November 10–13, 2001 — Not remembering to cut away from my fingers

I’m convinced that the universe is testing me. And, unlike most animals who will learn in tests that certain food pellets are electrified and should therefore be avoided, I don’t think I’m learning my lesson. Given the chance, I’ll probably keep making the same mistakes until I’ve been electrocuted. So to speak.

What a horrible analogy.

Anyway. On Saturday, Nathan came over to play Scrabble. Johnston and I each won once. Nathan is still winless. It was too late for him to go home on the subway by the time we were finished, and Andrew wasn’t home, so Nathan stayed the night in Andrew’s bed.

Matt dropped by on Sunday afternoon with some printouts for m@b pins and with a copy the most recent issue. (I think he’s the only one who writes out my name as “the antigreg.” I kind of like it; it sounds a bit more ominous. A bit like “the antichrist,” I guess.) He noticed a typo in the spelling of the Web site URL on the buttons just as he arrived, so it was sort of a wasted trip for him. But I got a copy of the new issue out of it, so I’ve no complaints...

I spent most of my Sunday afternoon working on the new antigreg message board. For those of you who remember the ten days or so that it took for me to get the last one running, you’ll remember that journals were a few and far between until I was finished because I was going a touch insane for the entirety of the ten days.

I don’t think it will be as bad as that this time. But consider yourself warned. I’m hoping to be finished before Dave visits this weekend, though.

I’ve also been talking to Holli (of evilstar fame) a fair bit lately. She emailed me last week and we’ve been talking on and off since. A very nice girl. She picked up a Death Cab For Cutie t-shirt for me when they played in Dallas, and she’s trying to help me in my ongoing quest to figure out which font Joy Division used on Closer and on the “Love Will Tear Us Apart” 12". (You’re encouraged to email me if you’ve any ideas. I’ve been trying to figure it out for months now.) My webcam has actually been part of her webcam portal for awhile now, but I’d never talked to her all that much before.

It’s fun talking to someone who gets stranger emails from her Web site than I do from mine.

A package from my parents arrived for me today with Hallowe’en candy and the last two Harry Potter books in it. My landlord glared at me and mumbled something under her breath in what sounded like Polish when she gave the package to me. I didn’t really know how to respond.

So between eating candy, reading Harry Potter, and finishing this godforsaken message board, you probably won’t hear much from me over the next few days. Consider yourself warned.

I do have to leave the house on Wednesday, though — Cuff The Duke is playing a show downtown and we have to figure out what the hell we’re going to do about their album art. Brad took the finished art to the printing place and the owner freaked out when he saw the barcode and refused to print it because “they don’t have that kind of technology.” I really don’t know what he was going on about. It’s black on white. Barcodes aren’t anything special (as far as I know) so long as you’re able to make vaguely accurate film from the digital files. Unless I’m missing something here...

So yes. That’s about it. I’ll try to keep you updated over the course of the week, but I really want to get the message board out of the way. And it’ll be hard enough as I try to deal with the excitement of knowing that Dave’s visit is only a few days away.

I’ll get caught up soon, though.