not a good start

Ok that’s scary. I did a google search on acksee and it returned over 10 pages linking to my diaryland. So if someone I know finds out I use the nickname acksee and does a search, they would be directed here, which is probably not a good thing. I’m sure there is something in here that would offend somebody. Oh well, too freakin bad.

So I’ve totally been geeking out what with all the stereo tinkering and PS2 playing and now I’m buying all these electronic parts to see if I’m geek enough to build a little headphone amplifier. My ultimate goal is to figure out what all those fancy schematic diagrams mean and what all the little wire doo-dads are for and build myself a kick-ass amplifier for my stereo. No way I’m paying a grand for an amplifier. I like the music but I don’t like it that much.

The madre has gone into early retirement and she is driving me crazy. With nothing to do all day she is now obsessed with cleaning out the house, which means anything of mine, that is not literally bolted down or too heavy for her to move, is fair game for the garbage. Every day when I wake up for nightshift at the fish tank the madre is cleaning. She is constantly dragging stuff out that I haven’t seen in years, asking me if I still want it. Then I get the NAG because I want to keep everything: my scrapbooks from grade school, my old broken walkmans and headphones, class notes from high school, my university timetable and tuition receipts, EVERYTHING. She’s the one that has accumulated enough furniture to furnish TWO houses. I dread the day the madre finds some long forgotten, hidden stash of my porn mags.

I love the Internet. Not only can you find information on just about anything, but you can also buy just about anything. Everyone and his brother is selling stuff on the Internet and it can all be yours. All you need is a credit card number. Those magical 16 numbers can buy you hard to find CDs, obscure electronic doo-dads, and stuff you would be too embarrassed to buy in person. The anticipation of waiting for your package to come in the mail, will it look the same as shown on the website, dang it’s almost like Christmas. I only cry when I see my credit card bill.

Yeah so yesterday was the first day of the Chinese New Year and I have a feeling I didn’t start of the year right. I didn’t do the requisite pre-New Year duties like cleaning house or getting a hair cut or buying new clothes. I managed to gouge off some flesh from my right index finger knuckle on a vice so I was bleeding on Chinese New Year’s Eve, dunno if that is a bad omen either. All these non-Asian people coming up to me saying “Happy New Year” in that cautious tone like maybe or maybe not they’re offending me. I’ve been tired and cranky and haven’t been warm in months. Not a good start.