Sorry to everyone on my friends list on live journal whose friend page has been inundated by my tweets.  Unfortunately the functionality of some of my WP plugins  is a little different from what I feel like it should be, and the conversion of tweets to Wordpress entries went a little… wrong.  I was aiming for a few digest posts, and instead I got a separate entry for each tweet.

Every time I try to start blogging regularly, I realize what a chore it is.  This is a shame because I, of course, like writing.  I want to write  My ideal situation is something along the lines of being a stay-at-home dad who writes on the side.  Yet, when I sit down to write a blog post, I fizzle.  It goes un-updated for months at a time (the last post on this blog was back when school was in session!), or my posts kind of run out in the middle of whatever it is I want to say.

Once again, I’m going to try to start updating again.  We shall see how it goes.

Every so often I consider buying a PS3.  I wouldn’t buy a new PS3, of course – If I were to buy one I would trawl Ebay until I could pick up a PS3 that was fully backwards compatible with PS2 games, because – really, why would I want to buy a gimped PS3?

If you are perhaps wondering how I avoid purchasing a ps3, I invite you to view below:

And there you have it, my flow-chart for determining whether Sony’s latest Fantastickal Electronick Gaming Device is worthy of a purchase.

for those of you still trying to contact me with the aim account “Lellychan”, I am officially retiring that user name, as I no longer can authenticate it from Pidgin.  If you’re just now learning to IM me at “Ganbora” rather than “Lellychan”, well, please add me and send me an IM at some point to let me add you to my friends list – unless people know how to add users from one friendslist to another?

It’s time for my driving test again, I’m taking it this afternoon.  I’m confidant that I can pass, but at the same time I’m kind of worried – in the “what if there’s something I’ve forgotten to practice while I was getting ready” sense.  It’s not a big deal; if I mess up, I’ll make a new appointment, right before I head up for school, practice some more, and hopefully pass then.  But still, it makes me kind of nervous.

Interesting fact: when I get nervous, I yawn! A lot.  so expect me to yawn a lot today.

I’ve never been afraid of breaking something if I upgrade, but the best thing about Dreamhost – and this truly is the best thing, the downtime is irritating and the sometimes slow servers frusterating, and the space I get is nice but I don’t use more than 1 tenth of 1 percent of it all – is the one-click install.  I’m fine installing things and configuring settings and all that rot, but it’s wonderful to be able to click a couple buttons, fill in some fields, and bam, have a complete install of Wordpress – plus a fine assortment of themes to use in lieu of the two themes distributed with Wordpress.

I upgraded from 2.5 to 2.6 today, and it was painless – I logged in to my dreamhost cpanel, clicked the one-click installs section, and clicked the upgrade link.  Three minutes later the upgrade was done, and I was writing this very post.

In other news, on my second playthrough of Mass Effect I’m finding that the Infiltrator is a superior class by far compared to the Soldier.  I ask you – why bother playing the soldier?  Every other class has got to be more fun.  (Vanguard definitely was!  by a lot.)

I write it.  Well, perhaps it’s better for me to put that in the past tense.  I wrote it.  Especially my senior year of high school, when I was just starting to get into my poetry heroes, people like T.S. Eliot, Robert Browning – you know, that kind of poet.

But not Wallace Stevens – I despise that man’s poetry.  Which is kind of funny, you know – I consistently hear people sing his praises, and the people among my friends who like him also like Browning and Eliot and the other assorted poets that I find right up my alley.  But there’s something about his verse that just strikes me as almost artificial, too cutesy and too clever for its own good.  I feel the same way about poems in the shape of objects, by the way – It’s impressive that you did it, but really it becomes more a matter of text layout than actual content at that point, and if you’re going to do that what’s the point?

Anyways, I’m going be tormenting you, my invisible readers (and silent readers) with poetry at some point.  I’m going to bounce ides and whatnot off of the blank wall that is this blog, and then I am going to submit the first finished, polished piece of verse I complete to strange horizon and hopefully they’ll accept it and pay me 20 bucks, and I think that counts as a professional sale.

Which would be really, really cool.

Consider this your final warning.

And now I have no job after this Friday.

Awesome!

Maybe now is the time to start desperately submitting stories to sci fi / fantasy magazines.

So, hot on the heels of my finally turning in a job application for a summer job that I’ve been doing for two years (my first year the application was much simpler, and last year they told me I didn’t need to reapply) I am informed by the woman handling my hiring that someone may have already been hired for my job.  Well, okay, fine.  I guess.  I mean, I did get the application in late April, and it has taken me until June to turn it in.  The fact that it took me so long is both a symptom of my lack of desire to do the job a third year in a row and the fact that I couldn’t get a hold of any of my supervisors from the previous two years.

I was more or less under the impression that I had the job, and the application was more or less a formality, on the weight of my two years of doing this job already.  But clearly I was wrong – and that’s fine.  Except I’ve told my parents that I have this job and I haven’t been looking for another job (very hard, anyways) and now, assuming that the job which I am flying home for in a week is in fact no longer available to me, I’m kind of… up a creek, say.

Here’s hoping that the woman handling my application is in fact wrong and I will have the job.  Because, hey, I may not want it, and I may end up blowing much of my pay on commuting costs, but it’s better than doing nothing all summer.

And it’s sure as hell better than the other alternative – retail.

Political solicitations from candidates running back home.  I have voted already, thank you very much, and while I did appreciate the e-mails reminding me to request a democratic ballot (though these even lost their glimmer after getting about four thousand of them), the e-mails from half the candidates begging me to vote for them don’t really make me want to go there.  Seriously guys, when I want to know what your message is, I go to your websites and I read the official literature the county and state put out describing the issues and your positions on the issues.  I don’t read your emails.  I don’t like receiving your e-mails, because it means one extra thing for outlook to download, and one extra thing for me to delete.

I mean, at least the republicans have given up on me ever joining their party: registered independent is not quite the same thing as pinko commie, but it apparently comes close enough in their books.  So if you could let me know when there’s an open primary I can vote in without shackling myself to your party, but accept that the fact I’m not  registered democrat is probably because I have no interest in being a democrat, that would be great, guys.

(the first-worst kind of email being spam, of course.)