11:20 pm Home from work. The last few days really have sucked a great deal. Talking on the phone about the same thing over and over, switching problems and computer systems every call, and in addition, having your tools malfunction while you're trying to use them. Ugh. Only one thing to do after a situation like that.
Nothing! Yes, I'm sitting around doing NOTHING. I like it. The only part I don't like is the stiffening of my hands from the cold. It makes typing weird. Like trying to type by holding a fistful of little frozen sausages and poking the keys with them. Wearing gloves makes it different, but not better. Then it's like typing while wearing gloves. Ooh that's a colorful analogy.
Things are changing. My page will be changing. I put it together in September of last year. In that time I've learned ten times more HTML than I knew then. Now it all seems so stagnant. It hasn't changed with me. Well, that's actually because I haven't motivated my butt into changing it. I'm sure I will soon enough. Speaking of me, I took the Keirsey temperament test to find out where my personality sorts out to in Jungian terms. A therapist friend of mine in Hawaii once guessed that I would be an INTP type. Well, after taking the test, answering the questions as honestly (and as quickly) as I could, I got branded an INTJ.
"INTJ?" Well, yup. I guess I'm more judgemental than he (or I) thought. "Judgemental". Yech. Has a negative ring about it. The alt.psychology profile and this other summary describe some of my gears pretty well. Still. Back when I last spoke to him I may well have been of the INTP nature.
Aaanyway. Psychological profiles are an interesting way to get a handle on things, but it is very hard to quantify something like human personality. People are just toooooo crazy. thud. thud. thud. Man my hands are cold. Thunk thunk thunk. Ow. Playing steel string guitar with cold hands hurts.
Oh yes, music. I'm back to digital music again. This time armed with warehouses of disk space and room to concentrate in. The product of this is sounding interesting indeed. I will post it someday, when it's halfway finished or so. I'll also go up to Seattle one of these days to practice with the band, truck the equipment up, and get away from Portland for a little while. Good ol' band. Oi. I also owe Eviltoast a CD so her project can continue. Ummm. I guess I better burn and send it.
Things to do:
God my neighbors are loud fucking assholes. They're pretty much quiet during the day. But around midnight, I guess they must get all drunk because they start yelling at each other and jumping around and crashing into walls or something. If I sit in the living room, I can track their footsteps around their house, when they're running. (BOOM! BOOM Boom boom boom.) Oh, now they're screeching. Ooh, the guy is locked outside and he's banging on the glass door to be let in. (Outside on the balcony I mean) Gee. Too bad there's no crazy old woman out here. Did I mention the last things I heard that crazy woman say? They were: "Are you calling me a transvestite? Do you want me to stand naked in front of you with all my scars to prove I'm a girl?" I shit you not.
Well, I'm cold and annoyed and hungry, so I'm gonna walk down to 7-11 to get some sort of malnutritional snack. One of the girls who works there is a coke fiend. I walk in one day. She straightens up from a table in back with an extra large snoooooort. Comes up to the counter, bleary eyed. Starts talking a red blur. Something about how she likes grocery stores where they-let-you-bag-your-own-groceriesandhaveIeverexperienceditbecauseyoureallyhaveto. Ohhhkay. I buy something. "OkaycanIbagthatforyou?" okay. "heythanksforcoming-nowaityou'resupposedtosaythanksandIsayhaveaniceday..." I wander out the door wondering how it is she manages to buy drugs while working at 7-11. Well, I'm gonna go visit her now. Seeya.