right on bro!

Okay, so the USB-UIRT arrived and after about 30 minutes of screwing around with it, I got it working. I’m taping Chapelle’s Show right now. This whole PC-based PVR thing is certainly not as slick as something like Tivo, but it’s working. I’m starting to see the whole “PVR will change your life” thing. For example, I could record a crapload of TV, copy it all to my laptop, bring the laptop to Vegas, and sit around all weekend in the hotel room watching TV. But, I won’t.

Went to a Korean buffet for lunch today, it was swell. Sushi and barbecue for less than twenty bucks.

Two more days to go.

I didn’t do much this weekend. Started feeling a bit under the weather on Wednesday, and by Saturday, it developed into a full-blown cold. I’m feeling much better now, though - was worried that it would affect this weekend’s trip to Vegas, but things should be fine.

So, I finally gave up on trying to pirate the unencoded analog cable signals on my PVR. Went to Radio Shack and bought fifty’ bucks worth of signal filters and boosters, tried different connections nine ways to Sunday, and none of it would clean up the bad horizontal lines on Channel 2. So I ordered a USB-UIRT device and I’m just gonna record off of the digital cable box. I should be able to record every cable channel now, but I can only watch whatever channel I happen to be recording at the time.

Gonna be a short work week, thank God. I’m swamped with work, and I really need a short vacation.

Okay, so I installed MTBlacklist and now all of the comment spam is gone. Hope it stays gone.

Band practice was cancelled again for the second week in a row. I’ve had a grand total of two practices with this band, and one recording session for the demo, which is at least starting to sound good. Oh well.

Surprisingly good restaurant: Zeke’s Smokehouse in West Hollywood. It’s located in that giant new shopping center on the southwest corner of Santa Monica and La Brea, right next to the Formosa Cafe. It’s sterile in that suburban chain restaurant kinda way, and kinda noisy inside, but the BBQ is pretty good - way, way better than the Pig (a.k.a. The Most Suck-Ass BBQ in Los Angeles), better than Dr. Hogly Wogly’s, about on par with Wood Ranch. About $20 a plate. Plus you can go to Target afterwards, I guess.

Now playing: Hot Shots Golf Fore! on the Playstation 2. Highly recommended for just chilling out. I have been staying away from Doom 3, because quite frankly, it scares the hell out of me. When I come home from work, I need to chill out, not have my heartrate and adrenaline skyrocket.

My blog is getting comment-spammed. I don’t know how to stop it. Weak.

Google IPO’ed today. Came out at $85 and ended up at $100. Somewhere, somebody is celebrating, popping open champagne and doing coke off of the tits of a hot chick. But not me. Not me.

I have to work with this consultant at work. She scares the hell out of me. One minute she’s all smiley, the next minute she gets totally angry. I’m afraid she’s going to stab me with a pen. I asked to be removed from the project.

I missed Krueger’s thing at the Red Lion tonight, sorry guys…

Band rehearsal was cancelled today, so I have the day off. This is the first day in over a month where I don’t really have anything to do. It feels kind of jeetery.

Joey and Igy came over earlier to pick up the edits to our new demo. I had one beer when they were over here and I’ve felt sleepy ever since. I’ve had like three cups of coffee since then, and I still feel sleepy.

I tried playing Doom 3 again but that shit is too scary.

So apparently T-Mobile changed the format of their picture messages, and that’s what’s breaking my camera phone weblog. I have a nasty note into T-Mobile and a nice note into the developer of the camera phone publishing utility. Hopefully it will get resolved soon.

Think I’ll go to the grocery store, buy some cold cuts, come back home, and sleep for the rest of the day…

What a fucking rough day, part 3. I’ve managed to go most of the week without refilling my Zippo lighter. That is surprising.

I am really looking forward to the new Paul Westerberg album. I heard a couple of tracks and they sound fantastic.

What a fucking rough day, part 2. At least somebody found my Zippo lighter and gave it back to me. Bust.

What a fucking rough day. On top of that, I lost my sentimental-value brass Zippo lighter. Weak.