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Sometimes you gotta go back to your roots.
Today we’re gonna listen to some Metallica, some Megadeth, maybe a little Pantera. Just finished up an all Faith No More request hour.

Oh, Les Claypool is gonna be at the Granada July 9th. That guy rocks.

I beat the fuck out of myself when I am rocking out. At home, at shows, in the car, at work… when the music hits me just right I start hitting, punching, squeezing and generally hurting things. And by things I mean me. After every show I’ve usually got bruises on my chest and arms, cause those take the most abuse.

I’m an idiot. Let’s get that out of the way.

Now, the point of this post: These days when I do all the above listed things I feel muscle, or bone instead of fat. That’s so sweet. I mention this because I was just kicking it to some Rammstein – Sehnsucht and I made a few new lumps on my right pec and noticed it was kind of… hard. All these pushups I am doing every night before bed must be paying off at least a little.

210.0 lbs this morning. Hasn’t moved in a while, but it’s staying the same, which is great. I can maintain this. Now I just need to polish those last 10 off so I can get my tattoo before Tony just drugs me and drags me down to Irezumi against my will.

I read a lot and I re-read a lot. Most of my books that I like (and there are a few hundred) I’ve probably read at least 3-4 times. Some of them wayyyy more than that. Anyway, I saw a cool idea on this blog today while eating lunch. She writes her name and date in the front of the book each time she reads it. I wish I had been doing that since I started reading but it’s never too late to start some things.

Apple is switching to Intel next year.
Heh!
But I thought PowerPC chips were better in every way! And speed doesn’t matter, it’s the architecture of the chip!
Bahaha!

Doctor says I can stop taking blood pressure medicine. Woot! There just might be something to all this self improvement bullshit.

Now, who wants shots?

I discovered that my little photoblog script was grabbing a fairly low quality thumbnail of the actual image that I sent so I fixed up the script to grab the “Original” quality image. It’s still terrible, but at least it’s as good as it can be. The script is a bit more complicated now since Sprint makes me jump through several hundred thousand hoops to get at the pictures, along with the fact that the servlet (I assume) that actually serves up the pictures is braindead but it (the script, remember?) seems to work just fine.

For the heck of it, here’s the script that gets called from procmail to find, download and archive the images.

I know I am a terrible Bash scripter and you could have done it in one line of Perl for $250,000 less and in 14 seconds but you didn’t.

#!/bin/bash
TMPDIR=/home/jason/tmp/picmail
DESTDIR=/usr/local/orion/applications/vonnieda/web/images/dc/PhotoBlog
DESTEXTRAFILE=/usr/local/orion/applications/vonnieda/web/images/webcam.jpg
rm -rf $TMPDIR
mkdir -p $TMPDIR
URL=grep “^http.\*MMS$”
IMAGEURL=wget -P $TMPDIR -O – $URL | grep “/mi/” | sed -e “s/.\*(http.\*.jpeg).\*/1/”
wget -P $TMPDIR — $URL $IMAGEURL
IMAGEFILE=ls $TMPDIR/\*.jpeg\* | head -1
cp -f $IMAGEFILE $DESTDIR/date +%s.jpg
cp -f $IMAGEFILE $DESTEXTRAFILE

Well, since no one would go to Texas with me and I was bored on Saturday morning I went and bought a 2004 Mazda RX-8 with all the trimmings. It’s so hot that the word hot is really just an introduction to getting started with describing it.

I’m tired as hell so I’ll write more about it later. Suffice to say I’ve gone through 2 tanks of gas and about 450 miles since 3pm Saturday afternoon.

For the time being there are some pics here and more to come.

Oh man, I love it.

One DJ says to the other, “Do you want to go to a movie tonight?” and the other one says, “I don’t know, who’s the projectionist?”

Ha!

Also, I still want to go to Texas tonight. We should leave by 6 at the latest. Comon, let’s go.

Start: Merriam, Kansas, United States
End: Galveston, Texas, United States
Total Distance: 832.0 Miles
Estimated Total Time: 12 hours, 30 minutes

Will no one go to the beach with me?

I need sun and salt water. Bryan says I can get them both in Texas 12 hours from here. I don’t have to be back to work till Tuesday. Who’s in? Seriously.