Another message of interest from an admirer of the silicon variety, this time from match.com

"Here it is possible to write everyone about yourself much, but I think the person it is possible to learn well only then when you will communicate to him some time!"

She looks like Jennifer Aniston but she talks like Borat. I'd have thought the Russian hackers would have spent the extra ruples for some content that almost resembles passable english. If I got a message titled "I need big strong man to pull plow" I could at least give them a few brownie points for humor.

To expand on (e:metalpeter)'s theme of the day...

If she likes homemade mojitos
And gettin' caught in the rain
If she roots for the Sabres
But is okay with the 'Canes
If she likes Saturday lunches, at the India Gate
Then she's likely the woman that I'd probably date.

Just random pieces of doggerel floating through my mind. Move along, nothing to see here...

My old college bud (e:lizabeth) suggested I change my Myspace user picture to one of her suggestion since she thought the current one was hideous. I heeded her advince, and today I received a myspace message from some interested girl, or at least someone purporting to be female (I'll give (e:lizabeth) 10 secs to gloat and tell me "I told you it needed changing" before I go on...one..two..three) Here's the basic gist of the message.

"Hey sexy!

I saw you on myspace in the men's section....blah blah blah...

blah-blah-blah...Long walks on the beach..blah-blah-blah..I'm honest, funnier than Jerry Seinfeld...blah-blah-blah...piña coladas and getting caught in the rain...blah-blah-blah...I'm attractive, spunky...blah-blah-blah...on the rebound after serious relationship...blah-blah-blah...I don't have a myspace account and I'm just using a friend's, so instead e-mail me at random_email@whatever.com

I'll be checking for your nice message!"

Now, I would never look a gift horse in the mouth, and I think I'm at enough time after my breakup that I'd like to start dating other people again. And it would be such an ego boost if a simple picture change were to cause such a sea change. I want to believe, I reallly do. However...

This myspace message seems a bit fishy. Having done the whole match.com thing (which (e:vincent) told me would be a waste of money and he was pretty much right), most of the people mailing me out of the blue were women (at least purporting to be women) in russia who sent overly flattering messages that were so obviously some kind of spam scam. And in those telltale spam messages, there was always the same "cut through all the red tape and e-mail me immediately" reqeusts (can we say e-mail address harvesting?). While the message I received today did actually originate (supposedly) from the account of a myspace user who supposedly lived in Buffalo (whose picture was pretty hot, if it was an actual person), who in the heck actually uses their hot friend's myspace account to message other people? Wouldn't it have made more sense to get their own account? And more importantly, English-speakers' e-mail usually does not refer to a responding message as a "nice message". It almost sounds like a phrase adapted from some foreign language where the use of the world "nice" would be less tacky.

I don't want to be embarrased enough to actual fall for a scam. We've all had the one first time where we encountered our first phishing message, where we nearly gave our credit card to someone who wasn't eBay. I surmounted that point long ago and I'm adequately jaded by ten years of using the Internet. However, at the same time I'm embarrased to seemingly look like I'm not an optimist. Could friends of hot Buffalo myspace chicks actually throw themselves at me? Sure, why not! What's wrong with that?

I guess I'll do what I do best--pocrastinate. Usually anyone who spams myspace gets their account deactivated within several days of me getting the message. If the account's still there is several days, I'll pursue this matter a little more closely.

- First off, an addendum. Yesterday was easter, and as I didn't have anything better to do (insert Chinese restaurant joke here) I took advantage of the lull in traffic at the Elmwood & Marion intersection to snap a few photos for my project. Like the madman that I am, I rushed out into the middle of the street between traffic light changes and tried to get the best shots I could while not being run over. However, I didn't refer to the original photograph for reference like I should have, so after all my hard work and risk-taking, the distance was still all wrong and the overlay won't work. The small piece of Marion in the original isn't in the target. I really should use the stitching feature of my digital camera on the next pass.

Original:



Target:



- For some reason, Safari has been crashing on estrip for months. I think it has to do with a new userpic appearing when someone new logs in. At some point, I really should set up a packet sniffer or something and check it out further.

