I’ve been trying to be a better user of Quicksilver for quite some time now… Back in January, I downloaded a PDF of a User Guide which I had found, probably via some post on 43 Folders. I opened it up every once in awhile, reading little chunks of it here and there over the year, and have also used it as a reference. I had kinda forgotten about it, but today, I was watching the Google Tech Talk on Quicksilver and remembered the manual, and figured I’d pick it back up where I left off.. Unfortunately, Preview.app decided to forget what page I was on when I last left off, and took me back to the first page. On it I see the name of Howard Melman… After some verification, I am shocked to learn that this valuable resource was written by someone who I’ve broken bread with on several occasions.. I wonder if Howard had already started coming to the film club by the time I had started reading this Manual, or if I have a bit of an excuse for my obliviousness…
I’ve felt out of sorts all week, and I’m not sure why… I ended up driving to work most of this week, so perhaps that has something to do with it. I slipped and fell on the way to work on Monday, thanksto some piece of shit who couldn’t be bothered to clear their sidewalk… After I got to work, I hooked up my iPod to the computer and it wasn’t seeing the connection. I thought it got damaged in the fall, but after banging it on the desk a few times and blowing out the dock connector, it finally seemed to work.
Corinna and I continue trying to button up the remainder of the pre-sale house tasks… Last weekend we moved even more stuff into the storage locker.. We have a few final things to put in there, and I will hopefully get them together this weekend and be able to check that box. Last night I took
to Home Depot so she could pick out paint for the bedroom and get some other supplies. I am no fun to shop with, so we have an agreement where I am the chauffeur and then I sit in the car doing whatever.. Last night I spent the time catching up on old issues of Skeptical Inquirer. I have a stack of about 6 issues that I never even opened, and I’d rather not move them if I don’t have to…
Today I walked in… It’s so beautiful outside, it was really invigorating!
…when the number of times you run into people you know begins to skyrocket. The past few weeks, Corinna and I have either separately or together run into people we know either through work or the film club… This past weekend we were at Six Flags New England, which is 80-ish miles away from Boston, and we ran into two film club members who were there on a date. The odds of that are pretty crazy, especially given how packed the park was. I normally reserve trips to amusement parks for mildly overcast or even rainy days, but the season was winding down and we had to use the discount tickets Corinna got from Harvard, so we pulled the trigger and went on a Saturday. The park was so packed. The shortest wait was for the Scrambler, but pretty much everything else was a 45-60 minute wait or more. It’s really an unpleasant experience waiting on line that long. One of the best parts of the trip, though, was waiting on line for Superman for 60 minutes, getting in the first car due to the kindness of strangers (who wanted to ride with their friends), and after our ride, the ride broke and we were stuck waiting for maintenance to get out of the coaster.. They blamed it on the temperature change, and had it going in about 15 minutes, but I was so glad that it waited to act up until AFTER our ride. If not for those strangers, we would have been waiting to go and probably nervous about flying off into the river or something
Rewinding a little, last Friday a bunch of us got together down at Fanueil Hall for
Sunday was delicious brunch at
The Boston Metro, a free Monday-Friday paper, gave a plug to the Sunday Night Film Club last friday. They even used a dorky picture of me that I link to in the newsletter to help people find me. It’s nice to have my picture in a section of the paper that isn’t the police blotter.
Why are people so god-damned stupid? Someone decided they wanted to unsubscribe from the film club weekly newsletter mailing list. This list is opt-in, so this person managed to subscribe themselves, but apparently clicking the unsubscribe link at the bottom of EVERY LIST MESSAGE was too complicated and they just sent a message to the list (which bounced). Don’t worry, you lazy bastard, I just volunteer my time running this club, but I’ll do your work for you.