Thursday, December 30, 2010


Il dit « La souris est en dessous le table, le chat est en sur la chaise, et le singe est en sur la branche. » Ce sont les mots premiers il a apprendu en français.

J'ai apprendu les mots comme « Bonjour. Je m'appele John! Comment allez-vous? » Je ne comprends pas quoi.

Il y a deux jours jusque Jour de l'An. Il sera l'an deux milles onze. J'espere que deux milles onze soit un bon an.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010


Touch Typing

I once had lessons for touch typing. It was a very long time ago, when I was in High School. Before that point, I'd not had to type very often, so I wasn't a very good typist. I do recall, however, that I was exposed to Mavis Beacon Touch Typing in elementary or middle school. But that never really left an impression.

The main goal of learning how to touch type is to improve typing speed and accuracy. The speed part isn't terribly difficult, but the accuracy part is. It is especially difficult for me, as I tend to be too much of a perfectionist. I worry about making too many mistakes and correcting the mistakes I make. The whole experience quickly becomes tedious.

I can't imagine trying to learn DVORAK layout.

//Yes this is foreshadowing

Saturday, December 04, 2010


Il neige! Je suis heureux!

I’ve been waiting for snow for quite some time, in fact.


Friday, September 24, 2010

J’ai mal

I appear to be coming down with something. I’ve got a sore throat, headache, I’m tired and achy, but not congested. I don’t have a fever or the chills so I don’t think it’s the flu. But if it is, it’s coming on very, very slowly.


Sunday, September 19, 2010

Je suis le nerd

This is going to be a nerdy one.

Firefox 4: Mozilla made a big deal about how Firefox would start using the computer’s GPU to help render web pages. Well, pages do render faster, especially high-end pages. However, the downside is that the font rendering is crap.

This is with the D2D turned on:

FF4 wD2D

This is without D2D turned on:

FF4 woD2D

(and yes, you’d need a closer look to tell the difference).

What sucks is that the whole program is affected.  It’s not just the pages that have horrible looking fonts; the actual program itself looks like crap, too.

I suppose I’ll just leave that turned off until it’s fixed.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

C’est ça!


This is a picture of a small pool. You can’t see it very well, but there are turtles swimming in that pool. This was taken at McConnell Springs Park in Lexington, KY. I watched the turtles for almost ten minutes; they seemed very happy swimming in circles. I guess it’s difficult to determine the emotional state of a turtle, but I’ll assume they were happy.

Sunday, August 22, 2010


I was slightly bored this evening, so I decided to clean up my Documents folder. I got rid of a lot of stuff that was junk and I cleaned up the rest. Then I uploaded it to the cloud, so to speak. I'm still trying to decide whether I like Office Live or Google Docs. Office Live seems to be better and handling the documents, it seems.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Où est le nez?

I know where my nose is. However, my neck is hurting. I’m going to make sure I do sit-ups differently in the future.

This month is dragging on a bit longer than I would prefer. I’m looking forward to the 28th and the Fark party in Cincinnati, but I fear I may not be able to get there. We shall see.

J’espère que il fait soleil le matin. Je voudrais aller à pied en le soleil.

Saturday, August 07, 2010

Tout le monde dorment

And yet I am awake. Vacation is almost over, for this I am sad. Otherwise, I am not.

I’ll write something more useful later.

Wednesday, August 04, 2010

Quelque temps…

My vacation is halfway over. I don’t know what else to say. It’s not been that great, but I’m glad it hasn’t been worse. Still, the time off work is quite nice. I’m enjoying that.

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Le chat est en sur la chaise



Quand je vois mon chat, j’aime dire « Tu es un chat! » avec mes bras en l’air.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Qu'est-ce qui se passe?

The horror... the horror....

Friday, July 23, 2010

Il y a un secret pour tout le monde

secret cropped

Le chat est sur la chaise

My cat is worrying me. I'm thinking he might need a bath. It has been a long time since he's had one. I know you're not supposed to wash a cat very often, but it's been over six month so I think it'll be safe. He doesn't like baths, though. I might need some armor.

The Sun is Shining
Je suis fatigué. Je suis allé à pied hier. Il a fait très chaud et humid.
Aussi hier, j'ai réparé mon vieux téléphone appareil photo. C'est le téléphone que j'ai marché sur l'an dernier. Cela me rend heureux.