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Yesterday, I decided attempted to learn Ruby on Rails. After spending several hours trying to learn the stuff, I decided to pretty much give the technology a write-off, as I was about ready to throw my computer and the book I just bought clean out the window. A while ago, I started writing my own blogging application based on XML that I could have eventually rolled into a full-fledged MVC web application environment. I am seriously kicking myself now for having not finished it. I am so dissatisfied with everything out there. You know, come to think of it, I'll probably continue trying to learn Ruby, just so I'll know what's going on if I ever see any example code for anything general that uses it, and just because I'm so freakin' thorough and don't like to leave unfinished what I've started. I'm just a masochist like that.

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- I've also started looking at houses a little bit more. I'm really not sure whether I want to buy one, as I've considered moving back home to North Carolina near my family someday, or possibly moving somewhere else to a different job. But I keep thinking that I'm sinking 8k a year into rent that I could be putting into equity.

I really like the whole "Elmwood Village" area, and I'd like to stay within walking distance to Spot. I'd actually like a house on Richmond, but aside from being kinda pricey for someone in my income bracket, they would cost a bitch to heat (no insulation and high ceilings) and every house on the street is so huge because it's designed for tenants to live in the upper half. I really don't want to be a landlord or have large heating bills, and unfortunately most of the houses in the Elmwood-Richmond band (for lack of better terminology) require you to endure both if you own them.

So far, the best fit for me seems to be the northern buffalo/kenmore area, which is actually where I was driving around this weekend looking at the houses for sale. That area seems to have a decent number of homes that are small enough to keep sanely heated/cleaned by one person and would keep my mortgage somewhere near to what I'm currently paying for rent.

Another day or so, and I can eat regular bread again instead of matzoh. At least according to my religion. According to my triglycerides and my doctor, regular bread will always be chametz.

So I'm back from the Bedouin Soundclash show at the Icon. It was the first time that I've actually been to the Icon, and the building was far bigger than I had imagined it, though somehow I managed to pass it several times before realizing that it was the nondescript blue building on Ellicott.

The main act was really good, and had a lot of good energy going on. The audience was pretty enthusiastic, and there was a pretty good turnout (~200, maybe). The live show definitely lived up to what I heard on the CD. I can't wait for the next album.



I managed to snap one photo, with my mediocre new Nokia 6102i phone I got for $90 at the compusa clearance sale (had I gotten an nokia E62, there wouldn't be a picture at all, so the quality could have been worse--as in nonexistant).

I spent tonight going out and doing something instead of uselessly wasting my evenings in the idle pursuits I usually engage in. That's got to count for something.

Today Bedouin Soundclash comes to the Icon. I am so psyched about this because their CD is perhaps the most incredibly fucking good CD that I've bought in years. While I've never seen them live, I'd imagine they'd be pretty good in front of an audience. I will try my damnedest to make it to that show.

My last post, I mentioned something I didn't like about Buffalo (the pizza). This post I dedicate to something I do like about Buffalo--radio stations. NC doesn't have anything like 92.9 Jack or the 107.7 Lake (at least last time I was there), and back home is way too far south to get the Canadian radio that I'm finding myself more and more addicted to during my drives to work. I dig an environment rich in classic rock and interesting music with "new country" and religious stations few and far between, and I'm certainly getting that up here.

In a recap on yesterdays activities, I also went to a passover seder at Temple Beth Zion on Delaware with (e:museumchick). It was a lot of fun, though my long held ideas about what constitutes a traditional passover song have been thoroughly undermined.

Today, I hit up Casa di Pizza two get two slices of the last truly enjoyable bready thing I'll get to have for the next eight days. Once pesach starts, it'll be no more bread and eight days of a boring dry cracker that reminds me of the fact that my ancestors had to high-tail it out of Egypt.

