Author: Mark Alexander

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Starting the New Year Fresh

I did it.

I not only deactivated my Facebook account, but I also requested permanent deletion since apparently you can’t actually delete your own account. Fuck you, Facebook.

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.

I’ve been moving in this direction for some time, deactivating my account periodically for over a year for longer and longer periods. Most recently, it was several weeks. I logged back in a few days ago out of curiosity and discovered it was just as full of stupid as it was when I left.

After one of my friends (who feels the need to comment on everything) left yet another innane comment about something I’d posted on my wall, I said that was enough. It was to kill the account completely.

 

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No.

I’m not doing a year in review. I just want it—and especially the last month—to be over and done with.

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Recommended

To be filed under One of Those Things I Never Thought I’d Want or Need Until I Had One:

I bought one of these for Ben for Christmas, and liked the sound so much I went out yesterday and bought one for myself. Until now I’d been (quietly—open cubes, don’cha know) listening to streaming audio at work through my Air’s speakers to try and drown out some of the inane chatter that comes from the pre-cert nurses on the other side of the cube walls. The sound from the Air was okay and did what it needed to, but once I heard this little beast I knew what I’d been missing.  I don’t know what manner of black magic is being invoked to achieve it, but even at the low volumes I’m forced to listen to at work, this speaker puts out a good amount of bass that makes music sound so much better.

“Professional” reviews can be found here and here.

$70 at your local Targhey…

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Am I Weird?

People have been raving about it, so I went to see The Hobbit yesterday. It wasn’t something that Ben had any desire to see, so I knew it was a film I’d have to go to on my own. Since he was in Phoenix, I took the opportunity and walked down to the train station and jumped on light rail for a ride to the theater.

I never read The Hobbit (Yeah, yeah, I know. How can a teenager of the 70s have not read The Hobbit?), but I loved The Lord of the Rings as well as the Harry Potter films without ever having read their source material either, so I expected to once again be greatly entertained by this journey to Middle Earth.

Sadly, I was not amused. I can’t honestly say I gave a flying fuck about any of the characters, and it seemed to be little more than one pointless CGI creature battle after another. After the mountains finished fighting, I quietly gathered up my belongings and left.

Maybe I missed something in that last half that would’ve awed me and changed my opinion. But the theater was freezing (I had my heavy coat on), I had an hour’s trip home and still needed to get my turkey breast in the oven; all of which seemed more interesting than what I’d seen on the screen thus far.

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Merry Fucking Christmas

Well, tomorrow will mark the second of two Christmases that Ben and I have not spent together, and neither of us is happy about it.

Next year, we’re not going anywhere. If someone wants to be with us during the holidays, they will have to come to Denver.

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