I fucking hate cars. I love giving them tickets. I love raising money for Buffalo. don't block the sidewalk and other peoples driveways like an asshole and then say you can't ask them to move because its a sold out show.

Total raised, $85

Fridays are half days, which is terrible because I can't get anything done at work, but awesome because usually its a day I don't work for the majority. After work I headed over to Terry's office to set up his tax program. His office can now all use the same data files for their local payroll program by using a local directory linked to a network share - no syncing needed.


The Roxy's building is looking worse than it did before - all that's been done in it so far is a party thrown by some douches I went to high school with. I wonder if Paul Rubino, the developer is actually going to be able to finish it.

When I got home, Paul and I decided to head to the Historical Society to look at some pictures in their library. It was pretty neat. We looked at our block of Linwood and saw all the houses that filled in the current parking lot gaps. The best part about them were all the wrap around porches that used to be here, and the amazing elm canopy. My favorite building, the Lin-Nor looked awesome even in the 20's. It had a Liberty Bank branch downstairs, everyone was walking, the street looked very complete. It's still my favorite building because it's the perfect scale, density, mixed use and even includes amazing greenspace in their garden.

The most ridiculous part of the visit was looking at the pictures themselves. All pictures must be requested through a librarian, who pulls them out of a file cabinet and gives them to you with gloves. You aren't allowed to make copies and nothing is digital. This seems insane given that the library is a public resource, most of these images are from the city, and the ones that aren't are out of copyright. Why are these not digital accessible? Paul an

Paul says the librarian, Cynthia Van Ness, likes keeping them this way because it draws people in for research. I say their goal is realized a thousand times over by making it accessible online for everyone. Plus, what if the library burns down? There's no way there's duplicates of anything in there right now. I think their funding should be contingent on scanning the maps and photos in - tagging and transcribing them could be crowdsourced for nothing I'm sure.







The historical society had a 21 inch all in one running on Android. And they said Linux on the desktop was never going to happen.



Paul Visco and Joe Herzig are now members of the historical society.

We had a bunch of people over tonight for Paul's birthday. There wasn't enough cake, but it was tons of fun. I think there was enough spanking to last the rest of Paul's life.





Breaking out the good stuff

A 360 attempt

Paul got himself a new nose piercing

Mickey drew us the best bear on bear picture I've ever seen.







Even Fuzzy got up for some fun

Happy birthday Paolo. I love you so much. Here's to a 38th crazy year and so many more.

After a pretty productive day at work I found out that I made a dumb mistake in one of my work projects. It turns out that after we switched the portal from MySQL to MariaDB, a date comparison I was doing for appointment reminders started to fail. I literally had missed one function around the date I was looking up - who would have thought it worked anyway with one database but not the other.



(e:paul), (e:terry) and I went to the pride center business mixer at the Black Swan which was super fancy pants. (e:steve), (e:heidi) and (e:dianne) were also there. It was also super loud. When we went to leave and get Paul a birthday treat, we discovered the keys fell out of Terry's pocket. The bartender told us that someone had turned them in - and instead of keeping them at the bar, they gave them to pride center staff. How ridiculous - what if the customer who lost them wasn't at that event? So Heidi and Dianne drove us down to Hamburg to pick them up.

Anyway, we tried to go to the Butterwood dessert place, but it was closed. So Chocolate Bar it was. We ate so much dessert it was insane - they even brought out an extra for Paul's birthday with a firework in it!



Gotta get ya pics in.





We decided Terry looks exactly like this 18th century dandy. He just needs a little more shirt plumage.


Happy boy in his cocoon

After work Tuesday, I headed over to Jax and Kyle's to work hammer out some of the last issues with the wordpress and move some of the content in. I also finished the registration and login system for the new site - so much of it is boilerplate from other projects but it still takes a lot of time to move it over.

When I got home, (e:terry) and (e:yesthatcasey) had done dinner night without me. They made these freaking amazing zucchini cheese patties (with a sprinkling of zucchini for yer health) and a canelli bean pasta.




Zucchini cake recipie

Cannellni bean pasta


Then I packed even more in the night by meeting up with Emily, Mike, Annie and Andy at McGarrets. Its such a bro bar but it was super cheap. I accidentally got three beers for $5.50.

After getting back from Rochacha (e:terry) and I stopped by (e:robert)'s quinceañera aka going away party. We saw (e:steve), (e:czarkazm), and a bunch of other people. I didn't grab many pictures but it was a good time. Hope you have a good time in sunny Seville with all those Spanish jungs. (I don't know what bros what that is in Spanish - hombres?).


There was a pumpkin based brownie to celebrate - yum.


When I got home (e:paul) and I estripped a little and got ridiculous. Before that I noticed that the ceiling in the dining room seemed to have more deflection than before. I took pictures before but can't find them right now, so I thought I would document them here.

Another part of Rochester I loved was their little botanical garden. It was full of quails, tortoises and turtles.



The quails are so cute. I want one as a pet, that we also could raise for ethical eggs and cuddling. (e:paul) could not eat them.







Sounds familiar... Basra.


As far as I could tell, this was their Delaware Park. It backs up on this giant forested hill in the middle of the city, almost to (e:uchina)'s house. If I were her, I would abandon the apartment and spend all my time on that hill, mountain-man style.


Scenic vista.

The next morning, (e:uchina) took us on a auto-based tour de Rochester (or Crotchfester as I learned (e:flacidness) calls it). Maybe it's being in a different city and the grass is always greener - but it seems like an awesome place to live.

First we went to breakfast at a Ayn Rand themed(?!) restaurant called Atlas Eats. The kimchi pancakes were amazing and I drank too much coffee.

We then headed over to the High Street bridge, which seemed to be like a Canalside type district with actual old buildings. It overlooks the Genesee Rivers waterfall and also gives scenic vistas of both a Kodak and Genesee beer factory. I couldn't decide which one was responsible for more toxic products.



I love being in a city that isn't flat. Here is a 360 degree photo sphere I took on the bridge. I want to try it out on (e:paul)'s VR headset. The disembodied butt of (e:terry) and the floating Masumi head make you feel like you're really there.







A Christmas tree of beer.


The most ridiculous thing I have ever seen was this Pepsi machine, hooked up to a generator at the end of the bridge. How could this even make any money? Do people get so exhausted crossing the bridge that they need a cup full of sugar to make it back? Crazy.



I rediscovered some of the fun lens modes on the Note. Mostly useless but kind of cool

We went out to a rave in Rochester called "Dawn of the Plurbotz" with (e:uchina) and (e:yesthatcasey).

(e:paul) and I went full on 90's with his self-made furry track pants, and me wearing his 1991 Kikwear pants. I could have smuggled several people in with the giant legs.



We stopped at Masumi's before the rave. (e:uchina) has upgraded her life in so many ways. Music was played with non-mechanical media!! CRT's had disappeared! There was a laptop! I was excited for her.

The rave was at Tilt, a gay nightclub outside of downtown. While the rave happened in the outdoor courtyard and sideroom, Marcella's style gay club was going on in the main room. It was kind of funny to see the primped up gay dudes walk into rave full of candy clad nerds. Dancing outside put me a little on edge because these massive electric heaters blasted us - what a waste of energy. I have to say I loved the last rave in Rochester but this location was not the best - not enough dancing room. Give me dive-y mexican restaurant any day (e:joe,59583). The difference in intoxication may have been a factor too.


Casey in his happy place - inside a bear


Making moves with the bot



Paul's friend Greg always raves with a CRT on his head. That's a real 90's throwback.


I kind of love the Rochester people that attend these raves. Not just because there are a few cute boys.