Take it as it is: here’s the desktop I’m sticking to this month – by the artist 3day Weekend on deviantART. I didn’t even attempt to put any files away or try to hide anything- so there’s the unvarnished me.
See the real pic by click the artist’s name; or here. To see the big version of my screen, click the image.
I found this art by doing a search based off a particular song. It’s the same title as my song, so go discover some new art while trying to get the answer to the track I don’t get out of my head this month of the year. If you like the artist, don’t forget to say how you found out.
The plan was to make a tease sort of post; but things didn’t go off as I hoped. In fact, much of this concept didn’t go off as expected…but I hope it will be a recurring segment.
Since I spend a lot of time talking about (or actually playing) my PSP, I thought this year I’d use my modified handheld to not only showcase some of the silly games I play, but also prove there is plenty of reason not to jump to the “PSV” quite yet (even though the PSVita will have a theoretic life of at least two more years, but I digress…).
With emulators and homebrew, all sorts of things can still be accomplished on a PSP Slim [2k of 3k] such as mine: despite Plagueis the Wise and Palp the Craggy corroborating my firmware being “unnatural” in a word.
Originally I hoped to have a slideshow each month, but flash doesn’t work here. Then I hoped to do a gallery here, but things weren’t working as I hoped. Then I planned to make two galleries: one showing my screenshots for that month, and another linking to each game (for deeper investigation) – but ImageShack doesn’t let one image exist in two albums.
Lat year I had delusions of ambition. Not only did I make a whole slew of writing goals, but I wanted to formulate a system where I could fail and still succeed: so I wouldn’t fall into the trappings of a majority who make resolutions for a new year. Thus, I adopted this Road to Glory point system and progress meter…heavily stoleninspired by the PSP game NCAA Football 2010.
My version entailed a month-by-month roadmap: with secondary goals to help bolster any months which I faltered; or rather, my endeavors proved too ambitious. To top it off, I made a more long-term (and secretive) goal which I gave myself a decade to accomplish.
Though my output was abysmal a few months (and then some), writing in December rather than enjoying Nanowrimo burnout was what finally helped me amass enough points to pull off a Road 2012 victory.
Since things seemed to go so well, I decided to definitely do it all over again for 2013. Raising the stakes higher, I even altered my long-range goal (which is the second progress bar at the top of this post) to drive myself a tad harder.
What’s in store for me this year? Hit the jump to get the month-by-month breakdown.
Since I wanted a theoretical clean sweep, I decided to try to organize the iBook’s desktop and downloads folder – but before I did it, I decided to take a pic for a quick digital time capsule. See?
Yeah – I still need to change that wallpaper from December…though it’s so sad when Life Day ends. Know what I mean?
Ask what you want about what you see. I don’t think I have anything to hide. Do I? What could be a better conversation starter than letting someone openly spy on your computer screen?
I received the following writeup from WordPress about my blog in 2012. Following the link it provides even gives you a firework show.
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 3,700 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 6 years to get that many views.
The dorm room is packed and cleaned; which brings my foray into literary ambition to a close…at least for this year. I didn’t plan to give up after a single year of making resolutions. The big question is how I fared.
Before I cap things off, here’s a look at the cryptic “score sheet” I scrawled out to help become my roadmap. [click to enlarge]
How cryptic was it? I tried to decode it on at least three occasions. The sheet of notebook paper made a lot of sense at the time, but I made alterations as the months rolled by…a bit because the unexpected cropped up, but mostly to make things more challenging for myself.
It’s been a year and two days since you saw a Dead Hot Workshop performance. It’s been a year and a day since you spent all night getting the baby’s room up to your level of perfection – and it’s been a year since I found out a December phone call would be our last conversation.
A day still hasn’t gone by without something popping into my mind. A song; a Howard moment; a syndicated Simpsons episode I didn’t see yet.
Most commonly it’s one of those throwaway lines we’d use towards one another; like a stenographer’s shorthand. Something most wouldn’t pay attention to, but spoke a paragraph of feelings or emotion towards one frivolous thing or another. “Who told you that!” “Oh no, nippy.” “MM-hmmm…” “Hello hello.” “See? Wha’d I tell you!” “Ho-MER…!” “Let me see bonehead…”
What’s a worse travesty – me not talking to you again or me not knowing your favorite Dead Hot album? Who am I kidding – it was that garage cassette tape you never got enough of…and didn’t get enough of making me listen to. Not like I objected. I was just as proud as you were when we saw your favorite band “go national” so to speak. I still have a copy of that Best Buy ad safely tucked away in a box somewhere.
Music was a thing of ours. With all we had in common, nothing was better than listening to CDs in your Toyota – or whatever music format on my stereo. Hunting down tracks; hearing new cuts on the radio. Acoustic rarities. Our shared interest in local and obscure music; including bands we went to high school with. I still wonder how your radio picked up those heyday performances of Aerosmith and Led Zeppelin as we froze while camping out in the woods near the crater for that dirtbike race.
I hoped to post a jukebox of tunes, but these will more than do: representing the Tempe sound and spirit of Long Wongs. As Brent would say, “This is a love song… Well, they’re all love songs, aren’t they?”
Amazing. You still had a way to help guide with a couple of these choices.
