Category: Angst

I would like to see their webmaster’s face when he checks the referral logs

June 17, 2005 /

Oh man oh man. Neil Gaiman has discovered Jennifer Brummett.

This may not mean much to you, but it’s pretty glorious for those of us who endured her “reviews” for four years of DramaCentre (aka CentreDrama). Brummett is the Advocate-Messenger’s theatre “critic,” and the depth of research and literary acuity you see in that article was exactly what she applied to our work. I’m not trying to say we were de Sade at Arenton, but the things we did took time and thought and pain. Brummett could be replaced a rubber cup on the end of a stick.

It’s nice to have some validation that the woman has no business putting two words together, whether it has any practical effect or not. Dear Jennifer Brummett: Welcome to the interweb! I hope you like being the message boards’ new darling.

May 19, 2005 /

The division between “bland attempt at humor” and “disturbing suggestion of existential despair” is not always strong in Beetle Bailey.

BUT AT LEAST I WENT

May 9, 2005 /

I now know empirically what I’ve long suspected: the Infield is a vast and sickening waste of flesh, all of which would serve the world better as low-grade taco meat. I hate Derby.

Brendan Pretends to be Pat from Achewood

May 4, 2005 /

Okay, double-clicking is a terrible interface, all right? It’s TERRIBLE and STUPID. It’s wildly unintuitive and it distributes a conceptually atomic operation across two distinct actions!

This is, for all of you who come over to my place and try to use Firefox and get a surprise, why my mouse’s wheel button doesn’t open a new tab. It’s set to act like a double-click, as have been all my mice since 1998. I could tell when I was seventeen that double-clicking is bad usability, and all Jakob Nielsen cares about is whether my links are blue! I HATE EVERYTHING FUN!

This has been “Brendan Pretends to be Pat from Achewood.” Except I’m serious about double-clicking, dammit.

April 29, 2005 /

Been a while since I pulled one of these. With a little luck, this is my last school all-nighter ever.

April 22, 2005 /

The elastic band on my pocket Moleskine snapped off this morning. What the shit! I had my first pocket Moleskine for over two years, and its elastic band is still on. This one’s barely seven months old! You’re fired, pocket Moleskine!

I don’t actually think this will actually make much of an actual difference, since it actually stays closed in my pocket and I don’t press things between the actual pages.

Update 1427 hrs: THANK YOU FOR POINTING OUT MY SHORTCOMINGS, DAVID FLORA. I HAVE CORRECTED THE REDUNDANCY.

Not going in Anacrusis

April 21, 2005 /

“Is a personal narrative really the optimal form for mocking one’s own childish desires?” muses Jake. After a while he writes a note to himself to consider that later, then goes back to his excitingly decorated office in the airy production building where he works hard all day with his friends from college and the interweb on fascinating, lucrative projects until they go home to the same apartment complex and play games until two in the morning and also they can eat pizza and fried chicken sandwiches every day without getting fat and his ankle doesn’t hurt and nobody ever dies.