Just downloading a trial of Fireworks makes me want to create all kinds of web pages just so I can put shiny interactive graphics in them. Why should I let a complete ignorance of the workings of Javascript stop me? Man, I'm pathetic.
Anyway, when I'm not making lovely image maps with rollovers at work, I've been doing my usual summer vacation thing- read, exercise, sleep, and on occassion, watch a rerun of Veronica Mars. There's a good chance I'll be seeing As You Like It at Shakespeare in the Park, and I'm already planning my list of shows to see at this year's Fringe Festival.
The Yankees still suck, and will continue to suck. Barring some kind of mind-blowing trade that'll get them a real center fielder and pitching that doesn't stink, that is. Really, it says something when my highest hope is that they'll stop playing Tony "Worst Hitter in the League" Womack, doesn't it?
So, evil printer, you thought you could defeat me? Well, thanks to the power of Google and the Microsoft Knowledge Base, I am victorious! No longer can you spitefully block me from using any printer at all just because I uninstalled you. My print spooler service no longer depends on you, sucker. Bwahaha!
The lesson, as always, folks: Never, ever install a Lexmark printer on your computer. Ever. Unless changing registry settings and using the command prompt is your idea of a fun way to spend an afternoon.
Okay, I realize I didn't exactly post for...well, a month. I started a bunch of entries, never finished them, and kept telling myself I'd write again once I did. Anyway, that excuse only works for so long, so here's the roundup of what I've done between leaving school and my last entry:
Shows watched:
Perseus
The Apple Tree
Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
Dirty Rotten Scoundrels
The Pillowman
Spamalot
The Light in the Piazza
Doubt
Books read:
V for Vendetta, by Alan Moore
America (The Book): A Citizen's Guide to Democracy Inaction, by Jon Stewart et al.
Humboldt's Gift, by Saul Bellow
A Small Town in Germany, by John le Carre
Everything is Illuminated, by Jonathan Safran Foer
In the Beginning and Davita's Harp, both by Chaim Potok
The Big Four, by Agatha Christie
The Golem: As Told By Elie Wiesel, by Elie Wiesel
Mrs. Dalloway, by Virginia Woolf
I'm currently in the middle of reading Zadie Smith's White Teeth. I've gotten my hands on a copy of the original London recording of A Little Night Music, which has such glorious sound quality that listening to it is akin to discovering that score all over again. Thanks to winter_baby, I've watched all of Firefly and Veronica Mars, and I'm starting in on Wonderfalls. I've been working in web design, listening to every Yankees game I can despite the team's overwhelming mediocrity, and generally trying to squeeze everything I can out of this summer.
And today? I donated blood, so I'm a bit light-headed. But at least I have an excuse to be sedentary for the rest of the day, other than my general laziness. In conclusion: the Yankees really do suck, the Tonys are mediocre, Veronica Mars (along with Scrubs) is the best show you're not watching, Saul Bellow's appeal escapes me, and Jennifer Holliday performing "And I Am Telling You" is about as close as you can come to a religious experience in musical theater.
Just got back from a midnight showing of Batman Begins.
Question: Is it possible to be a comics geek without actually reading a comic?