Sunday, August 31, 2008

Myspace is pissing me off!

I don't allow my password to get phished.  I'm smarter than most of the 15 year-olds who frequent myspace.

However, somehow over the past three weeks my myspace page has been supposedly "phished" three times.

I don't like changing my password, and this is absolute bullshit.

Also, the way they tell you to change your password is way too frickin' condescending:

"Your password has been phished.  This means that you entered your password to an unsecured site..."

No, what it means is that you assholes have screwed the pooch with these crap applications (which I haven't even added) and your security is for shit (and always has been).

And if it keeps up, I'm saying to hell with your crappy fucking website and telling everyone I know to add me on facebook.

Fuck you Tom.  Fuck you hard and fast.


William the Bloody Aggravated Redd

Monday, August 25, 2008

The value of life and death

My grandfather passed away Sunday night.

He'd been in declining health for the past few years, but it was still rather sudden.

One of the things that I keep coming back to as I think about his life and the inevitability of death is what I've accomplished.  On the one hand, it seems like quite a lot, but in the long run, my life has been rather small.  Most nights I sit at home and watch TV, or mess around on the internet (maybe write a new blog... ahem).  When I really sit down and think about it, I've spent roughly 70% of my life sitting home alone doing a whole lot of nothing.

I also think about his life, the things he's done.  Then there's my paternal grandfather (well, step-grandfather actually) who died several years ago.  He had an exciting life.  He travelled, he lived.  They both did.


So all this led me to one very simple conclusion:

It's time to get off the fucking couch!


I'm sick and bloody tired of watching from the sidelines and am ready to get in the game.

Now, I've said things like this before (I said it when my other grandfather died), but this time I'm really going to do it.  Because, here's the other thing...

...I'm 29 years old.


That means next year (next July to be exact) I'll be 30.  There are so many things I hoped to have done by at least 30 that I haven't done.  Many of them are on my "100 things to do before I die" list that everyone has (at least in their heads; mine's on paper).  There's a documentary about a group of guys trying their damnedest to mark everything off their own list called "The Buried Life"



This inspired me to finally write out my list, and now I want to see how many of the items I can cross off before I turn 30.

My friend J created a "Dirty 30" list for when he turned 30 this year, I'm hoping to top his list.

I'll post the list soon, and I'll probably vlog about it on the 5 Regular Guys Youtube page.  That will be posted here as well.


Again, my goal is to complete as many of the tasks I've set for myself on my "100 Things To Do Before I Die" list before I turn 30.  This happens next July, so I have a little under a year.

I better get crackin'!


William the Bloody Determined Redd

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

The 5 Usual (Regular) Suspects

So, I've been watching "Rob & Big" a lot lately.

I mean, a WHOLE lot...



And one thing that has really struck me is the portrait they had done with Meaty based on that classic Death Row Records pose:

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Now, I got this idea from my friend Liz even before I saw "Rob and Big", so she gets the credit, but Rob & Big have got me thinking about it hardcore.  The 5 Regular Guys needs a new image.  We need a group photo that works to enhance the image of the group (plus, the only one we have now is just Jason and I):

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And we did that for "Techies" which was almost TWO YEARS AGO (wait, almost!?)

So I've decided it's time for a new pic.  I talked to Liz, who is an amazing graphic artist, and she said one thing that got me hooked: "The Usual Suspects"

Even if you haven't seen the movie, you know the image:

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It's just a classic.

I'm talking to the guys and we are going to do this pic.  It will happen.  One thing though, it's pretty much impossible to get us all together.


THANK GOD FOR PHOTOSHOP!

I hope to have all the pictures together by the end of September (will involve a trip to Greensboro, but we'll work it out) and the final product soon after.


Photo to follow...



William the Bloody Photogenic Redd

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Facebook vs. Myspace

Why does it have to be one or the other?

I've noticed recently that there are people that either like facebook or myspace.  It's rare to find someone who likes both equally.  Personally, I'm starting to prefer facebook.  I'll use them both for as long as they accomplish what they are supposed to, but I don't understand certain people's utter dislike for one or the other.

For those myspace junkies, I find it incredibly funny that while you loathe facebook, myspace has started to copy things from your least favorite social networking site.  Of course, I'm mainly talking about the applications.

I've tolerated and even enjoyed the applications on facebook (I was absolutely hooked on Mob Wars and Superheroes for a while), but I refuse to use them on myspace.  For one, they don't look nearly as good on myspace's setup.  Take the bumper stickers for example:

On facebook, the bumper stickers appear as a separate box where they are all placed neatly together.  However, on myspace they are just images (much too small) that appear in comments.  Why do we need a specific application to add images to myspace comments?  I was doing that long before the bumper sticker application.  Also, if I add the image myself, it will be the right size and not surrounded by all the crappy text (the text takes up more space on the comment than the actual bumper sticker, that's just wrong).

So I absolutely refuse to add applications to my myspace profiles.  It's a waste of time and effort.  I'll stick to the much better time-wasting apps on facebook, thank you very much.



William the Bloody Time-Wasting Redd

Not much to say early in the morning

So, yeah.

Had a fun day.  Went to the screening of "The 27 Club" and it's simply incredible.  This was a feature filmed partly here in Wilmington.  I know a lot of the crew, so I snagged the invite (thank you Vanessa).  It was originally called "Three Words and a Star", and honestly I'm glad they changed the name.  I understand the title, but the "average joe" movie-goer will be scratchin' their heads trying to figure it out.  But, as I said, the movie is great so go see it when you get the chance.

