May 24th, 2005

eLouai

TiVo 30 Second Skip

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mood: amazed
* 30-second skip. It’s not a documented trick, but it’s nonetheless a juicy and delicious one. Press the following buttons on the remote while a show is playing back: Select, Play, Select, 3, 0, Select. Now your Advance button is a 30-second skip button. Press the same sequence again to turn off this feature. (You have to re-do this after a power failure.) It’s a much quicker, more precise way to skip ads.

http://www.nytimes.com/2005/01/27/technology/circuits/27POGUE-EMAIL.html

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eLouai

Having Is Not As Satisfying...

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mood: pensive
"Having is not as satisfying a thing as wanting."
     — Spock, Amok Time.

It's so true. I'm happy when I post neat things that I want in my journal, explain why I want them, what they mean to me. I'm happy when I edit my wishlists, adding, deleting and shuffling things around.

But I get depressed when I look at the stuff in the house that I haven't touched in years. Crap that will have to be dealt with when we move. Either sold at 1/10th or less of the price we bought it for or packed up and taken with us.

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eLouai

So Highschool

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mood: cynical
The whole LiveJournal paradigm forces you to look at your online existence in a certain way. You start to count "karma" in a way that you never have before.

People adding your journal is a good thing and people removing you is a bad thing. And because it's laid out in the open, everyone can see how popular you are.

The more comments you get, the better. And even in that small, insignificant way, it does matter. People get various shades of upset about their deep thoughts going uncommented while inane crap gets pages and pages of comments.

People also mentally evaluate the quality of the comments they receive too. "Me too"s, "LOL"s, etc. are scored much lower than paragraphs upon paragraphs of text.

Give us any communication/interaction tool and we'll turn it into highschool again.

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eLouai

I'm a Terrible Wife

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mood: resigned
Other wives, when their husbands are out of underwear, will maybe start a load of laundry or something nice and wifey like that.

What do _I_ do?

I hand him a tea towel and a large safety pin.

And laugh at him. Uproariously.

Then laugh even harder at the look on his face when I tell him that his other choice is to wear an old pair inside out.

I make a terrible wife.

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eLouai

Human Behaviour

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mood: smart
Everything you need to know about human behavior is: people always act to increase what's pleasurable and decrease what's not.

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eLouai

Phallic/Yonic

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mood: weird
"Phallic" is to "penis" as "yonic" is to "vagina".

And, unlike "phallic", which comes from the Greek "phallos", "yonic" is a derivative of "yoni" which comes from the Sanskrit.

Yes. I demand that you all know that and be able to pronounce it.

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eLouai

Rules for Sitting in My Car

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mood: *rawr*
Rules for sitting in my car.

  • No food.
  • No drinks.
  • No farting.
  • No drooling.
  • No barfing.
  • Cover your mouth and nose to sneeze.
  • Do not touch the window with your fingers or elbows or face or any other body part.

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eLouai

T6-T7 Vertebrae

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mood: better now
*sigh* I turned 30 and my back turned 80. I did something to my T6-T7 vertebrae.

I've had mild mid-back soreness since July or August of 2004. I thought it was the mattress, but it might not be. Nothing that two scary-ass sessions at the Chiropractor's couldn't fix, so it's fine. I don't remember any one particular event that might have destroyed my back though. But I wouldn't put it past me to injure myself and not know it.

I can find bruises mysteriously appearing on my body and not remember how I got them... only to press on the bruise and then remember that my knee had inadvertently gotten into a chicken-fight with a banister on my way to the kitchen.

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eLouai

Shop For Me?

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mood: drained
Would anyone like to shop for me? I mean clothing shopping.

I've come to accept that I'm very oniophobic. For clothing, mostly.

In that way, Costco is the best. If I could, I'd pick up stuff without even stopping the cart, but I have to park and dig around for a Small or X-Small. Their Smalls used to fit me well, but have been getting bigger and bigger lately, so I always see if there are X-Smalls around.

Finding a bargain is better than paying full price, but I'm so exhausted and drained that I end up wishing I _did_ just fucking pay full price, grabbed what I needed and left. And even when I'm willing to pay full price, it can take me years to find what I need.

So, I want to find someone to shop for me. Someone who loves to shop, of course.

I want to find someone about my size and shape so they can try things on for me.

I want someone who knows what styles and colours I would look good in. I want someone who knows that I prefer things a little more 斯文和秀氣, less trendy, more timeless styles, mix'n'match-able, but I'm open to new ideas and suggestions á là Stacy & Clint.

Bonus if it's someone who regularly flies back and forth between Taiwan or Hong Kong and Vancouver anyway, who could shop on either side of the water. I don't have to have name-brand stuff, I can wear street vendor stuff as long as it's a decent quality, of sane colour and pattern. Stuff from Taiwan or one of those Chinese malls in Richmond is generally less expensive and, more importantly, FITS ME.

I could throw $100 at them every once in a while with a request like "okay, get me some pants" and they'd magically show up at my doorstep a reasonable amount of time later with 3-4 pairs of assorted cute, casual pants and jeans. $200? $500? whatever it takes...

Then the next time, I could say "shirts", "shoes" or "surprise me". And they'd go off and get me whatever I need.

I'd compensate for gas and time on local trips... and whatever else that's reasonable that I hadn't thought of.

*sigh* Si j'avais des millions... Tire tire tire tire tire tire boum...

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eLouai

Software Review: Autoblogger

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mood: *mwahahaha*
AI-YA!! Oh man, I'm so sorry about the Friends List spam everyone's been getting from me. =P =P

See, I was feeling bad that I was sputtering in this journal and that I never have anything to say anymore. So, when I saw this new software package called Autoblogger (it automatically blogs for you... isn't that CLEVER?), I decided to give it a try.

I guess I had the Activity Setting cranked up just a leeeeeeeeeettle too high -_- I thought I had it set to average 1.25 posts per day... NOT 125!!! Bleh.

But other than that, looking at the stuff it posted, I think it does quite well. Don't you think? Does it sound like the inane crap that I would write? Could you tell the difference?

Try it out: Autoblogger =D