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The ride to Houston was pretty interesting. On the way over we were driving the entire way at night. Upon entering Alabama, I noticed that the state highway signs kind of look like Alabama has a nutsack.
There is absolutely nothing along i85 in Alabama. The first stop of the trip was at Victoryland, which was apparently a greyhound racing track and two gas stations. While at the gas station, I saw a beaten up pickup truck full of scrap metal and a guy exiting the convenience store carrying a 40 and a half gallon of milk. I was later informed by my tattooist friend that Victoryland has a convenience store that sells draught beer in gallon jugs. I’m assuming that was at the other store. In Alabama, we also passed through Waugh. This is now on my list of terrible things to name cities somewhere near Guelph, ON. They both just sound like noises your body makes while sick. Ugh. We drove through Alabama’s nutsack, where I saw a truck hauling “show chickens” and into Mississippi, where I promptly fell asleep. I woke back up somewhere on the bayou crossing an endless bridge. Southern Louisiana is a lot like southern Georgia, with all the swamp land. However I found on the drive back that their swamp land is a lot more water and less peat than Georgia’s swamp land. It was nice being in a state with french city names that actually pronounce them correctly. I still cringe when I hear people in Georgia pronounce LaFayette “Luh Fayit”. The bridge over the bayou lulled me back to sleep and I woke up a bit again on the bridge over the Mississippi River. It’s this gigantic arch, and at the top of it you look out over this gigantic industrial area. It was really pretty at night, like a city decorated with christmas lights. It was not so impressive coming back through during the day. Texas was interesting. Within 5 miles of entering it, I saw an example of every single Texan cliché there is, minus a gun store. Texas also has THE WORST ROADS EVER. Georgia’s roads are pretty great, we’re kind of known for our well maintained roads. Every other state we went through, the roads got progressively worse. In Louisiana, the dismounts from bridges were almost bottoming out the car. All of that was just in preparation for Texas. Almost all of i10 is under construction, so there are death walls with no shoulder down miles of road. On top of that, the lanes aren’t painted, they’re marked off with cat’s eyes and strips of corrugation. They’re impossible to see during the day and vibrate you car like it’s going to fall apart if you need to switch lanes. I was wishing I could fall back asleep to escape the terror that was traveling on those roads. The GPS failed and took us to the reception site instead of the hotel, which was a nice introduction to the ghetto public transit in Houston. They have trolleys that look like the future from the 80s, and they really screw up traffic. As sad as Atlanta’s public transport is, at least we have trains that don’t effect traffic. Finally, we arrived at the hotel. The hotel was amazing!
The traffic was pretty bad, so we arrived a bit late. That ended up being okay, though, as the ceremony also started late. No one wanted to go into the butterfly house because it was so humid, so we all stood around in the lobby. Eventually, the family members found out that we had only met the bride in person about 3 hours before the ceremony and kind of freaked out.
We were actually the first people to arrive, but circled the parking lot and then got stuck at a light that refused to change for 5 mins, before we just ran it. The reception venue was pretty decadent.
The dinner was really nice. I had a salad and lemon rosemary chicken. I noticed I was the only one at the table that didn’t scrape off all the herbs, but I found it pretty yummy. The cake was a black forest cake and it was HUGE. The bride and I were the only two people who managed to finish eating a full slice. Although I was dreading the drive, I’m glad we went. It was nice to meet the bride and groom in person, we all got along really well and it was pretty fun. Driving that far west (which is the farthest west I’ve ever been) also opened the door to me trying Jack in the Box and Whataburger, neither of which we have here in Georgia. I do have to say that I found Whataburger tasty, I had this buffalo chicken sandwich and it was super yummy. crossposted from fuzzdecay.com. |
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The ride to Houston was pretty interesting. On the way over we were driving the entire way at night. Upon entering Alabama, I noticed that the state highway signs kind of look like Alabama has a nutsack.
There is absolutely nothing along i85 in Alabama. The first stop of the trip was at Victoryland, which was apparently a greyhound racing track and two gas stations. While at the gas station, I saw a beaten up pickup truck full of scrap metal and a guy exiting the convenience store carrying a 40 and a half gallon of milk. I was later informed by my tattooist friend that Victoryland has a convenience store that sells draught beer in gallon jugs. I’m assuming that was at the other store. In Alabama, we also passed through Waugh. This is now on my list of terrible things to name cities somewhere near Guelph, ON. They both just sound like noises your body makes while sick. Ugh. We drove through Alabama’s nutsack, where I saw a truck hauling “show chickens” and into Mississippi, where I promptly fell asleep. I woke back up somewhere on the bayou crossing an endless bridge. Southern Louisiana is a lot like southern Georgia, with all the swamp land. However I found on the drive back that their swamp land is a lot more water and less peat than Georgia’s swamp land. It was nice being in a state with french city names that actually pronounce them correctly. I still cringe when I hear people in Georgia pronounce LaFayette “Luh Fayit”. The bridge over the bayou lulled me back to sleep and I woke up a bit again on the bridge over the Mississippi River. It’s this gigantic arch, and at the top of it you look out over this gigantic industrial area. It was really pretty at night, like a city decorated with christmas lights. It was not so impressive coming back through during the day. Texas was interesting. Within 5 miles of entering it, I saw an example of every single Texan cliché there is, minus a gun store. Texas also has THE WORST ROADS EVER. Georgia’s roads are pretty great, we’re kind of known for our well maintained roads. Every other state we went through, the roads got progressively worse. In Louisiana, the dismounts from bridges were almost bottoming out the car. All of that was just in preparation for Texas. Almost all of i10 is under construction, so there are death walls with no shoulder down miles of road. On top of that, the lanes aren’t painted, they’re marked off with cat’s eyes and strips of corrugation. They’re impossible to see during the day and vibrate you car like it’s going to fall apart if you need to switch lanes. I was wishing I could fall back asleep to escape the terror that was traveling on those roads. The GPS failed and took us to the reception site instead of the hotel, which was a nice introduction to the ghetto public transit in Houston. They have trolleys that look like the future from the 80s, and they really screw up traffic. As sad as Atlanta’s public transport is, at least we have trains that don’t effect traffic. Finally, we arrived at the hotel. The hotel was amazing!
