Matt Farrell

Haven't HAD it yet, but... I DEFINITELY already hate physical therapy.

Did I really say I needed something new to procrastinate with? Hell, think I just found it.

1. I don't care that this is "feminist" art, fuck you. Slippery Slope by Louise Fishman.

2. Because I have to go to what seems like it'd be the other end of the spectrum, let's go pre-Raphaelite with Millais' Ophelia. Because the artist was such a perfectionist douche, he made his model actually lie like that in a bath of freezing water, so he could get the skin tone right. She had to go to the doctor later.

3. Had a really cool print of this work by Salvador Dali in my old apartment. Metamorphosis of Narcissus

4. I'm pretty gay for Sandro Botticelli. I think his style is really interesting -- almost cartoony in its realism. This piece is one of my favorites, but it's hard to pinpoint: Madonna of the Magnificat.

5. And in the same realm, Leonardo da Vinci's only tondo painting, which shows Mary as something of a buff badass, the Holy Family. (Yeah, I couldn't find the official title, get off me.)

1. A new monitor. Getting irritated with the low resolution of my oldest one, so I'm thinking about picking up this Hanns-G piece. It's very decently priced, and it'd be the second biggest one I have, so that'd be nice. Huge upgrade.

2. A boyfriend? Bahahah, sure.

3. A good substitute for Red Bull. I think I'm getting used to it, which is shit.

4. A new fan. That's right, not even for the computer. I'm sure I can find one on craig's list, but I keep on forgetting.

5. Some new procrastination tool, aka game. L4D is a good fallback, but people are idiots. Fallout is fun, but maybe I should play something non-post-apocalyptic.

The fourth is coming up.

Dammit.

Sometimes I wish I lived pre-computer.

Too many flavors of Mountain Dew.

Saving the world means less sleep.

Clearly laziness is better.

So... Zydrate is dead people juice?

1. Mountain dew. I am a bad gamer, but it's true. I'm sick of the taste and how much it's pushed at my demographic. It's ridiculous. All the new flavors? yeah, whatever. Incredibly annoying.

2. Anime. Okay, I never watched it anyway, but the culture that surrounds it is so ... juvenile and ridiculous. Animu, the lot of it.

3. My chair. I need a new one. It's a rolly chair and one of the wheels is slightly askew so it never really goes in the direction I think it will, which is very irritating.

4. Shoulder pain. I should probably buy a chair that's all ergonomically correct because maybe that will help. but since I hunch, anyway, what good will that do?

5. Sleepless nights. I've been playing around with the idea of being productive during the day and actually sleeping through the night, like "normal" people do. But since most of my friends and contacts are awake in the wee hours of the night, it just makes good business to keep at this. But sometimes it's embarrassing to admit to people who I don't know very well that I still keep the college-like schedule.

6. Polo shirts. I had to dress up for a few things recently and all I have that are slightly nice are polo shirts. I should buy some actually button up shirts, because polo shirts are just ... snooty.

7. My ring tone. I should get a new one.

8. The McClanes.

9. My hair. God, so much of this shit is really easily fixable. How lazy am I? I just need to get a haircut.

True/false:

Model M keyboard = best

1.  Pocket protectors.  Okay, so they weren't really a trend or whatever, but I kind of like them because they really are useful.

2.  Pocket watches.  Maybe I have something with pockets?  

3.  Disco.  No, that's a lie.

4.  Angelfire/Geocities.  For reals.  I think it was kind of neat how ten years ago or so everyone but everyone had their own stupid flashing website complete with autobiography and brightly colored background.  Now everyone just has a myspace or facebook, but making your own website, as shitty as it may be, is much cooler.

5.  World fairs.  I would have liked to go to one.

6.  Mood rings.  When I was little I really thought they were magic.

7.  Furbys.  That's what they were called, right?  It was insane how much people got into the whole fake AI thing for a few years.  Tamagotchis, Furbys.  

If anyone needs to get a hold of me, either just throw me a comment on one of these entries or whatever, or IM me at mf4rr3ll.  I'm kind of on the computer twenty hours out of the day, so I should be pretty easily reachable.

Although I can't really think of any scenarios that would include someone desperately needing to contact me.

Your result for The Personality Defect Test...

Spiteful Loner

You are 100% Rational, 14% Extroverted, 71% Brutal, and 43% Arrogant.

Hahah. Again. Depressing but probably true.

Your result for The Golden Compass Daemon Test...

Shy Secretive Soul

Not really the most flattering, but... true, I guess. :/

I just... do not get creationism.

Don't give a fuck re: Valentine's.

Seriously.

Both these thoughts came from nowhere TOO particular. First is because today is the anniversary of Darwin's birth. Second is just because Valentines shit is everywhere. And even when I *was* in a relationship on Feb 14th? Seemed really stupid to me. So yeah.

Matt really hadn't meant for John to ever know about it.

It was Lucy’s fault. But, really, when wasn’t it?

After they pieced together what had happened, Lucy had laughed and apologized and sworn up and down she didn’t mean for her phone to dial her dad in the middle of the night, in the middle of one of the nights they spent together drinking and talking. And, later, when it all fell apart, her apologies grew more solemn, but she stuck to the same story, which meant Matt had to believe her. She hadn’t meant for it to happen, but it did. So it was her fault, in a way.

( It all goes downhill from there. )
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