Because perhaps you didn’t realise I was a total fucking geek yet. Well, to be absolutely sure, to dispel all doubt I have set up a php chess-server.
I’m in the process of skinning it all up to match the blog right now, but it’s totally functional. If anybody actually wants a user/pass for it then drop me comment, you fucking sad geeks.
And hearing-impared people speak even louder, but that’s not really their fault. And anyway, I don’t have any hearing-impared folks to be posting on here, so I’ll settle for piccies. All of which took far too damn long, really.
The next step is to make the previews load in a floating div in the page’s foreground, and to edit the damn script so it keeps the original files. It’s not like Dreamhost haven’t given me enough space, after all.
Oh, and that Strokes album? Pretty meh. Not actually bad like Room on Fire was, but it’s not the disc full of unmitigated joy that for some reason I hoped it would be. Likewise pretty “meh” was Ong Bak which I watched this afternoon. The action was very nice, and there was an especially cute-looking girl who hung around to deliver some bad lines very poorly, but the story was just plain retarded and the acting felt stilted after seeing the brain-achingly awesome Unleashed last week.
Next time I decide that I want to ‘catch up’ with people I’ve not kept in touch with since school. Next time I think that a night out in Derby won’t be composed entirely of not quite being able to hear stupid people say stupid things. Next time I think that my life needs more alcohol in a public context. Next time I completely forget what a goddamn retarded idea all of the above is I can just read this and be saved. Right?
On the plus side, a well-stocked and free bar meant I got to sample the dubious joys of absinthe again. Of course, this also means that I am all sorts of dehydrated right now, and that my car is still parked over at Pride Park. Also: my wrist is sprained, somehow. Do I still win? Only just, I feel.
You know, I do like how absinthe never really gives one a hangover per se, preferring to leave its victim feeling dizzy and still a little drunk in the morning. This is clearly the way forward.
Oh, and some guy was telling me how cool the new Strokes album is, because apparently it got leaked already. I just assumed that didn’t happen any more, since record companies are so hot on that these days and it’s pretty goddamn easy to stop. But whaddya know: he was right, it was, it’s coming down now. I’ll let you know how it works out, mmmkay? Apparently the opener is a real blinder and it’s generally full of very different stuffs, which would be nice.
The Plan for today:
- get hydrated, eat
- kill the pile of washing up with any means necessary
- take out the goddamn bin
- write an essay
- watch some cartoons
- make that address book program
I think you’ll agree: this is a plan we can all get behind one hundred percent, perhaps even a little more.