Can I get a hell yea for the new year. Off to Stack’s to watch the game, then to Lauri’s, dCh, and then down to Villa Grove for the night with a little luck.
Have fun tonight, and don’t get yourselves killed.
background noise: garden state soundtrack
I got a cease-and-desist letter from the MPAA. Fuck. They got pissy about a West Wing episode I snatched in mid-November. I’m not sure exactly what they’re going to do (they contacted my ISP and my ISP said stop or we’ll cut off your cable service). Interestingly enough, this is the one thing they have the worst case about. You’re allowed to tape TV shows and I think you’re allowed to share these tapes with your friends, and that’s all this is. It wasn’t a DVD rip or anything, just a recording of a broadcast.
So now I have to think about ways to avoid this in the future. I don’t know how to mask my IP address in BitTorrent torrents, but I’m going to have to learn. I just worry that doing so will basically largely defeat the technology, since it would mean that remote connections would be basically impossible. Unless I set up forwarding somehow and filtered everything through an external IP address, but I don’t think that’s practical. Gotta read up on this. Anyone know anything about it, incidentally?
I am restless. The past few days I’ve been sitting around the house all day long, got nowhere to go, just sit here and get furious with myself for not being more productive. I’m trying to write a play, but although I have good ideas the writing comes out like shit. The Agora System was coming well until I shafted the layout, and I can’t figure out how to fix it. It’s a problem, actually. Sigh, but such is life. I need to calm down or I’m going to wind up hurting myself in a nervous fit. I don’t know what’s going on. But school is coming soon, and then I won’t have to think about it anymore because I won’t have time. I went over some of my lines from The Crucible today. To my delight, I remembered most of them. Thrilling. It’s actually quite nice, because I was dreading re-memorizing all of that crap.
“This is a strange time, Mister. No man may longer doubt that the powers of darkness are gathered in monstrous attack upon this village…”
Ominous. The play is so fucking brilliant. And poignant, too.
All right. Off to take one more crack at saving my layout and then going to sleep, because I’ve got to get up tomorrow morning.
out.
background noise: modest mouse
The barbwire on top of the fence around the Kraft plant is oriented to keep people in, not out. A cynical commentary on modern manufacturing enterprises if there ever was one.
Winter break is so close I can smell it. Sigh, two weeks to lock myself in a room with my computer by day and play games by night. This is the way life should be, only warmer. Always about the risk. For now, a basketball game, because my homework for the next two weeks is FINISHED.
Without Student Productions my life has no meaning. I have no creative outlet. So I’m trying to write more. Maybe something will come of it. My problem is that during the week I never feel like I have enough time to get involved in one of my larger projects (say, the Agora System) because if I get into them I go for hours and hours and hours and homework and sleep just don’t allow that.
I’m trying to read the Narnia series, since I never got around to it in the earlier part of my childhood. Makes a better read than The Scarlet Letter, at any rate. It’s not that I don’t appreciate Hawthorne’s imagery and plot; they’re both admmirable. But he takes so fucking long to say anything. It ruins it. I can only stand the book for a few pages at a time, and they force us to read it in such big chunks that that isn’t feasible. The eloquence of a succinct, emotive phrase is too often overlooked in literature. Then again, I tend to ramble, so who am I to be complaining?
Ready we were. Student Productions went marvelously. I love this so much. I have had such fun directing, and writing. Opening night was a lesson in well-tempered panic, but it went so well. I couldn’t be more proud of my cast and, quite frankly, myself, because it went well. The audience was silent during the scene changes. We actually hooked them. It’s almost sad it’s over, but I need a break. Too bad school isn’t giving me one. Next weekend will do it. Until then, not thinking too much.