly offended, but he later went on to make cracks about a) Superman having a crappy disguise as Clark Kent, and b) Elvis Presley being fat. It is hard to become seriously offended at someone who makes those jokes, unless one is a comedian who is offended professionally.

Knitting has more or less taken over my life at this point. I have to say, it's a lot cheaper than smoking, and makes for a great substitute addiction. I finally sewed up the iPod cozy I knitted when visiting Mike & Kim, and it is working wonderfully. I have also completed a hat and a scarf, and am currently working on some weird hood/scarf thingy. It's just a tube of material for your head. I am knitting a head tube. Knitting on circular needles is fun.

I am still trying to get my apartment into some semblance of organized. I have decided it will probably never actually happen; the weekend I could've used to clean the place was instead spent at my parent's, getting free stuff for the apartment. The kitchen is in good condition; everything else can wait.

Soon, I will be the proud new owner of a car radio. I have picked one out at Best Buy; they will install it for free, but I will have to pay for parts to get it to fit into the dashboard, which I guess would happen anyway if I were to do it myself. It has a little place to plug in my iPod, which means that my car is going to be my newest iPod accessory (well, second-newest; I did knit that cozy after I got the car).

So, that's been my week. Maybe I will be able to update my blog more often in the next week, maybe not. Here's hoping, though!

*Huge gasp*

So, I haven't had much time to blog this past week. I moved into my new apartment last Friday, and didn't get internet and cable switched over until this past Thursday. I have many photos of my new pad on my computer; I will try to put them up here in the near future.

Lately, my life has revolved around stocking the new place with necessities. I have a toaster oven now, and I will soon have a microwave and a coffee maker. I went out and bought a few other odds and ends, and I should be up and running kitchen-wise very soon. I still need some major furniture, such as a dresser and a desk, but that will come in time.

I went garage sale-ing today. I found a pair of knitting needles for a quarter. I also found four pairs of chopsticks for $2. Lesson? 2 knitting needles = 1 chopstick. An important ratio for your everyday life.

I am heading over to my parent's house later this evening. It'll be an interesting ride; I don't have a radio in the car itself, so I'll have to work something out with my iPod and portable speakers. I'm sure I'll get a decent solution if I just unpack all of my stuff and throw it on the ground, but I think I'll be able to work out some easier way of solving this problem.

So that's it. Just wanted to let everyone know that I'm back. And in case you didn't hear: my old roommates? The ones I was desperate to get away from, who forced me out of the apartment I lived in? Yeah, they're in the same apartment complex I moved into. So, not moving halfway across the state, like I'd thought. Grr. At least they aren't in the same apartment as me, or even the same building anymore. Cool.

I'm no longer a young man.

After reading about it on CNN.com, I decided to explore this Facebook thingy that all the young people are apparently into. It has a site design reminiscent of an exclusive club, which I'm sure is a calculated move on their part. You cannot find out anything about what, really, it is or does from the homepage. You can't really see any sample pages, and it's tough to say what it's for, exactly, unless you sign up. What's more, you cannot sign up unless you are associated with some "network" or other; each network is determined, from what I can tell, by what college you go to. It is therefore entirely exclusive to college kids, and I used my newfound college status to sneak my way in. Allow me to expose the seamy underbelly of Facebook for the uninitiated, as it is worth neither your time nor effort to get your own profile.

First, this is not simply a Myspace clone (which was itself a Geocities clone; when will the madness end?). Far from it, this site requires college enrollment. Also, Facebook graciously limits the amount of control users have over the appearance of their profiles. A plain white background is required, and I have seen no manner in which to add music or any element of style to one's online representation. This is a wonderful move on the part of Facebook. If nothing else, this alone prevents me from having deeply negative feelings about the site.

Other than those limitations, Facebook isn't much. It has a very smart profile editor, which tempts one, by means of dropdown menus and implied promises of popularity, to divulge every secret of one's whole existence, from your known cohorts to the high school at which you were tortured. Once it has these factoids in its grip, the site allows you to search for others by interest, name, relationship status (a very smart move on their part), and other qualities. A point that caught my eye: instead of forcing a choice between "Male" and "Female" for potential mates, you can choose either, neither, or both, which shows a pleasantly progressive slant. Or maybe they just know their audience; after all, who is more likely to experiment than college kids?

Something tells me that they'll have the same kinds of controversial posts over at Facebook as those that plagued Myspace, but that nothing will come of it, because of that very innocuous exclusivity that drove me through its doors in the first place. I have actually found a few friends of mine on this site, but I will not use it to contact them; I'm sure I will see them around. At any rate, this feels like something to leave to the young people, those who are hip to the scene, as it were. I fully understand how to use this site to advance my fundamental interests in getting laid; I have simply matured to the point where I no longer wish to do so. I will go spend some time checking out their selection of graduate students, and then close my profile forever, mere hours after it was spawned. Enjoy your day.

Day of eeevvviiillll.

Sorry; that title should read "evil". Sorry, everyone. Sorry.

Anyway, I doubt sincerely that I am the first person to mention today's coincidental date. It is 11:42 pm where I am, and still I doubt I'll be the last today.

Thus far, the only bad thing that has happened is that my coworkers were a little too paranoid about today's date. Yes, the Bible supposedly says that "666" is the number of the Beast or some such ominously vague thing. But before you click on the link, can you tell me where in the Bible this is found? If not, how do you really know it's in there? Oh, so you read it, and just happened to forget what book, chapter, and verse it's in? Well, I can't blame you; it's a pretty boring read, and I can't even tell you the page numbers of significant parts of good books that I've read. Let's call it a draw.

But really, it's a slight coincidence based on a passage in a book that has been overly translated throughout millenia. Not end-of-the-world stuff, exactly. I can think of one little town that seems to have the right attitude. I am not sorry I missed it (it seems like it would be pretty lame), but I'm glad I knew it was there. Maybe Penn Jillette, who was hoping his kid would be born today, will mention it tomorrow. And maybe he won't. My major regret about today is that this kind of attention isn't paid to Mole Day, Pi Day, or even Black History Month. Just something to think about.

Scary!

Jabberwacky is not always fun.

Jabberwacky!

It rocks. I talked with it for a while; you should too.

Post #72 is finally here!

Greg Kennedy rocks. He is, quite possibly, the rockingest person named Kennedy ever.

A bad month so far.

June is slightly over one day old, and already it kind of sucks.

I went and visited Wendy last night, possibly for the last time (for a while, anyway). She moves to another state soon. She gave me lots and lots of coffee. I will brew it with pride. With sugar, it will be bittersweet, like the circumstances under which I received it.

I got back to my apartment, and the cable cut out. I called the company at 1 am, because why shouldn't I? Who cares if I piss them off? Anyway, it turns out they were doing some maintenance on their lines or something. Short version: I wanted to post at 1 am and couldn't.

I went to sleep and woke up. That's always nice, especially when you have a roommate best referred to as Lezzie Borden. What wasn't nice was my inability to rouse my car. I had had no trouble getting up that morning; why couldn't my car do the same? I still have no answer, except that attempting to jump start it proved fruitless. It may finally have died; I will invest in a bicycle soon. This may hamper my ability to obtain a new car sometime in the near future. Tomorrow's plans include trying a rolling start and calling AAA.

I have my new apartment. I have student loans. I have a plan for the next few years of my life. Things are actually kind of good now. Why do I get the feeling that this month will do its damndest to change that?