Thursday, July 22, 2010


There's a reason I can't do stream of consciousness very well. I can't just write; I have to make sure everything is spelled and punctuated correctly. I second guess myself and revise as I write. That is one of my bigger writing mistakes, in general. I shouldn't revise as I write. I should write and get everything out. Only then, once I've finished, should I revise.

Another issue with stream of consciousness writing is getting frequently distracted or interrupted. You're not going to be able to get very far if someone bugs you every five seconds. Though, the collection of thought snippets might be interesting, if you can collect them over an extended period of time. Well, maybe.

But now, I want to talk about color. Not colour, but color. The extra u is certainly not needed. I've always wondered why we prefer some colors over others. I'm going to answer my own question by saying that everyone has their own preferences. Well, that was pointless. Anyway, I tend to prefer blues and greens. As I stated in a previous entry, dark green is one of my favorite colors. But blues are very nice too. I love when the sky is a very deep blue. As with green, I'm not all that fond of light or pastel shades.

There's a very subtle joke in there if you look hard enough. And possibly Waldo, though I'm not quite sure about that one.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

N’est-ce pas?

Which is something that almost everyone has heard. Odd when you think about it.

It has occurred to me that I’m not very photogenic. I’m fine with that; many people are not and that’s nothing to be ashamed of. On a completely unrelated note: I must practice my photoshop skills.

Why can’t I sleep?

J’ai besoin dormir. Je veux dormir. Mais je ne peux pas dormir. Quand finalement je dors, je serai heureux. Il paraît que je ne pratique le français. Mais je le pratique tous les jours. Je ne sais pas…

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Où est l’internet?

It works better like that, don’t ask me why. For some reason, I’ve been rather ill tempered, as of late. I need to figure out why.

It might have to do with having a crap internet connection router. It’s an old 802.11g, which shouldn’t be that slow, but apparently is.


J’ai besoin acheter un nouveau routeur.

Le matin est vert

There is something about green that I absolutely love. I've never really understood why. And it's the dark, rich vivid greens I love; I've never been a fan of the lighter shades. It kinda reminds me of a forest or a really grassy area after it's been raining. That's one of the things I like about living around here: the greenness.

Je suis heureux que ce soit le mardi. J'aime le mardi plus que le lundi. Mes longues journees sont presque fini. C'est tout que je peux écrire. Je serai très occupé.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Froid ou chaud?

Je n'aime pas les lundis. J'espère que tous les jours étaient samedi. Je voudrais rentrer a la maîson. À moins, je voudrais écouter a la musique. Mais, je ne peux pas le faire. Aujourd'hui, les choses me rendent triste.

On the bright side, I had a Classic Fish Sandwich from Captain D's. It was wonderfully delicious. Hopefully that will sate my cravings for fish and chips. Tomorrow, it's back to oatmeal for breakfast and pot pies for lunch. Oh. Boy. I am so excited… :-/

Il fait chaud. Je suis heureux que je sois à l'intérieur.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

La chaise est sur le plancher



And this is why you avoid cheap Wal-Mart chairs…

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Il a été assez de céréales

Excess 001

If I remember correctly, this was titled “Excess”. My roommate in college had a habit of going to all the local Big Lots stores looking for recently expired cereal. Specifically, he would get Kellogg’s brand cereals that had the American Airlines Sky Miles offer on them. Because they were recently expired, he was able to get them ridiculously cheap; something like $.10/box, if I remember correctly.

By the end of second semester 2004, he had almost 40 boxes of Just Right.

Durant cet été, nous mangions beaucoup de céréales.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

J'ai trouvé

I found an interesting tool today: It analyses your writing and compares it to famous writers. Based on a sampling of my own writing, it has determined that I write James Joyce. I must say that I feel slightly insulted.

At least I've not written poetry about my cat.
Mais, mon chat est très mignon, alors peut-être je devrais écrire un poème a propos lui. Je suis sûr que il serait horrible. Aussi, je suis sûr que je suis en train de devenir un personne chat fou . Je suppose que c'est logique.
Fortunately I've not forgotten my personal hygiene… so I've got that going for me.

Théâtre du rêve
I've never been a big fan of the saxophone. Whenever I hear A Change of Seasons, I generally refer to the sax part as "The Lethal Weapon section". I can't say that I'm all that fond of it. Otherwise, I love the song.

C'est jeudi. J'espère que c'était vendredi parce que demain serait samedi. Actuellement, j'espère que tous les jours étaient samedi.