The traffic was pretty bad, so we arrived a bit late. That ended up being okay, though, as the ceremony also started late. No one wanted to go into the butterfly house because it was so humid, so we all stood around in the lobby. Eventually, the family members found out that we had only met the bride in person about 3 hours before the ceremony and kind of freaked out.
We were actually the first people to arrive, but circled the parking lot and then got stuck at a light that refused to change for 5 mins, before we just ran it. The reception venue was pretty decadent.
The dinner was really nice. I had a salad and lemon rosemary chicken. I noticed I was the only one at the table that didn’t scrape off all the herbs, but I found it pretty yummy. The cake was a black forest cake and it was HUGE. The bride and I were the only two people who managed to finish eating a full slice. Although I was dreading the drive, I’m glad we went. It was nice to meet the bride and groom in person, we all got along really well and it was pretty fun. Driving that far west (which is the farthest west I’ve ever been) also opened the door to me trying Jack in the Box and Whataburger, neither of which we have here in Georgia. I do have to say that I found Whataburger tasty, I had this buffalo chicken sandwich and it was super yummy. crossposted from fuzzdecay.com. |
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I have been silent lately. Not for a lack of things to say, but because it took a full 40 hours for the data to transfer between my old macbook and my new one. It is painful for me to be without a computer for that long, especially while in the middle of freelance work. Luckily, my clients seemed to be pretty understanding. But that just means I have to work twice as hard now to pick up the slack. New macbook is nice but it isn’t. It’s much faster, has much more storage capacity, the optical drive is on the side where it should be, and the screen will get a lot brighter and dimmer than my old one. However, I hate the keyboard. It’s loud, it’s ugly, it’s not as ergonomic, and the volume up/down keys aren’t in the proper spot. I keep opening dashboard or exposéing instead of muting or turning the volume down. I wish there were some way to put the keyboard from my old macbook into my new one. An additional complaint is that it’s fucking retarded to send out a computer that has a firewire800 port without including a 400-800 adapter when the primary means of transferring data between computers during setup is firewire. I had to transfer over the network, which is why it took ages. Aside from the time lost, it was a pretty painless process. I opened up the new macbook and it felt like being on the old one. All my icons were in the right place, my firefox tabs were saved, and even the files in my trash bin were moved over. My only lingering issue is that some of my fonts apparently didn’t transfer over properly, but I haven’t had time to properly look into why that happened. crossposted from fuzzdecay.com. |
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This week has been full of ridiculous purchasing. First off I purchased a camera, the Canon SD790IS which i got an awesome deal on. The macro on this camera is amazing, it will focus from about an inch and a half away. I want to marry it and have its babies. Hands down the best macro I have ever seen out of a lowly point-and-shoot. I couldn’t even see the fuzz on my silicone cover with my eyes. I’ve had the camera for a bit, but only got to test-drive it for the first time today on my lunchbreak. I think I may need to change underpants now, oh my god. However, I’m kind of regretting buying this because the fan on my laptop’s processor finally gave up the ghost. I swear to god that Apple engineers their intel macs to immediately break down at the three year mark. So, I’m being forced to upgrade a bit early. I was planning on upgrading next year, but Macbook forced my hand. I’m going from a Macbook Pro 2ghz to a Macbook Pro 2.66 with the “anti-glare display”. One of the things that was holding me back was a lack of matte display in the new models. Glossy screens are useless for calibrating for CMYK press production, and since I’m primarily doing print-based design, I need true print color. However yesterday, the day the 15″ matte displays were released, was the day my fan went down in a deafening blaze of glory. Thank you Apple, for allowing me the choice of a matte display — something I’m sure you only relented to stocking again due to the combined outcry of the design industry — and charging me a $50 surcharge for it. It’s beyond me how a matte display could possibly cost 50 additional dollars to produce. Especially since in my generation of MBP, the generation you released the first glossy displays in, you were charging an additional fee for the glossy display. There should not be an addtional charge to change screen finish. Period. crossposted from fuzzdecay.com. |
