listening to: kronos quartet – marquee moon (television cover)
I can’t remember any of the interesting things I wanted to blog about. Someday I’ll write things down.
Blaarn. I came so so close to getting Movable Type installed onto my (er rather, the) web-server. All the files were there. They all had the correct permissions mod. Apparently I can follow instructions and make sure proper files are where they should be stored and change the numbers, but I can’t figure out what the proper DataSource path is. The entire set of MT files took up 5.6MB of space, where I only have 10 for myself. My archives alone take up 3.3MB, so I can say that using MT might have to wait until I someday have more plentiful amounts of web-space. Nnn. My brains.
Okay, so no interesting things for the moment. Not even any weird internet crap. This is one of those times where I’m being distracted by the five or so non-homework things I’ve decided I want to get done. I think I may actually have overwhelmed myself this time around, too, because it didn’t occur to me until about five minutes ago that I haven’t checked my blog-roll all day. There’s bound to be good stuff to sort through. Anyway, I think I may have over-activated my brain with everything I’ve been going crazy about. One of those things being NaNoWriMo. I was unbelivably bored in Mus110 the other morning, so I dug out a scrap of paper and starting writing down all of my random ideas. Some of them are cool, such as “warped passage of time” and “different seasons being related to different forms of dementia”. One of them was actually just “listen to any Stuart Davis song and write crap about that”. I ought to try that at least once. I’ve been adding random ideas to it ever since.
Then there was the a cello-lesson thing. Those are always a headful. Especially when there’s an observer sitting through the entire lesson, doing a study on the Pacifica, supposedly. I actually had to sign papers and agree to terms in order to let him stay, but what can I say. I’m awesome. Afterwards, he started asking me about the origin of my name, and if my parents had named me for the Hebrew or the Greek Talia. It’s always been undecided, according to my parents. But for the record, the name Talia is also Aboriginal. And a shortened version of the Russian “Natalia”, meaning “born at Christmas”. I was not, however, born at Christmas, so whatever.
Then there was the whole Movable-Type installation thing. That was a brain-ful. And it actually happened after a very basic and miniscule self-prep in Unix Terminal for Mac OS X. I don’t even know why. Why not. I think part of me might have been moved by Beth and her adventures in C++. Whatever.
Then there’s an awful lot of crap that I won’t get into for reasons that are mostly just “my readers will be bored away from reading my blog”. I mean, what readers?
I think I am on the level of brainless-ness that is perfect for playing Kingdom of Loathing, so excuse me while I go slay some bar (I’m currently a Level 4 Accordion Thief! Specifically known as a Chord Horker! Teehee!)