shackmeet AHOY!

so last night i had a shackmeet at my apartment. all-in-all, we went through a whole lot of liquor, played guitar hero, ddr, and played with our ds's... and... i had a excellent time.

here are my pictures (with captions). i'll post more as others put up their images:


love goes out to g0nk.

so i have a piece of shit phone. seriously. i got my phone back in boston when i was smitten with a boy that i shouldn't have been. he got this slider kyocera phone in blue and i was like "OMG I WILL TOTALLY GET THAT PHONE IN SILVER AND THEY CAN GET FRIENDS". i was 21 at the time. i have no fucking idea why i was acting like i was 12.

anyway. the phone blows ass. the boy went away, but the phone remained. (remember this lesson, women. it is a very important one for your lives.) after 3 batteries and 2 chargers, i decided, it's just a piece of shit. ration my calls to like, 1/2 an hour a day, and the battery will get through. fine.

but when, last week, it turned off 4 times of it's own accord in a day... the war was on. that shit don't stand.

so ebay seemed sketchy, it was too expensive to buy a new phone through a store without signing up for a plan, so i turned to the beloved shack and asked for advice, and said, "if you have a phone you'd like to offer up, i'm pathetic. please do!"

g0nk came through.

basically, he said that good had been done to him on the shack, and he was paying it forward. he priority mailed me the phone, and yesterday, i went to verizon and set it up. it's a motorola v710, and if you compare it to the kyocera slider, you'll realize, i was salivating. this thing is hot. 1. it has a camera, and a video camera (albeit not great quality but whatever), it has blue tooth, and, the charge holds and it doesn't turn off whenever it gets bored.

i'm in love with g0nk.

g0nk, g0nk, g0nk, how i love thee. let me count the ways. awesome phone: 1 million.

anyway, here are my pictures of the old, the new, and the hot miso phone love:

http://www.dahanese.com/phonio/old_and_busted.jpg <<< stupid kyocera of doom

http://www.dahanese.com/phonio/new_hawtness.jpg <<< g0nk is a saint

http://www.dahanese.com/phonio/willing_model.jpg <<< miso hates his life

everybody say wii-wii-wiiwiiwii-WII!

woo. that was fun.

nintendo announced that the wii was going to be no more than 250$. 250$?! and shackers are speculating the 250$ pricepoint will be for a "premium rig" if they release 2.

should be dropping either turkey or santa day this year, and you can bet your little pink BOOTY i'm going to be getting me one of these shits. mario kart and smash brothers HERE I FUCKING COOOOOME!

3.56 pm, update on the hotness. look at this shit. HOTHOTHOT!


thanks, jason.

compliments of bergman's shackpost, this is too funny to not post:


if you don't get it, i'm sure someone will explain in comments.

mother's day.

hey yall.

in case you don't know, i'm down at my mother's till probably sunday night. i'm accessible, but of course, not really using tha internets.

i got the world's bestest present today, FO SHO, which i will unveil tomorrow when i have a digital camera.

shackers, you will appreciate. because a picture is worth a thousand fucking words.

roger doger, over and out.

adventuring with loboca.

so yesterday, loboca and i decided to go find us some furniture.

i got myself a chai, since i was dying of tired and nightmares, and then we went to 23rd and 6th-ish, to "straight from the crate". there, i found like 3 tables that would work for me. one little round thing with drop leaves, one pretty big dark table that opened HUGE, and a gateleg table that had folding chairs with it that stored inside it. also huge.

we also went to a futon place, where loboca considered the merits of faux-leather, and how, in nyc humidity, he would stick to it. we also talked about having a girlfriend is better than a dog, and where to get a microsuede couch.

afterwards, we came back to my apartment, where he reinvisioned my living room. i must actually flip where the couch and the tv are, and make myself a wall of bookshelves. all in all, he's a lot smarter than me.

today, i realized there was a "straight from the crate" 1 block from our work, so i brought eric there and we pretty much decided on purchasing the gateleg table, in a natural wood color.

i applaud loboca for being a superior interior decorator. now, he must pick out new overhead light, a paint color for my living room, and find me this tv/bookshelf set up that he has so amazingly put together.

ready? ready? GO.

brain age.

really, joey, this post is for you.

you must, i repeat, must go out and buy a nintendo ds. 1. it has wifi. 2. i'm sure i can get you hooked on some ridiculous games. 3. brain age.

brain age, oh brain age.

brain age is a new game for the ds that tests, well, your brain age. it has a bunch of tests about counting and colors and math and memorization that is just MADDENING. seriously, it's like middle school all over again, and my worst nightmare. i found myself on the subway today trying to memorize the multiplication tables. i was like "7 times 9... 63. yes. 7 times 8... uhm... 56. shit, FASTER, elizabeth, FASTER."

and i just used a calculator to check those, because i didn't want to post wrong fucking numbers. that's just embarrassing.

seriously. i never was good at this shit. in fact, i've never memorized my multiplcation tables since that scarring experience in third grade where i tried to jump out of the car. (another day, grasshopper. you don't want to go there.) but the shack posted a leader board of brain ages. and although it's doubtful i'll hit 20 (someone already has), i want to be damned near the top.

i'm to 28 right now. and it took a lot of cursing and swearing. i can't say the word "blue" right, for example. and because the ds can't pick up how i pronounce "blue", it's hurting my brain age. and i want to kill the fucking thing.

i think if it weren't for the competition on the shack, i wouldn't have bought this game. i know i wouldn't have. 20$ is better spent on tetris, which i still need, food, or clothing. but i NEED to have a good brain age.

also, it has sudoku. which, if you've talked to me, i swear is the fucking game of the devil. never before have i tried it, because it just seethes with everything i hate.

i've already completed three puzzles.

god, i hate myself.


