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5/28/2007

Somethings are a waste

File under... Day to Day — mylo @ 7:32 pm

I read a short thing on how someone lost his eyesight at 3, and gained it back using stem cells.

Of course it got me thinking on if that was me what would I do?

The answer- watch star wars, buy an xbox, and hope the wife is hot.



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5/22/2007

Say it ain’t so Billy

File under... Conversations — mylo @ 11:53 am

GeekChicGrrrl (12:38:20 PM): http://www.spinner.com/2007/05/18/new-music-tarantula-by-smashing-pumpkins/
AntizeroM (12:48:08 PM): i know i heard their new single
AntizeroM (12:48:32 PM): i’m going to stay out of this one so my memories of the pumpkins aren’t ruined
AntizeroM (12:49:39 PM): god the vocals are so horrible
AntizeroM (12:50:45 PM): it sounds so poppy, less edge than their old ones, it sounds like how billy would sound if he’s talking to the mortage guys to get a new house
AntizeroM (12:50:51 PM): and we’re the bankers



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5/21/2007

It always starts with a toothbrush

File under... Love and War — mylo @ 12:34 pm

Miss Brit stayed the weekend.

She left this morning to go to work, and when I got to my bathroom sink a toothbrush that wasn’t mine was left behind, tucked in between aftershave, and the toothpaste.

She just marked her turf.

I’m not complaining at all. I have turned into such a sucker for her.

Mostly because she says such cool things -

  • We really are a mongrel nation (england), we have saxons, normans, angles.
    • My reply was, no you aren’t. If you can point out someone there and call him a saxon fuckbag, then you may have a point.
  • I am not easily domesticated
    • This was in response to, “Lets put some of that feminist theory to work and clean my apartment.”

My favorites are the following

  • Most of my wardrobe has been horribly influenced by Dita Von Teese.It's sort of like dating a english version. Minus taking clothes off in public
  • Oh yes, me and a ex used to spar with lightsabers, all the time.

And finally, I dislocated my shoulder last week. It’s still a little tender, and when I was holding on to a pole on the train it hurt alot.

She gave me this look. It can only be described as concern, and says…

  • I worry about you.

I think this one is a keeper.



5/15/2007

HD is weird

File under... Day to Day — mylo @ 2:37 am

So I’m not getting cable.  I refuse to simply because I don’t want to pay a monthly expense for something I’m going to use maybe at most once, or twice a week.

So I get an antenna, I’m pretty much almost in line of sight of the empire state building, so I should get a good signal right?

I plug it in, and the TV does a sweep of all available channels.  I have 28, ok not bad because even the most least expensive direct TV provides that.

So, I look around to see what I got.  I figured if I have PBS, I’m cool.

I start flipping the channels and I find out that I have the doc channel?  The tube?  Cablesque stuff?  Why is there like 4 different versions of channel four, seven, nine, and five?  What?

Pretty cool, no PBS though.



5/14/2007

30 whole inches of love

File under... Day to Day — mylo @ 1:48 am

Today I received the delivery of deliveries, the moment I’ve been dreaming of for several years now.  The arrival of a 30 inch, 1080i, 16:9 widescreen HDTV.

I’m officially 100% ready for Halo3, GTAIV, and Assassins Creed.  But it was almost not been.

When I was ordering the TV, I didn’t want a standard simply because technology is progressing from there, and my x360 has been screaming to show me what it could do for real for a while now.

The problem is when getting an HDTV they’re really expensive, and I couldn’t afford the projection, LCD, or Plasma that the kids are getting these days.  Besides that they don’t last too long.  They actually break within 5 years.

However tube tech has been around for a long time, and it actually has excellent image quality.  Plus it lasts the longest, and is cheap.  But you know how much one of those bad boys weigh?

The delivery guys call me from outside, two russian guys, they ask me what floor.  I tell them six, they ask for an elevator, I say none.

They say they aren’t doing it.  Miss Brit is over and she sees the puzzlement on my face.

I say, “So what are you going to do leave it down there?  Make me carry it up completely by myself?  I’m sorry but I paid for delivery up to here.”

They say they’re going to call the company.  After no call back after five minutes, and after Miss Brit uses her almost indecipherable dialect to make me cut back on ethnic slurs, I decide to run down there.  The plan is simple albeit not thought out, option one stand in front of the truck and leave until the TV is in my apartment in one piece and functional, option two offer assistance to bring the TV up, option three if those fail kick the living crap out of an ex commie.

I got there and of course they complained “we don’t work for you!”

“I paid for delivery, and although you don’t work for me.  It’s your job to bring it up there, 6 floors or 20.”

The one on the phone hangs up, and opens the truck and takes out my baby, WHICH WAS ALREADY FUCKING OPENED!

They put it on the carrying thing and took it up to my apartment.  On the fifth floor they say “we only go up to three!”

“You got one more to go!”

“Plasma screen, lighter!”

“Too bad, maybe you’ll get me one and pay for that to be delivered!”

They took it up to the fifth, where Miss Brit had cokes waiting for all.

They left it in my living room, and left cursing in Russian.

As I’m pulling all 116 pounds of 30 inch goodness out of the box, I tell miss Brit “good thing best buy online gave me free shipping or I’d be pissed.  They don’t have to know that though.”

