Ah... Home.

I fucking hate Russel Brand for this. Not fair.

My broken rib and self imposed house arrest to aid in the healing ideally yielding less missed days at work have placed me smack dab in front of the computer. As a responsible adult, my drinking has only occured when accompanied by prescription pain killers. That's right: Responsifuckingbility. Pass it on.

I've pirated the fuck out of software lately. I've got a mission control set up here. Haphazard proxy servers, virtual machines, a fat fucking Intel processor. I just sit here and do shit. Download, modify, watch, listen, learn. I'm pretty sure this technology discovery was what killed my last good relationship and will kill any future relationships. [starts to cry, downloads porn, feels better].

I've lost the drowsiness that Vicodin brings. Now it's just the stupidness. That's fine. I haven't needed to be smart lately anyways.

Lieberman proposed a bill that gave the Executive Branch (Obama) full control to kill the internet. Yeah, that story even deserved to  be posted. Think about it. How much of the economy is fueled by the internet. I'll give you an idea: um... a fucking shit ton! Maybe on the last day of his presidency, before he goes to retire in the non-US territory from which he resides, he'll pull the switch on the interweb. Honestly, I'm pretty sure the Department of Defense owns most of the internet infrastructure and could be shut off by the government anyways. Not sure. I'm going off of what I learned 10 years ago in college. You know, the 13-19th grade.

I'm going to pass out. Hug a loved one tonight. Unless you're in bed with someone else's spouse/significant other. Then hug someone else's loved one. If you can't be with the one you love, you better believe someone else will take your place. Sleep soundly kids.

gooch out.

Hola, me llamo es Gooch.

My mobility [asterisk] following my Wednesday evening soccer mishap which resulted in a broken rib has given away to the post injury muscle aches and some sort of weird depression. It's as if there's an accupuncture point in my lung that fuels depression. I've resigned to the fact that I won't play soccer this session, marking the first time in three years that has happened. That's a bummer.

As I've just recently adopted Windows 7 at home and almost immediately had a working virtual environment on that system so that I could learn Mac OSX and Linux. Going from using Windows to Mac is like going from speaking Spanish to Mexican (or vice versa. whatever). There's only so many ways for a graphical user interface to allow a human to use a computer. Seeing the ways in which Apple and Windows have borrowed from each other over the years is interesting.

I've fumbled my way through Linux, which I find a great way to resurrect older computers on their way to be recycled. There's many more applications for Linux, the venerable and long standing open source operating system, but I haven't thought to delve into that yet. I know a lot of people use Linux as their sole operating system environment and, well, good for them.

On other geeky fronts, I've been watching episodes of Battlestar Galactica 1980 on Netflix. It's an Earth-set spinoff of the original Battlestar Galactica. Some of the most bizarre casting and horrible acting, yet I'm drawn to seeing a real Centurian cylon lumbering through an earthling Halloween party in an effort to extort radio air control from real life disc jockey Wolfman Jack to send a signal to the Cylon Imperious Leader. Yes, that's a two part episode.

 I have no idea.

Vicodin kicking in. Nap time.

oug