To go off on a tangent, it's kinda of strange that in a city with so many pizza joints like Buffalo it's so hard to find a place where a single person can sit down and quickly get an individual slice of pizza with exactly what they want on it that hasn't been sitting in a warmer for 12 hours and do so without involving wait staff. It's like you're expected to buy an entire pie if you want it your way, and you're usually expected to bring it home. If I had a dime for every time I've gone into a place wanting a slice of plain-cheese non-pork pizza only to be told "sorry, there's only what we have in the warmer", I'd have a lot of dimes. It's actually one of my biggest gripes about living in Buffalo. There are a very few places I've found in Buffalo that meet all my criteria, but they're few and far between.

Back home in civilization North Carolina, we had lots of locally owned (i.e. not Sbarro) places that filled in the function of fast-food restaurants where you could reasonably go out on a lunch break and get a slice that had whatever you wanted on it, and it was always shoved into the oven and served piping hot.

As I can't get what I want up here, I don't eat pizza too often, save for the once a month at the Buffalo PHP meetup at Casa di Pizza. This is probably a good thing, given my family history of cholesterol problems. But it's ironic that when I visit back home, the thing that I want more than anything is not biscuits or sweet tea, but pizza.

After having driven a rental 2+ weeks after getting my car totalled in an accident, I now have another car, a Subaru Forester. I wanted something that handled well in snow and had AWD (like a SUV), had lots of space to put stuff in case I ever had to move (like a SUV), that wouldn't guzzle gas (unlike a SUV), and had thoughtful and intellgent design in its interior and lots of compartments to put stuff (unlike just about everyone else). This actually narrowed down my choices quite a bit. After I drove home from the dealership saturday, I christened the vehicle with the Bedouin Soundclash CD I've wanted to get for months (after hearing them over and over again on Canadian radio).

Me and the GF haven't spoken for 2 weeks after the falling out. I guess that the statute of limitations on my being in a relationship has passed. Strangely enough, you can only have enough cycles of break-up/get back together before you start to feel less and less sad and more and more like "jeez, this is really stupid".

I had a good time with (e:vincent) and his friends last night. It was the first time that I had ever been to Mohawk place, and I should say that it now is tied with Diablo in my "funnest bar" rankings. Lotta cool music, lotta cute and slightly offbeat girls. Nice place. While I didn't think that the "stupider room" was that terrible, I'd agree that the music wasn't that hot (it was a jukebox) and question the value of musical democracy in a watering hole.

And finally, I've gotten most of my passover shopping done. I have at least enough bread of afflication for 4-6 days worth of affliction.

I often have the habit of writing parodies of songs for no apparent reason. Several years ago, I started writing a parody of the Rodgers and Hammerstein's "do-re-mi" from the Sound of Music that mixed totally unrelated computer terminology together. I was stuck in a traffic jam and the idea just kind of hit me. When I set my own silly words to existing songs I tend to suffer from writer's block when I think them up, because I can't think of enough good stuff that rhymes; I usually end up revisiting what I've written several years later, when some idea about how to make things fit together hits me straight of the blue (usually from the same stupid place I got the idea to write the song in the first place). This particular parody was especially challenging, though, because in addition to stuff rhyming, I also had to think of computer terminology that fit well with the song. Well, last night I finished, and as I really don't have anywhere better to post this, I might as well post it to what I'm currently using as my diary.

(With apologies to Rodgers and Hammerstein)

do, a loop, a do-while loop
ray, it is a thing you trace
me, an applescript reference
"fa", the first two characters of face
.so, a shared library object
-la, will link to a.so
tee, you pipe to grep and sed
And now we're looping back to do


And that is my silly little accomplishment for the week.

I had a great time at the party, and was cool to finally meet (e:museumchick) and (e:ingrid) in person. By some circumstance I didn't run into (e:james), but I hope to at the next event. (e:uncutsaniflush) and I probably didn't solve (e:vycious)'s FTP problem, but it was fun trying.
I also have a mild case of geek envy for (e:paul)'s nokia device, but I'm going to try and hold off buying one myself because I'm supposed to be buying an iPhone for work and my gtk skills are a little rusty.

Thanks to PMT for hosting another great party!