Weight Loss Goals

Posted by Andrew
March 30th, 2013

I’ve lost about 37 pounds since roughly March of 2012.   If you believe that the BMI charts are set in stone, then I have another 36 pounds to go before I’m in the healthy range.  However, I have about 7 pounds to go before I can shake the “obese” label.

 

I want to lose weight.

According to the BMI chart and mathematics, I should weigh no more than 161 pounds.  As much as I hope to some day actually hit 160 again, my long term goal is to stay at or below 170 pounds.  If I can enjoy life in the 150-160 range then that would also be very awesome.  170 is my ceiling.

The thing is, I’ve started making goals: Read the rest of this entry »

Feeling Forgotten in the “Women’s Rights” Climate

Posted by Andrew
March 8th, 2013

Today is International Women’s Day. Although (apparently) in a drastic minority, there are no doubt a lot of other guys who might be feeling a little forgotten today.
 
It does come back pretty hard, right?
 
The incredulous peers: “SHE beat YOU up?”
 
The misguided law enforcers. “We can’t do anything about her attacking you.” Or, perhaps, the stronger stance. “YOU would have to go to jail for that.”
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I’m Still Not Cutting My Hair

Posted by Andrew
February 20th, 2013

I’m keeping my long locks.
 
I’m sitting on my hair right now. An old friend asked if I would consider donating to Locks of Love. A new friend challenged me to cut it in order to make something new. I admire both of them and am glad they brought up the question, even while I make the decision to keep this part of myself.
 
Let’s start with how it got this long.
 
I had a horrible colic in elementary school. The choices apparent to me were either to crop my hair very close (possibly prophetic of the balding tech industry I would join as an adult) or let it all grow out. So, I began the sixth grade with a near buzz-cut.
 
Really. It happened.
 
I was also curious to try the other approach, and let the buzz cut grow out. By summer vacation I had a nice mop on top of my head that could cover my eyes and was totally getting good in the back. I put a spinning gyroscope in it and learned how easily it tangles. I forgot to comb it for days at a time and learned what kind of extra care goes into growing hair out.
 
I had a lot of dreams. A lot. I was twelve or thirteen years old and dreaming that my hair touched my waist. Every time I began to look inward at the perfect, idealized Andrew, it was there with me. Hanging there. Reacting to and with me.
 
Stylists would cut my hair back to my shoulders. I would dream every night for a week that it grew back by some miracle and woke up crying. Yes, I went through every stage of grief when my hair was taken from me. It would be worse today.
 
That’s what this all comes down to: My idealized image of myself has had this hair for twenty four years. Even if other parts of the vision went to hell, I did this one right. I don’t want it to define who I am. The person I am pulling back into the open is defined with that feature – among many others. This is a wonderful, uncomfortable, exciting, dream-come-true point in my life. The full vision is slowly being brought into existence. In short, it’s just not a good time to give up on any of it. In the long run, I had already made plans to be buried with it.
 
This is really a time for celebrating. I need to see the entire “person inside of me” come out, long mane and all.
 
I’m maturing inside and shrinking on the outside into that idealized vision. For the foreseeable future, I plan to chase after the whole package.
 
 
Additional Thoughts:
 
I admire the hell out of anyone who donates to Locks for Love. My father has grown his hair to donate to them. I have seen acquaintances lose their hair to win the more important battle.
 
Several people have begged me not to cut my hair. They lost their own hair, either by choice or by severely overzealous application of scissors at a hair stylist. Each one has lamented that life will not be long enough to grow all of that hair back, least of all at its original youthful color.   

Nightly Update: On The Wheel, A Haunted House

Posted by Andrew
May 23rd, 2012

I’m in one of those moods when I want to keep harassing Facebook with updates.  Instead, I’ll consolidate into this one post.

I’m writing for the Dark Arcanum Podcast again.  I wanted a haunted house.  This seems like a good start:

Haunted House image

 

It may need to be toyed with a little.  I don’t want it to appear completely cartoon-like.

Twenty two more minutes on the exercise bike with the bloody headphones.  My ankles seem to be taking it better.

The office is quiet for the next couple of weeks, so I’m catching up on the Robert Jordan audiobooks.  Wow.  I think at one point, a three and a half hour stretch of audiobook actually covered two hours of events in the story.  But, this is why I’m taking advantage of the fact that someone else read it for me.

My formal night ended by giving a tarot reading.

Nightly Update: Exercise, Bullies, Homophobia and The Devil

Posted by Andrew
May 22nd, 2012

I found my utility headphones.  This is a pair of five dollar white, rubbery Philips brand headphones that sounds like at least fifteen dollars and has survived everything thrown at it.  Everything.  I don’t necessarily mean to endorse Philips, but someone did a wonderful job when they designed this set of headphones.

I found mine mangled beneath some fake blood the kids knocked over.

