Uber Update

Ok so let me see where I am. Hmmmm...

So I have started a MAME Cabinet (finally), thanks to the help of Sir Patrick of Goatse. It was originally a Space Zap cabinet in pretty bad shape. The coin door works and I now have 2 working quarter coin mechs. I also have 14 buttons, a 2.5 inch trackball, and 2, 8-way joysticks, a USB encoder, and 1/2 player start buttons. A 19" monitor should be in the mail. This project should be done in time for MML, where I will play Oregon Trail for hours upon hours straight.

I have done a ton of crazy things lately, and I am starting to embark on even crazier things to do. Including a trip to the ever-abandoned Lexington Mall.

Really the only interesting thing you can say that has happened lately is Patrick becoming a woman. Now Bennett and I am not sure when this happened but he has been PMSing lately for often no apparent reason. He has made a huge scene multiple times and walked out on several occasions. And has rather been quite controlling on what should be done, or what is appropriate, etc. And personally I don't take this.

You see, for the past 2 years I have worked with a lot of people, somewhere in the hundreds of thousands; and I have dealt with a lot of pissed off people. And to be quite honest I am a pain in the ass. I have been breed that way, it is genetic, as my entire extended family cannot have a single event without a fight. So through a lifetime of experience I stare threats in the eye, I actually don't like them. I'm the kind of guy who will kill your hostage and not blink. You and your twelve friends will not get me to flinch. I never show my cards and always bet the pot. So if you think possessions give you power over me, then take your damn possessions and get them the hell out of my view (or house if it may be), I don't play the crowbar game, on either side. (Besides since I now rule all international waters, get the hell off my planet). You see I always smile in the face of adversity. If a angry mother black bear can't get me to move 2 feet from my face, you sure as well better believe that I won't move 2 feet if you try to threaten me. I am a man of diplomacy, and I don't have to whip my penis onto the table to win a debate; if you have a problem with that take it up with somebody who cowers when you yell. I laugh, I smile, I mean; isn't that what Jesus did? Come to think of it isn't that what Rick Blaine, James Bond, John McClane, and many others did?

Now, lets say for example that there is a general consensus that you made a mistake. And instead of being a man, you show a hand of fear and anger, yelling and screaming obscenities right off the bat; and carry an all around bad manner. What do you expect someone on the other side to do? Give in to your yelling? Cower? Cry? Take it? I'm not a man who believes in Karma, but the Golden Rule does exist, and when you are a guest in my house, you act like a guest in my house. Because living costs money, and the only thing between you and the rain is the roof I am giving you.

Decisions,Tiger

Decisions

I could name off about 5 people that this message could hit home with, and I want to keep it short, so for today your names are spared. Life is too short to play the "what if..." game. People who check their answers after exams get the same score they would get if they didn't check their answers. And with a third of my life over, I don't have time for those stupid games; and neither should you.

You see, if I could go back and change things, I would be with a girl that I wouldn't be happy with. I would be so financially secure that it would be ridiculous. I would never stare down death, and always be secure. And I would be the most boring person on the face of this planet, and everything would be perfect. EXCEPT I am not with a girl that makes me unhappy, I am not financially secure, I've gazed at death on multiple occasions, and I am always confident. I'm incredibly interesting, and everything is perfect.

You see all the A's, all the money, all the girlfriends, all the cars, all the [blank] can't compare to time, or even life at that. So forget about what you could have done, and focus on what you are doing, which is sitting on your butt and missing life.

Dedicated To
Woody Cherry
Josh Paulus
Patrick Kelly and the Saturday Night Band
Olivia Nichols
Dustin Silvestri
Elise Devinney

and

Ezekiel Rage


And Now Let The Fun Begin



You know, I take a lot of crap for being a 1337 h4x0® Mac *niX guru. But that's ok, because I have something that you don't have; and that is called an "advanced computing platform". You know all the cool stuff you've been promised in Longhorn.

We have a journaling filesystem (props to BeOS for their people), like the promised, now vaporware WinFS.
We have a hardware accelerated GUI
We have a "WebCore" called WebCore
We have everything you promise, today.

The only thing we don't have is full directory encryption, because we don't like bloatware, and the resources they take up.
Instead we have hot-keyed home directory encryption, so you don't have to decrypt all 500 megs of Microsoft Office every-time you load up a program.

So I'm sitting here searching for text in PDFs I haven't seen/read, along with Office Documents, websites, ID3 tags, Pictures with metadata. All from the core OS, not applications, the core OS.

Oh yeah and Dashboard is cool.
And Automator will rock the booty hole when I can find out something useful to do with it.

So take your 45 million lines of code, and I will stick with my 15 million lines of euphoria. See you in 2006.



(A Longhorn is a herbivore which processes it's food multiple times through regurgitation and redundant stomachs. It gets along but is utterly slow, and is often prey to large predator cats)