And then…
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If I die in such a strange and drug-related way that Rolling Stone is interested in reporting it, I hereby state that they are notallowed to do so unless they work in the phrase “seamy underground world of webcomics.”
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I probably won’t have the chance to post this for a day or so, but I want to get my firstimpressions of Rodes 2 down now.
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Tomorrow I am finally moving back to Centre. TOMORROW I am FINALLY moving BACK.
You can tell it’s serious because my computer is unplugged.
I’ve been wanting to go back for what seems like forever, and not just for broadband. Not much hashappened, really, but this still feels like it’s been a summer of Homeric proportions. I don’tknow, maybe we’re starting later than usual this year. I guess I wouldn’t want it any other way.Tomorrow I’m really a senior.
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P.S. Today’s IdiotCam© has been one of myfavorite jokes since fourth grade. I’m almost glad Mom bought one of the stupid things, since I cannow finally capture it in low-quality digital form.
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Today is my sister’s birthday! Well, it was until nineteen minutes ago. Caitlan is eighteen! Happybirthday, Caitlan!
In the proud Adkins tradition, Caitlan plans to do nothing with her newly legal status but vote.(Well, the Adkins children tradition. Mom drinks sometimes.)
In other news, Sumana has frequently
A couple days later, I was surprised to remember that I WAS looking for such a book, and had beenfor three years–Orson Scott Card’s short story omnibus,
So I went away satisfied, but came back tonight when I remembered a book that this amazing girl hadshowed me at convention. Her namewas Anne, and she had this laugh, and she liked my brother a lot even though he didn’t realizethat, and–well, anyway. The book is
Which it is–but tonight I found it for just ten bucks with shipping, and bought it. Thanksto Bookfinder! Hooray, Bookfinder!
(Expect a full retraction in two weeks, when I get it and it’s not nearly as good without a prettygirl around.)
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Someday I will invent a tiny device that consists entirely of a wound radio antenna, a one-tonespeaker, a battery, and some adhesive. I will then attach these devices to every single thing Iown. When I’m done with that, I will assign each device a unique low-watt radio band all foritself, and put together a remote control that can broadcast on any of those bands. The remote willbe voice-operated, and keyed to my voice, so that all I have to say is “where is my {stupid,fucking, blue} CD case?” and the device attached to that CD case sets off a furious beeping. MaybeTHEN I won’t LOSE THINGS SO OFTEN.
(Hypothetical problem #1: What happens when I lose the remote? I guess I could create a secondarybackup remote to find the first, but that way
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The report from Gruv:
“Gremlins from the Kremlin” is the title to an old school WW2-wartime Looney Tunespropaganda cartoon with heavy political messages, and a lot of mockery of prominent Naziofficials.
The man’s wisdom is beyond me. Also, now that I’ve repeated the phrase twice in these entries,it’ll probably start appearing on that listing even more frequently. Like “sabina kudmani.” Irealize that I can take steps to stop that, but I don’t want to put in that much effort. Also,saying “sabina kudmani” is starting to grow on me.
Slight update to this part of the site–if it’s working correctly, the IdiotCam© will onlyshow up on the front page, and not in the archives. Saves you having to look at my ugly mug everytime I reference another entry, at least.
Ken stopped by on his way back to Inez, and we drove around looking for nonexistent nylon guitarpicks, so that was fun. I really want Ken to get his own site, or blog, or something, so I can linkhim when I mention his name. Then you’d go there and read whatever he wrote. Everything would makeso much more sense to you. Get your own site, Ken!
Tonight there are tentative plans for my Uncle John and Aunt Dana (see?) and the mighty Andrew to stop by, so I canfinally see Andrew’s film Foreign Citizen, for which I shot a cameo back in May. But neversaw.
But I’m going to now, I think. I’m looking forward to it.
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Three entries in two days! Madness! Today was the first day since coming home that I’ve actuallyspent entirely in my pajamas, eating ice cream and watching NewsRadio. I’m slipping.
(Parenthetic insert: I watch too much tv lately, because I’m usually the only one in the house, andit gets quiet. Aside from confirming that daytime tv is entirely ass-based, I’ve come to reallydespise the new Clorox Plus commercial. You know the one, where there’s the fake-calypso guy in thebackground singing “Mama’s got the magic of something something, Mama’s got the magic of CloroxPlus.” It’s one of the most mind-itching jingles in years, and also, what the hell? Can’t Daddy dothe wash too? Or are men just not good enough, you sexist swine? I do my own laundry! Maybeyou should too!)
I did have a long day yesterday, though, what with the concert (below) and having been up at 0530 hrs before that. Today I finished up thefirst xorph.com wallpaper, which I’ll post in ExtraCredit when I’ve updated THAT page, and checked out my server-side hit tracking. This alwaysproduces different results than the offsite tracker, but I usually use the latter for the (stupid) reason thatthey’re easier to read. I believe this is because Extreme only tracks whole pages, whereas theserver tracks every .inc and image I host, producing outrageously inflated counts.
It also produces very different search attempts, though, which I’ve yet to figure out. For example,according to it, searches for “sabina kudmani” have led to my site on not one but twooccasions. I don’t think I’ve ever typed the words “sabina kudmani” until just now, and then thetime right before that.
I’m a little afraid now, actually, because this could easily turn into a vicious cycle: I sayconfused things about “sabina kudmani,” which makes Google bump the site higher in its rankings,which means even MORE people come here looking for “sabina kudmani” news and resources, and I getever more boggled and it becomes a running joke, et cetera. It could end up being like the
I’m borrowing the Leonardonic term DSR, forDumb Search Results, to apply to the following:

Finally, Sumana gets to see
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The Gin Blossomswere here. Here. Last night. I saw the Gin Blossoms last night. Here.
I put up a brave front, but the fact is I know almost nothing about music. This is a vastimprovement over, say, 1998, when I knew literally nothing about music (embarrassinganecdote: I once asked Erika “So, what other songs has U2 put out besides ‘With or WithoutYou?’”).
So 98-99 was my Big Into Gin Blossoms period. I actually own their greatest hits (only they couldmake their third album a greatest hits album [for the record, a couple of non-hits on there aren’tbad]). I knew nothing about pop or instrumentation or songs that had more than three chords, andthey were a lot of fun to listen to. This was right after they broke up, I believe, and “HeyJealousy” was still likely to get a cheer if it came on the radio.
It is frankly bizarre to think that I saw them live in concert last night. Granted,
Anyway, my friend Erin (Michalik), an RAcomrade for two years running, called me at 6 and asked if I’d be willing to go see the GinBlossoms for free. We got there as they were finishing their first song (”Follow You Down,”naturally) and there were like a hundred people there.
A hundred people. At a Gin Blossoms concert.
Maybe another twenty people arrived during the whole show. The Coliseum can hold something like athousand. This is not the saddest part. No, that would be the lead singer actually asking people totry stage-diving. Or trying to run out into the crowd with a corded mike. Or getting said miketangled around the chair he stood on (making him roughly my height). Or the fact that he dressedlike he really wanted to be in TheStrokes.
I felt bad for them, really. What’s it like to play to audiences of thousands, then break up, thenget back together and find yourself playing for a hundred dispassionate kids at Eastern KentuckyUniversity? Granted, this is probably just karma catching up to them for selling the same song somany times, but still.
I did have a lot of fun, in a surreal kind of way, and it was nice to hear the songs–exactly theway they sound on the albums, but much louder–again. It was good to see Erin againtoo.
I feel better for Angie, too. The man’splaying to crowds nearly as big as the Gin Blossoms, for Pete’s sake. Also, they both do
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