Dos Equis, anyone?
June 20th, 2004 by Sarin
Can’t really talk long because there’s people sleeping in the next room. So I’m just passing off bullets to y’all.
Earlier this week, I moved this blog to another server. Basically I set up Apache, PHP in almost no time (because their software is just simple) and gave Microsoft the boot. I am able to do more with PHP, and Apache just loads faster.
I also came to the conclusion, that no matter what ISP I am at, they always will at some point or another, block port 80. Hence the weird urls and such. This will probably continue and since I want this blog to more popular, I am going to have to start looking getting paid web hosting in order to get static urls. There are also plenty of other good reasons for this.
- Getting a paid and dedicated server means I can free up some computer resources and once someone else’s very fast web server, it will probably load faster and not be under some jurisdictions such as University policy, or Cox hi speed policies.
- For good publicity, I wanted a new name. Having a website on your name on it…well sorta dull unless you’re a celebrity making money. A new ncame would help make the blog a completely seperate entity from myself instead of being called Sarin’s Page.
- I don’t know enough security if my site ever became too popular. If I lost everything because I hosted my site myself, I wouldn’t know what to do. Pay a host to keep your site secure from hackers? Better idea.
So with a name change, I have been pondering what new names to get. Alot of the funny oxymorons have been taken and I really really wanted to grab niceboots.com but that was taken as well. All the good Radiohead songs were as usual taken, except for MyIronLung.com and KillerCars.net. I sat around thinking if KillerCars.net would sink in and so far it has and it sounds more of a legitimate name for a blog. Plus it rolls off your tongue like alliteration or something.
I extended my stay at Crimzon Rose Accessories till the end of the month. I get paid 9 bucks an hour, which is quite good concerning the amount of intelligence I actually get to use. In monetary terms, it comes out to be a little more money per week than DEM because I work a full work week. So I am just as better off as I was last summer in terms with money. Now I gotta start taking that spare time back into the gym I guess.
On Tuesday, just because it was such a nice day out. I decided to go for a bike ride. Now I am afraid of bikes. I haven’t touched mine since high school and my main fear is once when I died my hair red, my mother disowned me and wouldn’t drive me anywhere, not even to work. So, I have hated bikes ever since. There has been this purple bike on my porch, I don’t know who it belongs to, but I took it for a spin. And then I spun and spun. I didn’t want to stop riding, but I got very very far. I followed the coast, with the water always to my left. So I followed bike path route signs intelligently spread throughout the area. When the last one said END, I decided to go up the street where I heard and saw traffic. I ended up in Gov. Francis shopping center. I was damn near very far away from wherever I thought I was. Considering I haven’t biked in years, it was pretty good. Although I did have a sore bum for the next few days, it was quite a good warming sensation.
Ron called me on Wednesday and he had free movie passes to go see The Terminal. We didn’t end up going because it was sold out, but they let us into The Stepford Wives for free. It was slightly funny, but I thought I was too young for the jokes to catch in. Although they did leave a very good insult on Connecticut towards the end.
And Thursday was the beginning of WBRU’s Summer Concert Series 2004. They opened the series with New Found Glory. I remember going to a lot of these a while back, and they were very fun back then, but in recent years, they never seem to keep them coming back fast enough. I got paid earlier that day, so it turned into a long night of drinking, mixing drinks in the middle of the mall and walking by cops with our buzz.
On Friday, I lazed out and was only looking forward to a movie. When the time came to grab some money outta the ATM, I had realized I had lost my card. No need to worry, Lauren once again, paid for everything.
Theatre Cashier: That will be $18.50
Lauren: Sarin, you’re an expensive date.
Me: Pay the man, bitch.
And so this time I got to see The Terminal. Quite a good relief from other movies, even thought the current lineup of movies is not too bad (HP, Shrek). After the movie I headed to hang out at Jon Schmeddy’s and shoot the shit with the usual Cranston gang.
I got to sleep in late on Saturday. It felt really good, considering half the time the sun was up in my room. When I woke up, I took care of this horrible itch, and I bought one article of clothing. It’s not like I am am addict or anything, but I was tired of wearing the same nice clothes over and over again. Plus, if you’ve had 40 or more pics of you wearing the same shirt, you really don’t want to wear it again.
My mom invited me to go to a wedding with her. I agreed under the condition that I would leave whenever I wanted to. My mom found my old dress shirt which I still fit in, ha, and I was dressed sharp in no time. Simple very black and white, those two colors will always look good on me. Anyways, I really only came for the food, but the food didn’t come fast enough and I was trying to find new ways to keep occupied. I drank a lot of Heinikens before anything happened and my parents didn’t seem to notice. One of the caterers pushed around two cases of Hennesy, and I was struck in awe. Each bottle costs $40, yet Cambodians love this drink. There was one for every table. My parents consulted me into how much I should pour into a glass, as if I didn’t already know (FYI, Hennesy is a cognac that goes really well with Sprite). I cut myself off cuz I was ready to bounce, but other adults kept trying to fill my glass. Speaking of filling glasses, my mom, yeah, was so spoiling me that I should have told her to stop. She was basically clearing and filling my plate up with food, that it may have looked embarrassing considering I was old enough to drink beer.
Anyways, once I had my share of fried rice, I peaced. Took off my suit, slipped into casuals (which feel so good after a day of sitting upright) and just headed out. I expected a night of Cranston debauchery, but it was relatively calm. Dos Equis anyone?
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