Fri Nov 6

Tender words on my last day of work

  • Jimmy:
    before you go
  • Jimmy:
    you should know
  • Jimmy:
    my morning wood has been FURIOUS lately
  • Me:
    ...
  • Jimmy:
    i have to stand like, a meter away from the toilet in the morning
Thu Nov 5

Do NOT use Lunarpages for web hosting.

Nerd moment: These fuckers are fuckers. A while ago, my site was hacked. They got my FTP password somehow, and basically messed with my site, rearranging the pages and folder hierarchies, and basically trashing the site. When I called Lunarpages and asked for a backup, they told me I probably had an unsafe script (their FACES are unsafe scripts!) and that a backup would cost $80 bucks, but I had better hurry, ‘cos they only have backups for so long! This was immediately after my friend, using asmallorange.com , had a backup of his site restored for free because he accidentally overwrote a file.

So, yesterday I was messing around with a php back end, and it called for running a program from the command line, which I tried with shell_exec, to no avail. I said, “eh, eff it.” and left it alone for a little. Today, someone messages me that my weather site is down. Apparently Lunarpages has suspended my site; not only my actual website, but FTP access AND ACCESS TO MY BILLING INFORMATION. They gave me no warning, email, or phone call. IF YOU DIDN’T WANT ME RUNNING SHELL COMMANDS YOU SHOULD BE RUNNING SAFE MODE OR SOME SHIT YOU FUCKS LET ME LOG IN AND DOWNLOAD MY VARIOUS WEB PROJECTS AND PICTURES FROM THE SITE SO I CAN LEAVE YOU MOTHERFUCKERS FOREVER

DON’T BE LIKE ME. BACKUP YOUR BITCHES, BITCHES.

Sat Oct 31
Very cute, Tumblr. Now go to your room.

Very cute, Tumblr. Now go to your room.

If I ever have a Halloween party

I will not let anyone in whose costume name is preceded by “Sexy”.

Thu Oct 29
The guy I’m dating just started a tumblr. Here we are being super romantic.

The guy I’m dating just started a tumblr. Here we are being super romantic.

Wed Oct 28

annie:

The living room and kitchen!

WHAT THE FUCK ANNIE, IS THAT A FIREPLACE? HARDWOOD AND BRICK? ON THE UPPER EAST SIDE? WHY DON’T I HAVE THAT? FUCK YOU, ANNIE

Tue Oct 27
Sun Oct 25

My dream last night

Last night I dreamt that I was a space explorer. I had my own ship, and I soared toward the  outreaches of space. I was fairly successful. At this particular moment in my life as a space explorer, I stopped at a free floating hospital, a massive and sullen structure, drifting amidst the stars. I was there to see my mother. I spent a while looking for her, darting through substations and floors, talking to receptionists. Being lost in large buildings is a common theme in my dreams. Eventually, I found her. She was well, but still bed ridden, and I sat beside her. She was surprised that I had come to visit her, that I had gone through all the effort to find her in the labryinthian hospital. I asked her, how could I not? In the dream, I began to cry, recounting to her how she had cared for me through my many week long hospital trips as an asthmatic youth, my delicate early years. I told her that I would explore the farthest stars to pay for her stay at the hospital, and that I would always come back.

When I woke up, I remembered how long it had been since I spoke to my mother. I wondered what the most unrealistic part of the dream was.

Thu Oct 22
My new employers (As of Nov. 6th).

My new employers (As of Nov. 6th).

Wed Oct 21
LOOK, GAY STUFF!

LOOK, GAY STUFF!

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