Mon déjeuner est en quinze minuts. Il est à dix heures. Déjeuner à dix heures! Je ne l'aime pas. Quelq'un a du poulet ici. Le poulet sent bien. Je pense que j'ai faim. Mais, je voudrais manger du poisson et des pommes frites. Je les aime beaucoup. Je me demande si « Captain D's » est ouvert.

Temps A Relativité Dimensionnelle Inter Spatiale
Captain D's wasn't open so I decided to have breakfast for lunch. Tomorrow, it'll be back to sandwiches, but I decided to treat myself today. Breakfast is monotonous as usual with oatmeal. Though, I have been spicing it up a bit: poached eggs and cottage cheese. Oh. Boy. I am a wild one.

My backpack is very large. It's not overly huge, but it's got so many pockets and other hiding places. When I moved, I used one less box because I was able to fit so much into it. It reminds me of a clown car. Or _____ (fill in the blank with your own topical reference).

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Où sont les plumes?

I've been using OneNote. I am not sure why the date is listed as Friday, July 9, 2010, when it is clearly Tuesday, July 13, 2010. Perhaps some kind of mistake on the part of the computer? Or perhaps it's because the date is only updated when the page is created. It is obviously the latter; I just said that to have something to say. That and I like typing out dates. If I were feeling really pedantic, I would have typed out the year as two thousand and ten. Let's all be grateful I'm not.

I have to say that I like the idea of OneNote. Sure, it's not perfect, but it's quite serviceable. I agree it would be very useful with a tablet PC. You know if there were others besides the iPad. It is very much like a three ring binder, except since it's digital, I can't doodle. Well, I could. But I'd be drawing with a mouse and that never looks good.

Since I have OneNote 2010 at home, I should find a way to make use of it. Sadly, unlike other Office programs, I'm pretty sure Microsoft doesn’t have an online component. Correction: apparently it does. Hmm. Not terrible. A bit better than Google Docs. At least there's an intuitive way to close the document you're working on (other than closing the tab/window, that is). Also, it works in Chrome: another bonus point.

Les Coleurs
Le vert est ma coleur préférée. Je porte une chemise verte aujourd'hui. Le bleu est une jolie coleur aussi. Mais, il n'est pas ma coleur préférée.

Aujourd'hui, il pleut. Il est en train de pleuvoir très fort. J'espère que je puisse aller à pied. J'ai besoin de l'exercice.

Eh. I'll do it tomorrow.

I realize it was just a joke, but the thought of someone sending pizza rolls, via mail, makes me ill. I don't want to imagine what they'd look like once they arrived at their destination. And, if they were send via Media Mail….
I can't imagine the end result would be edible.

Encore, Merci à M. Izzard
La plume de ma tante est près de la chaise de ma tante.

Final Score 0-√(3-4)

Oh yeah, I went there.

Monday, July 12, 2010

À Quelque Temps

Chaos Geodes
Sometimes a little chaos is good for the soul. It freshens things up and gives you a new perspective. And sometimes it's not.

I just reread the above and my immediate response was, "Thank you, Captain Obvious." It is difficult to write something that's not crap if you have nothing to write about. I have trouble finding topics. On those rare occasions I do think of something, it's usually when I'm driving and can't jot it down. Well, I could, but I'd rather not cause any accidents.

Side note: Emeralds are nicer than geodes….
There's not really a point to that, I just wanted to say it.

Je détesté l'été

Il paraît étrange que le mot français qui signifie « summer » est le même mot français qui signife « been ». Aussi, la souris est sous la table. Le chat est sur la chaise. Et le singe est sur la branche. Merci à M. Izzard.

L'été est très horrible. Je prefère l'automne. Le mois de octobre est le mieux mois de l'année.

Maintenant, je voudrais aller à pied.
Au revoir.

Friday, July 09, 2010

Les Langues

Language is something we all use everyday, but it’s not something that we think about frequently. When is the last time you thought about the words you use and where they came from? The following is a short scene that has absolutely nothing to do with that:

"This makes no sense, " the editor said angrily.
"When does anything make any sense, " the author countered sardonically."
"I’m serious," the editor started, "you can't give me something like this. I certainly can't let it be published." He paused, looking for the cigarette he desperately needed, but didn't have. "It makes NO sense! These are just random words that have been vomited onto the page. There's no rhyme or reason to any of it. You are a technical writer, not an artist. This isn't some poetry slam; you're supposed to be writing a software manual."
The author smiled. "But don't you see, it does make sense. Perfect sense. Look at it again."
The editor incredulously laughed, but looked down at the page of writing.
"What am I supposed to be seeing?" the editor said.
"It's there," the author started, "just look closer."
There was an air of menace around the author now, however the editor was too engrossed with the paper to notice. As the editor stared at the page, he noticed the words rearranging themselves on the page.
"What… How… How's that happening?" the editor said.
"Keep watching, " the author said firmly, malice gleaming in his eyes.
The editor tried to respond, but his attention was forced on the page. He could not look away. As he watched, the words seemed to jump off the page and reach up towards him. He tried to pull away or scream, but he was fixed in place by some force.
The author stated laughing malevolently and the words on the page reached the editor's face. The editor's eyes went wide briefly and then he collapsed, face down, on the desk.
For a few moments, there was silence in the room. Then the editor started to stir. The author took on a more neutral expression as the editor looked up at him, slightly confused.
"I'm sorry, I must have dosed off. What were we talking about?" the editor said.
"We were discussing my latest submission," the author said evenly.
"Ah yes. Well, it's certainly up to your usual excellent standard. Doesn't look like I'll need to do much with it to get it ready for publishing. Good job."
"Thank you, " the author paused, "Thank you very much. I'm glad my work pleases you. Will there be anything else."
"No, that should be it. I'll ring you, if there's anything."
The author smiled before he turned and left. After the author had left, the editor stopped for a moment.
"Why do I feel like I've forgotten something?" he said. He paused for a few more moments before continuing on with his work.

Où est le pamplemousse?
The grapefruit is a wondrous fruit. Ok, maybe that’s an overstatement. However, it does have many health benefits. And if you can get over the bitterness of it, it can be tasty. I know many people say that Ruby Red grapefruit are sweeter, but I’m not buying it. With all varieties, there is a bitter aftertaste that turns me off. I’d much rather eat oranges.

Lemons are extremely tart, partly due to their high acid content. That’s what makes them extremely high in vitamin C. Lemons are quite delightful in Lemon Meringue pie.

One might ask why I’m writing about random citrus fruits. The answer is that I don’t know.

Limes are not as tart as lemons. Limes were used by the British navy to help stave off scurvy; this lead to the term “limeys” to develop. Key limes are tiny, found in Florida, and wonderful in Key Lime pie.

Il pleut. Nous avons besoin la pluie.
Stream of consciousness is a difficult thing to master. If it’s insane enough (looking at you, Mr. Joyce) then you’re called a genius. If it’s mundane, then you’re called pedestrian and ignored. Faulkner’s As I Lay Dying is another example. I’ve read that book; I do not like it. It’s biggest problem is that none of the characters are that interesting to me. I don’t care what happens to any of them. Vardaman’s chapter is rather... well, truncated. “My mother is a fish.” That’s it. That’s the whole chapter. The only character who was mildly interesting was Darl Bundren and he was committed, at the end. I wonder what that says about me....

I’m wearing my contacts today; they’re bothering me. I don’t know why my eyes are sensitive some days and fine on others. It often goes: sensitive, sensitive, fine, fine, sensitive. There’s no rhyme or reason to it. I put them in their case the same way every day. I squirt them with solution before submerging them. I let them soak until the solution is neutralized. This is most vexing.

Et maintenant, je voudrais écrire en français. Un problème: je ne peux pas penser rien à écrire. Je suppose je vais écrire rien jusque je pense de quelque chose. Je rappelle plus que je rappelais. Je ne pense pas que cette phrase soit correct. Je dois continuer.

Penser veut dire « to think » en anglais. Je pense veut dire « I think ». Je pense que veut dire « I think that ». Je ne sais pas pourquoi j’ai écrit cela. Eh bien.

I recall that my mother would write “Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their party.” whenever she needed to test out her typewriter. The problem with using that sentence is that it doesn’t use all the letters on the keyboard. A better sentence would be “The quick fox jumped over the lazy brown dog.” This sentence uses every letter of the alphabet.

Je souhaite que il était treize heure et demie. Je pourrais rentrer chez moi. Je dois marcher aujourd’hui. Je n’ai pas marché pas depuis dimanche dernier, alors je dois le fais aujourd’hui. Je suis gros. Je n’aime pas que je sois gros.

Mes yeux me font mal. Je vais arrêter maintenant.

Wednesday, July 07, 2010

Bonne Nuit

C'est la nuit. J'ai besoin de dormir. Aujourd'hui était un jour long. J'espère que demain est plus court que aujourd'hui.