6-pact shack.

dude. i just added a new cat to this blog. working out huzzah!

so yesterday eric and i joined a gym, nysc, the passport membership that lets us go to any gym we want. i was sad, because the gym was supposed to have a pool, but it was like... 10 feet long and as the guy said "for therapy". it would just be embarrassing to do laps in the therapy pool. i don't even know how that would work. probably poorly.

so i signed up for a 2 year committment because i know, barring moving, i'll be here for 2 years (isn't that a really redundant sentence?) i didn't have to pay an initiation fee, so it was good. eric signed up, too, but he was a bit miffed by the 2 year thing. he might cancel. i mean, he seems to only want to lift, and 86% a month is a lot of money. i bet we could purchase him a bench and stash it somewhere in the back of the bedroom if he'd rather that. if he's not using all the cardio and stuff like i want, why not?

and so, i'm unofficially joining the shack 6-pact, which was basically to get in shape before quakecon (though we still don't know when or where that's going to be). i'm probably not attending quakecon, and i'm not actually posting the pictures of my progression on the shack, as they do, but i will be photographing and holding myself to their standards. i'm starting late, but that's just due to lack of money beforehand. who knows. maybe i'll put the pictures here. doubtful. eric seems to have a thing about me posting pictures of my body in a sports bra on the internet. WONDER WHY?!


friends. (?)

so friday, i rode down to soho and met up with david, the guy i used to work with at DS. i'm really glad that after about 2 months, we're still friends. we had lunch, i came back. and maybe it's the nice weather, whatever, standing in the sun waiting to cross the street, i thought, "jesus. if friends could be made into something physical, i would be holding a misshapen circle of glass, hand-blown and cool, and that would represent my friends."

i realize, upon typing that, i sound like a fruitcake. but that's how i describe it. beyond joey, i think i can actually add david to that column. which means he is officially The First Friend I Made In New York.

for the rest, mosey on over to here: http://orbit.vect.org/?nycshack3 (thanks mike!)
my shackmeet saturday night. god bless sarah's soul for coming with me, although she didn't stay the whole time. god bless eric's soul, for coming with me. we played guitar hero, ds, some ddr till a neighbor told us to stop. we drank, ate pizza, talked. i left a bit after 1. and i think, by god, these people... they might be my friends, too.

i don't know how to quantify and qualify a "real friend", as i always seem to choose the wrong ones or somehow wreck that thread. i don't know if it matters if they consider you a "friend". i really don't think so. i don't know if it's one-on-one interaction, or face-to-face interaction, or if it really matters at ALL whether anyone agrees on your friend categories other than yourself. i'm of the latter opinion. since the age of the internets, i've counted my friends as friends, regardless of their form. can't say they've always been great choices, but whatever. live and learn.

so to nyc shackers, and david? i suppose i tip my hat. apparently, i categorize you as a gooberish-feeling glass globe.

which is a compliment.

rebuilding the beast.

So yesterday, Dad swung by my apartment around 1.45 and picked me, my old computer, and my new computer parts up. I had an Antec P180 case, an NEC DVD burner, and a new 80 gig hard drive to install.

We made our way to his office in Hackensack New Jersey and spread out to disassemble my old computer, which had been sitting open (due to overheating) in a cat-hair infested apartment for about 4 months. You can imagine the pure black gunk we found in the fans and heat sinks.

And it appears the county that Dad lives in�?� Closes everything food related on Sundays. Which is sad. Really sad. We could have used some compressed air. Alas, we sacrificed his office toothbrush to the cause and carefully dusted as much of that shit off as we could.

Pieces spread out on table tops, we tackled the P180. Which was a fine piece of machinery. Compartments, heating, the fucker can hold 6 hard drives easily. It was kind of sad�?� Since my equipment is 3 years old. I have an Athlon XP 1500, which is 1.33 ghz�?� a gig of ram (that�??s good), and a gigabyte 9550 radeon (that�??s pathetic). But for someone who plays WoW and the Sims as her staple games (and not even those right now, just the maximum I specced the 9550 to), it�??s really not a huge deal.

I�??ve got it all installed now, and itunes and shit works now, which is great, since my old interation of a computer didn�??t have a lot of useable programs since the data hard drive went down over the summer and kind of ruined the system. All the USB ports available don�??t work, but I think the mobo doesn�??t support them all�?� and it�??s kind of in the �??do I care?�?? category. I do wish the USB 2s worked in the slot that I didn�??t have to open the door to access�?� but since eric mainly uses USB 2�?� it�??s him that has to open the door. Not me.

And, of course, there was my GENIUS MOMENT of my computer putting togetherage. We took my old HD and were putting it in an enclosure to get the data off, since it had an OS on it and we didn�??t want to just shove it in the machine and confuse the boot drives. And all day I had been NEUROTIC about static�?� and then, as I shuffle across the carpet and lean down, I shock my hard drive. Like, hard enough to make my arm tingle. As I screamed and was cursing in agony, and my father was laughing at me, my data hard drive, still holding the remnants of my life, begins to click.

Yeah, it stopped, I got my shit off it, and right now it�??s in an anti-static bag if I ever need it again. But I mean, come on. Who in fuck�??s name does that? I�??m a fucking moron.

And that was my Sunday.