Serenity NOW.

September 30, 2005

Mood: Tired. I shouldn’t go to bed at 2am…
Music: The shrieking of partners.
Game: World of Warcraft, America’s Army, COD2 Demo.
Book: Glory Road, Robert Heinlein.
Muffin: Nope. Not today, either.

Serenity opens today. I’ll be there with Jenny Lee, Cliff, Jenai and her friend, Kevin and his friend, and Colin. 8:20pm tonight, 14th Street.

Today, everything else is trivial.

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Let’s try this again…

September 28, 2005

Mood: Still Pretty Good…
Music: Maybelline, Chuck Berry
Game: World of Warcraft, America’s Army, COD2 Demo.
Book: The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress, Robert Heinlein.
Muffin: Nope. Not today, either.

Today, I upgraded the blog software to v3.2…which supposedly has anti-spam functions built right into the software. I’m pretty pleased that the entire upgrade process took all of twenty minutes. I guess I’m getting more of a handle on how this software is set up.

I was pleased that my profiles, entries, comments, and templates all stayed put.

Now it’s just a matter of time before I see if the anti-spam measures work.

Things Glenn is Excited About:
COD2 – The Demo rocks. Just completely blew me away. I love it.
Serenity – The movie comes out on Friday. You DID get your Firefly boxed set and rewatched the series, right?
Vacation – Off to Seattle on the 8th of October! Whee! A week out of this place!
Work – The claim is pretty much done today! I can actually work on the things I was hired to do!
Sushi – I’m having dinner with friend Pauri tonight! And we’re having sushi at Blue Ribbon…which is, in my opinion, the best sushi in NY.
Computer – Finally fixed iTunes on my computer, so my Shuffle has 5 hours of 50’s Rock and Roll on it today. Which is good working music, in my opinion.

So life is getting better. This is A Good Thing.


Here we go again…

September 27, 2005

Mood: Pretty good.
Music: None.
Game: World of Warcraft, America’s Army.
Book: The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress, Robert Heinlein.
Muffin: None, but I should have gotten one. I’m hungry. Again.

Well, to start, this morning, my mom got on a plane and headed to Florida for good. New start to a new life. I’m sure she’ll love the new apartment…I’ll just make sure to call her a lot. Probably be lonely and missing New York for a while.

Curiously, whenever I moved to a new city I was always fine for the first couple of months. So much to do and explore…new restaurants, touristy things, reading new newspapers, getting new culture and viewpoints. Learning the tempo. After you sort of worked up the routine, you start missing things. No pizza. Really expensive vegetables. The news doesn’t have this or that. No hockey! Whatever it is. But it usually takes me a while to really start missing things.

I guess we all have our ways of dealing with things.

Anyway, yesterday, I read on Landry’s blog that she was frustrated at the fact that she needed to register to comment. Now, as you’ll probably recall, I turn on required registration in order to foil blogspammers, whom, in my opinion, should be killed very, very slowly with a seafood fork and salad tongs.

Because friend Maria commented on Landry’s blog that it was frustrating her as well, I succumbed to friendly peer pressure, and turned off registration required. Within THIRTY MINUTES, I had six spam entries in my comments. I banned the IPs, deleted the comments, and went about my business.

This morning, I had ten more spam entries. Again, I banned the IPs and deleted the comments.

I will leave the registration requirement alone for now…at least until I have to delete fifty of these obnoxious things a day, at which point, people will have to figure out how to register.

And in response, I expect many, many pithy comments and witty repartee.

It’s only fair.


And it’s a new week.

September 26, 2005

Mood: Apprehension.
Music: None.
Game: World of Warcraft, America’s Army.
Book: The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress, Robert Heinlein.
Muffin: None, but I should have gotten one. I’m hungry.

So, this week looks to be hectic. Not all bad…in fact, not much bad at all…but it’s an unusual week when I have plans for every night and most of the weekend.

Dinner with friends tonight and Wednesday, Serenity opens on Friday, chores on Tuesday and Thursday, cousin’s wedding on Saturday, taking care of stuff in storage on Sunday.

On top of that, as I write this, there are movers at my Mom’s house, packing up the last of things, and moving stuff out to ship to Florida. Tomorrow, my Mom’s on a plane to move down there for good.

In spite of me living all over the place, my Mom’s never lived anywhere outside of New York. Ever. Brooklyn, Long Island, Manhattan…she even went to school at Cortland, which is in upstate New York. In short, she’s been here pretty much her whole life…and so she’s sad about leaving. I’d imagine that part of the sad is nervous…she doesn’t like being so far away from me and Eric…although Eric moved to Michigan a long time ago and never really looked back.

I suppose as you get older, you like your safety nets more…I know I always have…and she’s headed down to Florida with only my Grandmother and Grandfather as support. It’s really the other way around, I’m pretty sure…she’s there to support them. I think my mother is going to miss her friends, her city, her family, her job…lots of changes for her this year.