Certaines personnes me ont demandé pourquoi je écris en français. Je les dis que je suis en train de pratiquer français. C'est mon souhait à apprendre la langue. C'est dificile apprendre français quand on ne peut pas pratiquer. Aussi, la pluart de gens d'ici, n'aiment pas les langues autre que l'anglais. Le français est détésté, spécialement. Ils me disent à «fermez la bouche» quand je essaie parler français. Je ne l'aime pas.

Si je parlais espagnol, je suis sûr que j'entendre la même chose. Ce me rend triste.

Il est tard. C'est le temps par me dormir.

Au revoir. Merci de lire mon écriture.
Et maintenant, je dors.

Monday, July 05, 2010

Un jour et une nuit

Il y a quatre livres sur l’étage. J’ai besoin lire ces livres. Quel livre devrais-je lire en primer? Je ne sais pas.

Thursday, July 01, 2010

J’ai un hamburger avec fromage (J’espere)

Cette semaine a été très gentille. J’espère que ce week-end sera tres gentil aussi.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Est-ce que je rêverai?

Je suis ennuié et je suis très fatigué. Je me deplacerai la semaine prochaine. J’ai beaucoup des choses à faire. Je dois nettoyer ma chambre à ma nouvelle maison. Je dois déplacer tous les meubles dans ça chambre. Je dois recycler les anciens ordinateurs, les anciens moniteurs, et la ancienne télé. Je dois faire don des anciens vêtements à Goodwill. Et alors, je dois nettoyer ma ancienne maison.

Il y a trop beaucoup des choses pour moi à faire.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Nous sommes le 17 mai 2010

Je voudrais écrire une histoire. C’est une histoire de ma vie. L’histoire est courte maintenant, mais en le futur elle sera plus longue. Où dois-je commencer?

Je suis né en le 16 février 1982 à Biloxi. Ma mère et mon père ne s’aimaient pas. Six mois après je suis né, ils ont divorcé. Je ne connaissais jamais mon père; il partait et ne retournait jamais. Je le rencontrais deux fois : une fois, quand j’ai eu douze ans et encore quand j’ai eu dix-huit ans. Mon père est mort en août 2000.

Ma mère est malade. Elle a plusieurs maladies. Mais elle est une personne qui peut rendre heureux autres personnes. Elle essaie vivre sa vie comme la mieux comme elle peut.

Moi, en la autre main, je suis difficile à décrire. J’aime beaucoup des choses et je n’aime pas beaucoup des choses. J’ai un peu des amis mais j’ai plus des ennemis. Plus personnes ne m’aiment pas. Je ne suis pas très amical. J’aime travailler avec les ordinateurs, mais je n’aime pas mon travail.

J’aime écouter à la musique. La musique est l’une des plus grandes choses. Elle me rend heureux.

J’ai décidé que j’écrirai cette histoire comme un journal. Mais, je dois dormir parce que je suis fatigué.

J’écrirai plus en le matin. Peut-être.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Ce matin est très joli.

J'ai dormi très bien la nuit dernière. Je suis un peu mal de mon exercice, le vendredi. Mais j'ai exercé ce matin, de toute façon.

Les choses qui se passent:
Je me déplacerai avant le début du mois. J'habiterai avec ma mère temporairement. :-/

J'aurai besoin de mettre de côté de l'argent pour quelques mois. Je voudrai me déplacer à une maison de la mienne. Mais j'aurai besoin de l'argent pour le faire.

Ce n'est pas le mieux décision, et je voudrais avoir plus temps à décider. Mais, il n'y a pas plus le temps ou l'argent.

Et c'est tout.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Parfois, je me sens comme une noix, et parfois je ne pas.

J'écris cette éntree de journal en français. Je ne sais pas pourquoi. Peut-être je pratique seulement. Peut-être je suis très fou. Peut-être je m'ennuie. Il paraît que je fasse choses pour aucune raison. Peut-être, je fais. 

Je me souviens la conjugaison des plusieurs verbes, incluyant faire, être, aller, les verbes -ER, et avoir. Je savais la même en espangol mais je l'ai oublié.

J'ai besoin de apprendre plus mots et les ajouter à ma vocabulaire.  Et j'ai besoin de pratiquer à parler en français. Et j'ai besoin de pratiquer à écouter le français. 

Je pense que je ne écrirai pas plus à aujourd'hui. 
J'espère que mes écrits sont correct.

Thursday, March 04, 2010

Perhaps I Should Update

It seems I’m updating this infrequently.

Stuff happens, life changes.

I should really get caught up.

Perhaps. Perhaps I shall.

Procrastination; I’ll do it tomorrow.