After ten minutes of jacking in the 360, and a couple of setting changes on the console I was killing locust in all of it’s awesome glory.



5/12/2007

Three things

File under... Day to Day — mylo @ 6:35 pm

As I’m unpacking I actually discovered I have a living room.  Cool hunh?

Somehow I discovered a goonies fan site, and I’m watching some of the videos.  I realize that there are three things our generation (mine anyway) can’t argue.

  1. The true leader of the autobots was, and always shall be Optimus Prime.  He is wise, strong, and can kick ass in any given situation.  The series ended when he died, PERIOD!
  2. The lion Voltron was the best.  It was simple, 5 lions, five heroes.  The sword was cooler, and the plot was easy to follow.  Zharkhan sent a monster to kill Voltron, Voltron handed the monster it’s ass in a wicker basket.  Plus the team was loyal to a fault, when one of theirs was captured they fought their way to a different galaxy and kicked the crap out of anything that stood in their way.  Anything else involving a giant transforming robot made out of animals or vehicles (except transformers, and robotech [macross saga only]) are pale imitations.
  3. Finally The Goonies was one of the finest pieces of cinema ever made.  To this day it’s still watchable.   You still have your favorite Goonie (admit it!), and you still sort of hope that a sequel is made somehow.

So I realize that out of all the research and reading I’ve done for my novel there was and is something I was missing for all of this time.  Something that would fit perfectly into it.  That is the Goonies.

It’s similar, a group of kids looking for adventure.  One definitely knew of the other, both groups are missing, and far off from home.

So I’m thinking with the new hotness I’ll watch the Goonies as soon as I get a free two hours.  I have the DVD, I go to the new DVD pile in my living room and lo and behold…  It’s missing.

WHY HAVE YOU CURSED ME WITH A GOONIE-LESS HOUSEHOLD LORD!!!!!!



Retraction,

File under... Day to Day — mylo @ 2:37 pm

A while ago (and I’m too lazy to find the post) I stated that in Rockaway someone tossed my glasses into the garbage to probably teach me a life lesson (my guess the life lesson would have been ‘Don’t put stuff on the dining room table’)

So I’m spending the day unpacking. I’m expecting Miss Brit tomorrow so I can show her around a bit, (yes part of the tour is where the battle of Brooklyn was) I’m also getting the new TV (HOO RAH!) so I need to clear space fast. One box spills out, and a bunch of shoes fall out. From one of the shoes, a set of glasses spill out as well.

It takes me a second to comprehend what happened. These things are chewed up, paint is flecking off, they’re bent and rebent and twisted to a shape that barely resembles specs.

When I realize that these are an older set I started to figure out which set they were and from when. Then I realize it was the fabled lost glasses of Rockaway. They were in pretty much the same exact shape as they were lost in. They were the same set I spent the better part of a year looking for.

Do you have any idea how tough game testing is without proper vision? Eventually I finally had the money and bought a new set, but still I could have used these.

Oh well, so I take it back they weren’t thrown out in a misguided effort to teach me something important. They were probably hidden in a misguided effort to teach me something important.



Blackout’s over.

File under... Day to Day — mylo @ 3:16 am

Today at work verizon sent me a lovely message stating my net is on.  Which would be great if my DSL modem wasn’t buried in a unmarked box with Jimmy Hoffa.

God, is that funny or are we sick of Jimmy Hoffa jokes?  Well Jimmy is still stuck in a Manhattan mini storage box while my DSL modem is sucking in fresh air.
Anyway, news hunh?  Not much to report.  Life is like tetris, I move boxes around, I eliminate some slowly.  I gain another four square feet of space.

I found hipsters in my building.  I’m debating on asking them to come up to see if the decor is “deck”.  If not that, I think I can convince them that the boxes are part of a modern art piece.

I’m not sharing my roof with them though.

I ordered a brand spanking new TV.  It’s mostly so I can kill Nazi’s, zombies, and my little brother in crystal clear clarity.  It’s been ten years since I had a new TV, I figured it’s about time for an upgrade.

I ordered a bed too.  That’s coming in next week.  Which is good because my back can’t take the cheap mattress on the floor thing for too much longer.
The british girl turned out to be english after all.  She was fibbing.  Since I really don’t know anyone in the neighborhood besides some work buddies, I invited her over last Sunday.  We flipped though some pictures, and year books then listened to music.

It was sweet and I rather like her. We talked a couple of times on the phone, and made plans for the weekend.

That’s about it, work should ease up in two weeks thank god so I can enjoy the new place.



5/7/2007

Homecoming.

File under... Day to Day — mylo @ 12:35 am
The move went miserably.  But it was done.  I’m back in Brooklyn.  I gained my 718 area code, my 112 zip code, my badge of pride back, and I feel the vibrations of my mother land ringing strong.
I know that last one sounds odd, but you can’t explain it.  I’m on my roof top this morning, and I’m just listening.  I heard church bells, airplanes, traffic, all melding together to make this hum that’s brooklyn.
As I’m up there, I’m sipping on a soda.  I get this warm feeling, it was foreign yet familiar.  I know this one from somewhere, it wasn’t the sun it was coming from inside.  It was inside me.
It was, for a lack of a better word, happiness.  I was happy for the first time in forever.
Yeah I know shocking isn’t it.
So what do I do now?


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