She’ll be OK. She’s always been a survivor, and I’m here for her if and when she needs. Of course, my mom, like me, is a control freak, and is probably losing her mind at the moment, trying to direct 4-6 movers at the same time. I hope she just goes out, gets a bagel and some coffee, then comes back to find everything packed. She won’t, of course.

It’s funny how my whole life is scattered like so many seeds across a huge field. My mother will be in Florida, my brother, Michigan. Friends in Boston, Wisconsin, New York, London, Hong Kong, Tokyo. Fookus in Seattle. Keith in Ohio. Cousin in San Francisco.

I’ve heard about people who are born, live, and die, all within a 20 mile radius. Entire towns where everyone knows everybody else. All living together as a community.

What an odd concept.

My community is a fine net, spread over the world. I wonder if it’s generational…or if I’m just different.

Knowing me, I’m probably just different.


Changes, v2.

September 22, 2005

Mood: Sad.
Music: None.
Game: World of Warcraft, Planetside, Dungeon Siege II.
Book: The Fountainhead, Ayn Rand.
Muffin: None.

Earlier, I wrote about changes…and changes are good. That you need to learn to deal with changes.

Last night, my mother decided to put her cat, Milo, to sleep. Milo is an old cat…a very old cat, really, and he hasn’t been doing well. With my mother moving next week to Florida, she didn’t feel he would handle being moved around so much, and…. Forget the reasons. It’s not important. They were all very rational reasons, and I was slated to take Milo on Saturday, and hold on to him for my mother…except last night, she phoned the vet and today, in a little while, Milo will go to sleep.

Now, I should point out clearly that I don’t particularly care for pets. And it’s not because I don’t love them, or enjoy playing with them, or anything like that…it’s strictly because I have a very, VERY hard time dealing with transience. Pets die. They just do. And when they do, a little bit of you goes, too. I’ve been through it. It sucks…and rather than feel that pain, I try to avoid the whole scenario. I manage to fail at this…but I do try.

Well, in spite of the fact that it’s not my cat, I am pretty torn up about it. It hurts. It hurts moreso because my mother is completely beside herself about it.

When my mother moved to NYC, she was very alone and lonely, and so she got Milo from someone who was going to put him in a shelter. And he’s been a great cat…very quiet, not at all destructive, just kind of a slow, relaxed cat. And my mother had something to take care of…and it made her all OK. The fact that my mother will be losing this tie makes me very, very upset. Seeing my mother this upset upsets me as well. And of course, the entire symbolism of it is pretty painful, too.

Sometimes, changes mean having to let go of things to go on to other things. Sometimes, letting go of things really, really hurts.


Reach Out and Touch Someone…

September 20, 2005

Mood: Mildly Aggravated.
Music: Turn To You, Go-Gos.
Game: World of Warcraft, Planetside, Dungeon Siege II.
Book: The Fountainhead, Ayn Rand.
Muffin: None.

I wrote this a couple of years ago for a website that isn’t quite dead now…but it might as well be. It’s a shadow of its former self…and that’s too bad.

The Rant is still valid, and I thought some of you might be interested in reading it.


Is this thing on?

September 19, 2005

Mood: Worn out.
Music: I Have The Touch, Peter Gabriel.
Game: World of Warcraft, Planetside, Dungeon Siege II.
Book: The Fountainhead, Ayn Rand.
Muffin: None.

I hadn’t even realized that I haven’t updated my blog in days. I’ve been kind of busy and distracted.

I spent the weekend clearing out my storage areas. Stuff in there from when I lived on Spring Street…before I went to London in 1996. And stuff added along the way.

My mother is moving to Florida next week. She needed to clear out all her stuff, and she did so. My stuff is slightly more complicated. I packed boxes by flinging anything and everything into a box. I need to unpack boxes, see what’s in them, chuck some, keep others.

I threw out about two carts full of junk yesterday, and I’m about half done. Most of it was old machinery (I threw out two Macintoshes(!) a VCR that’d been in storage for 8 years, cables, old hard drives) and papers. Cancelled checks from when I was in college, old bills, and so on.

Also in that mix was a mess of old housewares, like dishes, towels, and what have you from years and years ago. All gone.

I did manage to find a mess of stuff that I salvaged, like my original memo recommending and creating standardized banner sizes, the list of personnel I got the hotel to print out for me after the bombing in Atlanta so I could check on everyone associated with the AT&T project, and my offer letter from Modem Media. I also salvaged tons of postcards, letters, and cards from friends and family.

I have more on my mind…but it’s jumbled and confused. I’m tired from moving boxes, anxious about changes, and generally worn out about work.

No time to write now…but more when I’ve figured out what’s in my head.