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Friday, January
23, 2004 at 13:22:24 (EST) |
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Would I be there on your wedding day
Despite the preponderance of the phrase "Jimmy Legs"
on this site, gaining the #1 position on Google
still remains precariously out of reach for some reason. But
the search reveals other jimmylegs-related program activities:
Miss
Jimmy Legs
Common Sense dictates I should seek out this woman immediately
and possess her in the Red
Shoe Diaries sense of the word. But alas, her heart
belongs to another. I'd like to think this is a joke site,
due to the prevalence of stereotypical tidbits about people
from the South: Miss Jimmy Legs, 39, dated her childhood friend
(who's 41) for 2 weeks before he proposed to her while walking
through the mall. Then they moved into his parents' house.
The real capper is this final thought after the wedding:
After all of our breaking up and getting back together,
and his threatening to leave the state every time I got
pregnant - it all paid off. We had a rough time but are
together for good now.
Okay, this has got to be a joke, right? Right?! There is
an accompanying photo
album that lends it credibility, but this could have been
lifted from some other site. Is my would-be soul mate lying
about her true love? I'm taking the next Greyhound to Alabama!
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Friday, January
23, 2004 at 02:04:51 (EST) |
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I've got the spirit, but lose the feeling
Another night of recording and mixing down some songs. Well,
one song. A song that we had already worked on for several hours
previously. It's quite amazing how much time can pass. But
tonight's process was its own reward: we burned the finished
songs on a CD and listened to it on our portable stereo, a la
Joy
Division in
24 Hour Party People, to see if it passed muster
in a lower fidelity machine. It sounded way better than I expected,
so with another 32 hours of solid work, we'll have the whole
EP done ... And then what?
I'm gonna keep posting my drawings here, if only to shame
me into getting better. With this one, I think I'm up to an
8-year old's level. But at this rate, I'll be drawing as well
as Sparky
Schultz by the spring!
This one was supposed to be Zack working on mixing down a
song, but it looks more like Waldo's
less peripatetic brother. I thought about fixing it, but I
feared only making it worse. I won't even tell you how long
it took to do this.
UPDATE: I have updated the image to more accurately illustrate
the atmosphere during our mixdown process. Mouse over image
to view.
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Thursday,
January 22, 2004 at 10:29:33 (EST) |
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You can do what you want to whenever
you want to
Bruce Ratner is close to finalizing
his deal to buy the New Jersey Nets. While this doesn't
necessarily mean he will get everything he wants in terms of
the arena
plan, but the way things are heading doesn't look good. But
I'm still hoping some kind of compromise can be reached that
would spare the neighborhood and still give this guy the arena
he thinks he needs to build.
Turns out the railyards, which are the center of the proposed
construction, will actually have to be moved somewhere else.
I had been under the impression that the railyards would remain
and construction would begin above it, but this is apparently
not
the case (which admittedly, makes more sense). But where are
they gonna put the train tracks?
And more importantly, where are they gonna put Freddy's?!
Anyway, last night my dad and I went to the big Macy's on
Herald Square to buy me a chair. Have you guys been to this
place? What a monstrosity! I'd never been before, so it was
quite a sight. I can't imagine getting near a place like this
on the weekends, there are probably still people trapped in
there somewhere. And what's the deal with the rickety escalators?
These may be the last wooden escalators in existence.
I
didn't buy any chairs, but I saw some good stuff, although
nothing is as cheap as I'd like. I had initially wanted something
in leather, but feared the cats would make short work of it.
Then I realized the cats are going to shred anything I put
in this room, so why not make it swank? I'm resigned to my
fate.
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Wednesday,
January 21, 2004 at 11:18:17 (EST) |
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And the tap drips drip drip drip drip
drip drip drip Here's
another in a long line of stories detailing the ineptitude of
my landlady: On Friday some of the pipes
froze. My apartment, which is on the ground floor, was mostly
unaffected (the hot water tap in the upstairs bathroom didn't
work), but apparently all the faucets in the rest of the building
were nonfunctional. To combat this, the landlady started running
around in my apartment, turning all the taps on and setting
up a bunch of space heaters in the basement. This, she was sure,
would somehow
help thaw the pipes that were fully two floors above.
By
the time I realized what she was doing she had already tripped
the circuit breaker trying to run a hair
dryer to use on the pipes in the same power strip she
had plugged in the space heaters. I tried to tell her that
the basement pipes were not frozen; after all, my water still
worked. The blockage must be further upstairs.
But she gave no indication she understood. Then she said,
"Well, I just checked and you're not getting any hot
water, even through the pipes that still work." She had
all our taps running for the past hour; there was no hot water
left. I had to explain how a water
heater functions, how it can run out and need time to
heat up again.
She finally left, vaguely mentioning a plumber and instructing
me to leave the taps running until the upstairs pipes worked.
How would that have helped? Wouldn't that just drain the water
pressure that might help break through the ice upstairs? I
shut all the faucets off. Nothing more was accomplished that
day. I wonder what my neighbors did without any water. I wonder
who my neighbors are.
Saturday,
sometime after noon, the ice began to melt. My hot water tap
started working again. Hooray! But soon after I heard water
running heavily upstairs. Then water started running down
my walls. I ran upstairs to find a locked door and what sounded
like a high-pressure water cannon going full blast behind
it. I thought maybe somebody was taking a shower and the water
was somehow spilling over the tub, but when nobody answered
my frantic knocks, I realized: The landlady had turned all
the other taps in the house on, and left. She had probably
forgotten all about it back at her mansion, or wherever she
lives.
Water was pouring out under the door now. I zipped down to
the basement and shut off the water
main. Eventually the landlady returned, this time with
an actual plumber, who was a little too late to do much good.
By the evening, everything was back to normal.
I bring this up because: today it is still cold. The furnace
is not on, and it is well below
freezing outside. I know my landlady understands how ice
is formed, yet she persists with miserly heating. It is truly
bizarre to continually witness a person who cannot and will
not synthesize experiences into new information, in the process
we call 'learning'. Maybe I should just offer to be the building's
super.
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Tuesday, January
20, 2004 at 00:59:43 (EST) |
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This is a picture
I used to draw comic strips all the time when I was a kid. But
alas, my gift was never properly encouraged by my family, who
insisted that I waste time with trivial things like violin lessons
and flossing. I've been meaning to get back into drawing for
years, and lately I've been thinking about it comics a lot,
possibly due to Phoebe
Gloeckner's entrance into the blog world. And this weekend
I had to reformat my hard drive and reinstall everything.
While I was setting things up I found my Graphire
tablet, a pen-style mouse tool. And since I didn't bring the
camera with me on this weekend's adventures, I decided to
take stylus in hand and illustrate the gist of my weekend.
Of course, some of the details are a little hazy to me now,
but one must allow a little poetic license in the case of
artistic expression, no? I'm a little rusty with it all, but
I think the following comic deftly captures my fascinating
life.
Jimmy Legs, The Comic Strip: My Weekend
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