Bloody headphones

Then I loaded up Diamonds & Daggerz by My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult and got on the stationary bike.  The headphones still sound great. Read the rest of this entry »

Internet Nerd Rage

Posted by Andrew
April 2nd, 2012

Quick!  How many of you remember signing onto Quantum Link?

What’s that?  Alright, then.  I do remember it.  See, I’ve been in these digital, online, cyber-networked parts for a while.

Lately I have been seeing nerd rage as a near fashion statement.  Stop it.  Here is some advice from a veteran:

You need thick skin.

The next time you hear about the next comic book turned movie, just imagine that your skin is as thick and impervious as Wolverine’s skeleton.

Let’s put this another way.  You don’t truly belong on the Internet until you have reached a state where flame wars, lolcats and German “candy bar” pictures are equally as boring.  This is good advice for everyone who is of legal age and plans to spend any time in this digital space.  Self-proclaimed nerds should be especially mindful of this ethic.  After all, the Internet is natural habitat of the shut-in.  You can’t even fake being a nerd if you can’t fake belonging on the Internet.

You’re Probably Not As Nerdy As You Think.

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My Fall from Kotaku, Why Gawker Can Eat Their Own Dog Food

Posted by Andrew
March 12th, 2012

I won an early Kotaku photoshop contest. (Imagine what the 3DS will look like. Mine said: “Acheivement unlocked: Splitting Headache.” and used graphics from the Virtual Boy). I gained a star. This was – in those days – a system of vague moderation. Someone with a star could post and be seen without another commenter approving the comment.

Kotaku got hacked. I couldn’t change my password in time due to system overload, and lost my star.  I’ll take some of the punishment for this, but it wouldn’t be a problem if the entire Gawker conglomerate had not been hacked.

Over time, the system at Kotaku changed. It became much easier to see starred, approved, and unapproved messages together. In my experience, a person had to choose between only the most popular conversation or an ugly view of all conversations.  Wading through the unmoderated trash was the only way to see the moderated posts.  Those were not always the nicest reads, either.

The stories also wandered further away from the core topic of video games. Pictures of cosplayers were a favorite target, but a lot of guilt-based articles were also appearing.  Gender issues began bubbling up very frequently.

My breaking point was when a guest blogger, Dr. Nerdlove, was upset. He took his girlfriend to a comic store, where ONE of the locals gawked at her and made her uncomfortable. His conclusion, and the thesis of his story, was that men are too privileged.

His proof was the actions of the one man who made Nerdlove’s girlfriend feel uncomfortable. His proof ignored the others in the store who he admitted told the hapless local not to treat women like that. He followed this proof up with male privilege by explaining that a character in Arkham Asylum wears a skimpy outfit.

A video game character was wearing a skimpy outfit.  That was proof that half of the human population is over-privileged and should loathe themselves.

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DubStep: The Modern Answer to 80s Hair Metal

Posted by Andrew
December 15th, 2011

Are you angry yet?

I’m not annoyed by any individual dubstep song.  Even that such a word exists hardly bothers me.  The premise of a singular sound that an artist pigeonholes himself into does irritate me to no end, but that runs in every genre from the very real Flanders Recorder Quartet on up to Dimmu Borgir.

I’m also amused.   Read the rest of this entry »

A Tip of My Hat to Black Bert

Posted by Andrew
December 14th, 2011

Black Bert, an Austin Texas Magician is launching a new site, and I wanted to help him get the word out. I have seen him perform magic for large audiences from the stage and up close from across a small table.

The guy is great at what he does.

If anyone in Austin is looking to hire a local magician or even just see a video of one in action then please check out Black Bert’s site.

Durbin, McDonald’s, Wal-Mart, and Profiteers of Hate

Posted by Andrew
November 5th, 2011

From Rueters:  (source)

“I don’t think we gained anything from Durbin,” said Robert Donovan, U.S. assistant treasurer for McDonald’s, at the ATM, Debit and Prepaid Forum.”

There are a lot more details in the article, which I urge you to read from its proper source.

So, the banks are legally not allowed to set their own prices on debit card transactions.  Instead, two businesses – possibly more – have been counting on Durbin (D) to boost their own profit margins at another business’s expenses.  Our leaders in Washington agreed, presumably stating it was for everyone’s good.

Is it?  The businesses want the service at the price they named regardless of what it costs the bank to process.  Out of curiosity, which of you is able to set their own price at McDonald’s or Wal-Mart?

Worse – is it really in our own interest to cheer our leaders for demonizing and injuring some giant businesses for the benefit of other giant businesses?  You know the guy is just going to stand on his record of being “anti-corporate” after pulling this slimy con game.

And what of the banks?

  • Hated by the population they provide services to for daring to charge for those services.
  • Demonized and hobbled by the government.
  • Openly abused by the businesses their services support.

I’m sure that will work great right now, but what happens in six months?  No one thinks this can end well.  The problem is that no one is thinking beyond their own hate and fashionable anti-corporate sentiment.   The banks aren’t saints, but I’m having a harder time finding any moral party in this event.