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It occured to me this weekend that I never finished my ipod into smart car integration story. A few days after I hacked a new dc outlet into my glovebox, my chosen mounting bracket showed up. I decided to go with the proclip solution. It’s a two-part solution that includes a vehicle specific mount, coupled with a device specific holder. It happens to have a mount for the smart, which is extra awesome seeing as not many companies have much smart love. For the longest time, it had a mount for the 450 but not the 451, but now it has both. I like it because it’s not destructive to the interior. It’s held on with double-sided tape and tabs that fit in the natural gaps of the dash. However, it was obviously not made to be in a black car with black leather interior in the summer heat of Georgia. The double-sided tape tends to get a bit wobbily on the hottest of August afternoons. I was pleased to learn that all of the branding on the mount came on stickers that were very easily peeled off. It goes a long way to making this feel like a properly integrated solution. My biggest complaint is that there’s no way to mount it that doesn’t at least partially obscure the source button on the factory radio. I never turn my radio off aux input, though, so it’s not a huge deal. Overall, I’m very pleased with my solution. This is massively better than holding my ipod in my lap and digging it out of my floorboard whenever I have to slam on brakes. crossposted from fuzzdecay.com. |
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I had a rather impromptu visit to south Georgia last weekend to visit my family. I was originally going to go the weekend prior, because it was my mom’s birthday, but I managed to jam that weekend up with freelance work. This was the first time I’ve driven down there on a normal weekend. I usually don’t make the 3 hour drive unless it’s a long weekend, because I actually get two full days down there. I only got one full day, but I made it a good one. It was the highlight tour of my hometown, really. Anything more than 3 days and I run out of stuff to do, short visits are great because they quench my thirst for the serenity of the country, but don’t remind me too much of how mind-numbingly dull it was to live there. I was on a bit of a scavenger hunt through my late-grandmother’s sewing supplies, which is one of the main reasons I wanted to go down. There was some stuff that I inherited and stuff that I left down there when I moved off to college that I wanted to reclaim. Digging through my grandmother’s belongings, I ran across the first “real” painting I ever did on canvas: For those of you not privy to my artistic genius, it is a cat wearing a hat with a flower stuck in it holding what I believe to be a book. I remember begging my grandmother to buy me a canvas to paint on. After a few days, she relented and bought me a watercolor set and one piece of canvas board, which she then cut in half. This was the result! It was framed and hung in the dining room of our old house, right next to the sliding glass doors to the patio, until we moved when I was 13. She kept this and my first real drawing (ca. age 3), which was of my mother. I really need to find that and post it as well. It’s amazing for a 3 year old having done it. It’s nice to know that, although she tried to bully me out of going into an art field later in life, she at one point encouraged my artistic ability and believed in me. I spent most of the afternoon in my uncle’s parents’ pool with my mom and little cousin. I much prefer swimming down there to my pool at my building. It’s much more laid back, the pool isn’t lined with overly tanned gay men in speedos and judgemental anorexic bitches, and it’s much, much deeper than the sad 5ft my building’s pool is. It was thundering, but sunny when we got in. And all of a sudden there was a sun shower, it was pretty amazing. We all started laughing and enjoying the rain like children. I really wish that I could relive that, it was a lovely moment. Towards the end of our swim, my aunt and littlest cousin joined us for a bit, before heading back to play some wii. I left my cousins playing wii and headed to the town I went to highschool in to meet up with a friend. We had the “greatest hits collection” tour of the city. We had dinner at el Potro (the mexican restaurant in town), and omg for a tiny town in south Georgia, the food is amazing. I am so in love with their salsa. We actually caught the sno cone shack open as well! SnoBiz hadn’t opened at all last year, so I was surprised to find it open this year. I got a MaiTai with cream and my friend got an Island Breeze, which turned her tongue first green, and later blue. It brought back so many memories of being a kid and stopping by SnoBiz on the way back from the public pool, still in my bathing suit and dripping wet, with the smell of cut grass and ot asphalt in the air. After sno cones, there was nothing left to do but go to Walmart. We lapped Walmart twice, didn’t see anyone we knew (which is rare, but thank god), and decided to leave. It’s always curious to me how small towns get this “Walmart culture” where everyone goes to it for entertainment. There are always kids in there playing and people in there to purely socialize. I’m so glad that my Saturday nights don’t revolve around who I bump into at Walmart anymore. Having exhausted all of our other options, I drug her to the park I always go to and we swang in the dark. Swings are a very pivotal object in my life, and I am drawn to them. After dropping her back off at home and chatting a bit, I headed home. ![]() There, my cousins decided to stay over until 2am (they’re 13 and 4, and don’t look at me like that, I’m not their mom) playing Super Mario Bros. Do you have any idea how funny it is to watch a modern child try to play an old 8-bit game? It is epic fail! The youngest one isn’t so bad at it, but the older one is terrible, which is great because he’s so cocky about being awesome at video games. Being the loving cousin that I am, I mock him mercilessly. Sunday was much the same as Saturday, with Mario and pool, but bookended with my packing smart car to the brim and driving back to Atlanta. I got back and immediately had to do a load of dishes, ugh. Welcome back to you, too, loft. crossposted from fuzzdecay.com. |
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