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    Tuesday, September 30, 2003
     
    Tonight I watched the Bears loose to the Packers, 38 - 16. This wasn't as bad as Sunday night's the Colts over the Saints, 55 -21. I am a football person. It isn't a religion to me, but it's close (some would argue my measuring is off like a NFL Offical).

    I'm in Alabama. That means right before the doctor slaps your ass after birth, you're given the choice of an Alabama or Auburn blanket. I love Alabama, but I also support Auburn unless they're playing Alabama. This is a sin in this state, almost as bad as saying your favorite team is Tenesse. But I can like more than one team at a time. I enjoy the game of football.

    The NFL entered my life in 1985. I became a Bears' fan. The '85 Bears. After that, I learned that I love the Packers, the Jets, the Steelers, the Raiders, the Colts, the Saints, and Tampa Bay. I can watch just about any game and be okay. But it is hard when two teams I really do like above others play each other, as we've had for the last two days. I love the Colts and the Saints. Of the two, I have to go with the Saints because New Orleans is an amazing place and that team is special too. I'd say they're the Detriot Tigers of the NFL but we have the Detriot Lions for that.

    Any normal game, I'd have been "Go Colts!" but I had to watch the Colts mistreat the Saints. They stopped at 55 by choice.

    Tonight wasn't that bad. The Bears played better than the Saints, but not that much better. It was opening night at Soldier's Field for the Bears. And as much as I love the Packers, I have to go with the Bears each time. And when I watch the Bears and the Saints have really bad games over and over, I can't help but wish something miracle-like would happen. Maybe I'm just trying to recaputer the magic I had as a child watching the '85 Bears. It's the same thing when my parents bring up the '70's Steelers, Colts, and Raiders.

    And by the way, real football is played on a field, Lambeau Field for example, not in a dome, not on artifical grass.
     

    Sunday, September 28, 2003
     
    I finally watched THE RING with some friends. I believe everybody liked it, some more than others. I really do like this movie. I think it's smart. It's been years since I've seen RINGU, the original. I remember very little about it other than "ooh, cool, japanesse horror movie with subtitles."

    I also expressed that I believed Tom Savini's 1990 remake of NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD is better than the original. Yes, I really do think it is. I'm not thinking about film and audio quality. That's not a fair comparaison even though the original is now avaible in near perfect audio and video quality. I'm thinking about the horror part of both. The remake seems like it would be more horrorific if I were in in a real life version of it. Zombies are zombies, but in the remake, they're not zombies. They're just dead things. And for characters, they're a little too over the top in the original except Barbara, who becomes a zombie herself before flipping out over her brother. In the remake, she makes a decision to stand and fight, not lay down and die like her orginal version practically did. Also, the message of both films, if you assume you can find one in either. The first, as it was pointed out to me tonight, could be seen as having a white woman finding herself in a situation where a black man can help her. I like the message of the remake that says we've all pretty much become monsters, especially when shit goes bad.

    Shoot them in the head.
     

    Tuesday, September 23, 2003
     
    It's been a little bit since my last post. I've tinkered with code and haven't liked what I ended up with. So I'll start anew tomorrow.

    I'm currently listening to Bruce Dickinson's "Born in '58." 1958 was a good year. My mother was born that year. '58 Plymoth Fury. I am so in an '80's metal mood. Normaly, I'm listening to Beth Orton or Nick Cave.

    My friend Jon just got his first Strat, a Jimmie Vaughan Strat. Stratocaster by Fender Guitars incase you didn't know. Overnight, he's become a Strat person, a Fender person. I've been one for long time though I may not have known that. My current guitar is a Fat Strat, Agave Blue (Agave is the plant from which you get Tequila from). My current amp is a Fender Cyber-Twin (an amp with so much contraversy surrounding it). I'll write more later.

    Tonight, I had a conversation with Jon about my first Strat, a plain ole' mexican black Strat. I've had it since '91. In the beginning, I wasn't kind to it. No, I didn't beat on it. I just didn't take care of it. I was like a child with it. And children, even though they mean well, don't take care for their things. They, like I did, assumed things will take care of themselves on their own. 12 years later, my first Strat is sick. And the debate at hand is whether it is worth it to get it fixed. More likely than not, it'll cost about the same as a used Strat to get it fixed. Is it worth it? I think it is... maybe. The other option is to put the ole' Strat in a case and lable it "My First Strat," leave it unplayed and protected.

    There was one point in my life when the only friends I had was my dog Max and my first Strat, the black one. I think I'm going to spend the money to fix it. Do I have the money? Nope. I don't even have the money for last night's emergency. Aren't I the lucky one.

    I'm going to go watch the Blair Witch on DVD.
     

     
    I'm listening to Dio. If you know, then you know. Not only am I listening to Dio, it's a DVD called Dio: Evil or Divine. I have no excuse. I am's what I am's.

    I wasn't able to "blog" yesterday due to the fact that I had to go to the emergency room. Ah, being suddenly sick is... well, it's not really an eye opener if you think it's part of the way things go for you. You'd like it to be. But it's not.

    I'm still tinkering with the look of this thing. And soon I hope to have it intergrated into my site. And I also hope to have a brand new site that's a cross between the current flash site and my old site. I hope to avoid flash as much as possible. I just don't feel it's out there enough on enough computers.

    OS. You have one or you couldn't read this. Most of you, if there is a you, are using Microsoft. Win 98 I'd bet. XP if you're lucky, Home Edition probably. I have XP Pro. But it's not what I like to use. I'm typing this post while in Linux, Mandrake 9.1 (soon to be 9.2). I am a Linux person. I hate M$. Got a Virus? Got's Bill's Lament?

    Once you learn what's under the hood, you start to understand smoke and mirrors, you start to understand Microsoft. Linux isn't for everybody. Macs aren't for everybody. But when there are problems, unbelievable problems with one OS, you start to think that maybe things are they way they are on purpose or folly. I do not have enough time to patch every problem that arises out of Redmond (where M$ is headed). And there aren't enough patches for all the problems. It's a Hackers paradise out there. And if you're running any M$ OS, you're prime victim number 1. Just wait. It's going to get worse.

    I'm off to write code. I hope to have everything the way I want it soon. Then that'll change. It always does.
     

    Sunday, September 21, 2003
     
    Well, this is my first post. It's September 21st, a good day to start this. I'll be spending a lot of time tinkering with the code in the template so this doesn't look like a template. I think I'll do that now.

     



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