Then, there was the after party.  This was interesting because it was at a hookah bar.  Now, not the first time I've smoked from a hookah (surprisingly mellow considering I'm not a smoker and have mild bronchial asthma), but it's my first time in a public.  Kinda cool.  Nothing much going on at the after party, so some of us decided to head next door (two doors down technically) to a club called Pravda.  Pravda is a communist-themed bar.  Read that again, it helps to see/hear that at least twice.

Save it's sketchy theme, the bar is very cool.  We hung around, everyone else drank (I never have.  Just a personal preference), then LeAnne taught me to dance a basic Salsa.  Not bad, considering I have two left feet most of the time (still fumbled around a bit, but I wasn't horrible).  It was a fun time.

Then, we went back to Oasis (the hookah bar) and spent the rest of the night huddled together and talking until the bartender kicked us out (he was quite patient considering he didn't say anything for 35 minutes after closing time).

And that was my night.  Probably need to have more of those.  Certainly better than hanging around the apartment watching the sorry state of affairs we call television.

Also, pleasantly surprised to find my response to Toddly00's story contest has over 200 views already and several positive comments (including one from Todd himself).

Here's Todd's original video:




And here's what I came up with:




So yeah, there's that.

Oh, and I like how all the "related videos" that YouTube found are all "Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure" videos.  Apparently, YouTube equates my experience in Toddland with the wacky adventures of Bill S. Preston and Theodore Logan, esq.  I'm quite honored.

Well, I think I'm tapped out for tonight/this morning.  Think I'll sign off and try that new trend I keep hearing about.  What was it called again?  Oh, SLEEP!  That's right.  I've heard it's quite nice.

Please remember... be excellent to each other.  (we miss you George)


William the Bloody Excellent Storyteller Redd, esq.

Friday, August 1, 2008

Doctor Who made me cry

What is it about certain series making me tear up like a friggin' baby?

So, the series (season for us in the U.S.) finale of Doctor Who just went off and I'm sitting here drying my eyes because of the result.  I think the saddest thing in the world would be having all those great adventures with the Doctor wiped from your head and going back to your meaningless little existence.  At least all the other companions left behind have the memories.  They have their time with the Doctor to look back on.  Donna has nothing.  She's left to a fate worth than death.

Dalek Khan was right, one did die.  And it was the worst kind of death imaginable.  To me, the loss of mind is the one thing that truly horrifies me.

Certain shows have always had that effect on me.  When Buffy died at the end of season 5 of BtVS (and "The Body" is the most I've EVER cried), when Anya and all the others died trying to stop the First at the end of the series, when Illyria took over Fred's body in season 5 of "Angel" (if you haven't caught on, Joss Whedon makes me his bitch on a regular basis).  Don't get me started on "Serenity".  The new Doctor Who series has had the same power over me.  The Doctor and Rose have had many teary moments.

Two people I watch on YouTube are big Doctor Who fans.  Kayley and Rosianna started a channel to have an ongoing discussion about the latest series.  They seem to have a similar reaction to the show.  Here are some videos regarding their take on the finale:









It's funny.  Growing up I didn't know any girls who were fans of the Doctor.  I'm sure there were some, I just didn't know any.  Now, because of the move to nerdy things being cool (thank you Harry Potter and Nerdfighters, et. al!), and the power of the internet, we can find each other and talk about the things we have in common.

I love all you nerdy girls and wish I could meet you IRL.


William the Bloody Nerdy Redd

William don't text

Reposting and expanding this from myspace:
(why? because I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and doggone it, people like me!)

For there are two certainties in life, this I know:
Charlie don't surf, and William don't text.


I don't understand text messaging.

I'm sorry to those of you that love it and can't live without it, but to me it seems like a waste.  Do we really need this half-assed form of textual communication?

I have at least five e-mail accounts (on actual count, 8 or more), three myspaces, a facebook, a blog, a website that seriously needs to be revamped, twitter, a ning account (for nerdfighters and youtube), two youtube accounts, and whatever instant messenger I happen to be fascinated with this week. I don't need yet another way to text people. Especially text from a phone.  Anyone who knows me has seen my rant in support of David Lynch's rant about movies on the iPhone.  If I don't want to watch movies on a phone, why the hell would I want to type on one?




It's time everyone knew this, because I think I might be missing out on some communications from folks. I have text messages blocked from my cell phone because I don't use them. So please, if you want to get in touch with me with your cell phone, CALL ME.

Or, if you must use text, sign up for twitter and "follow" me (their term, not mine). You can update twitter from your cell phone, so it's just like texting. Or, perhaps there's an IM program that you can access through text. If so, let me know and I'll sign up for it so you can keep in touch with me.

So, if you've tried to text me recently... or ever for that matter, I'm not ignoring you. They're actually blocked from coming in. Did that when I got the phone (which I'd really prefer not having in the first place). I have a hundred other forms of textual communication and I only like to type on a full keyboard, so no texting for me.


Sorry for any inconvenience this may cause.


I know, it sounds crazy, but it's just one of my little quirks. By God, I'm eccentric and you love me for it.


William the Bloody Quirky Redd