I'll be the first to tell you, installing Red Hat Linux 7.0 for 'fun' because you have DSL and a CDRW is really not 'fun,' yeah. Uh, yeah. I'd probably be happier if I knew that, with some level of ease, I could get my SBLive to work, and then be able to transfer mp3s from my FAT32 partition over here... but before I can do that I need my SBLive to work, and it appears that it dont without some strugling and, you know, quite frankly, I like windows a lot more. Atleast characters on screen appear when I type them and not a second later. Fucking window managers.

@ 5:34:15 AM By Brad R

Me running, bitching about, Linux. Anyone have an ISO of BeOS 5?

@ 2:28:31 PM By Brad R

A snipet from The Perks of Being a Wallflower:

This boy who likes my sister is always respectful to my parents. My mom likes him very much because of this. My dad thinks he's soft. I think that's why my sister does what she does to him.

This one night, she was saying very mean things about how he didn't stand up to the class bully when he was fifteen or something like that. To tell you the truth, I was just watching the movie he had rented, so I wasn't paying very close attention to their fight. They fight all the time, so I figured that the movie was at least something different, which it wasn't because it was a sequel.

Anyway, after she leaned into him for about four movie scenes, which I guess is about ten minutes or so, he started crying. Crying very hard. Then, I turned around, and my sister pointed at me.

"You see. Even Charlie stood up to his bully. You see."

And this guy got really red-faced. And he looked at me. Then, he looked at her. And he wound up and hit her hard across the face. I mean hard. I just froze because I couldn't believe he did it. It was not like him at all to hit anybody. He was the boy that made mix tapes with themes and hand-colored covers until he hit my sister and stopped crying.

The weird part is that my sister didn't do anything. She just looked at him very quietly. It was so weird. My sister goes crazy if you eat the wrong kind of tuna, but here was this guy hitting her, and she didn't say anything. She just got soft and nice. And she asked me to leave, which I did. After the boy had left, she said that they were "going out" and not to tell mom or dad what happened.

I guess he stood up to his bully. And I guess that makes sense.

(The most touching thing I have ever read in any book, because it relates to a certain experience in my life like never before).

@ 4:40:20 PM By Brad R

Hitchcock's directing style is akin to Asimov's writing style in the Foundation trilogy. Scientific, sterile, entirely controled, but with occasional glimpses of something much more breathtaking.

@ 6:22:25 PM By Brad R

I am dying to see The Pledge.

@ 10:46:24 PM By Brad R

Ahahaha Ronald Reagan broke his hip!

@ 11:01:34 PM By Brad R

"It's it, what is it? It's it, what is it?" - Faith No More, Epic.

@ 11:41:57 PM By Brad R

Thursday, January 11, 2001

Oops, my bad.

@ 2:04:09 PM By Brad R

It may seem as if you are on the edge of a cliff with your legs dangling over the side. Your hands are frantically searching for handholds as your feet struggle to support you on the tiny ledge below. You may be swearing to yourself that when you get out of this predicament, you'll never come this way again. The fact is that this is all part of the cycle. These challenges are necessary in order to make yourself stronger and appreciative of the easy stretches in the road. Grit your teeth and push on ahead.

@ 2:06:46 PM By Brad R

I woke up this morning with the strange urge to make bad phone calls. Well, ok, not nessicelery bad to me, but bad to other people. (Parklife!) Heh, heh. Who doesn't love Blur? I downloaded 13 on a whim, and I immediately fell in love with it. And, because of that, you'd think I wouldn't like Parklife, but oddly enough I do, because of my love of The Jam, which they are very similar to. Yeah, Parklife!

The urge to make bad phonecalls is fueled but some unknown tiny little nervous gland in my brain firing off strange little nervous urges, you know? So instead of 'moo'ing my head off, like I've been doing for the past two years, (Suck my dick, Ben Brown,) I decided to sit down in this chair, and think about what I should do. I really should make a phone call, or three. No, just one.

Bad news, but it's like, you know?

@ 2:28:25 PM By Brad R

Oh, speak of the devil. Go see Cast Away.

@ 11:52:05 PM By Brad R

Wednesday, January 10, 2001

ElectricBiscuit - Camera, done.

@ 9:24:35 PM By Brad R

ElectricBiscuit - Camera, done. Completely designed.

@ 9:47:06 PM By Brad R

Monday, January 08, 2001

Happy Birthday, David Bowie. He's 54.

@ 2:28:26 PM By Brad R

Shitloads of new photos.

@ 10:10:04 PM By Brad R