20100622
All Good Things Come To An End
I'm about to let this domain expire. Maybe someday I will start a new blog and actually post to it. Until that day, I bid you farewell.
20091117
Chipotle Chickenpasta Marinara
As I was cooking dinner, I decided to play around with the Voice Memos app on my iPhone. It turned into a podcast somehow. Please enjoy this window into my cooking habits in an inadequately stocked kitchen where I really have no idea what I'm doing. The resulting meal turned out pretty good. "Smokey, and rich, and oh-so-flavorful."
TEaL 01 (TEaL.mechnoch.net/Podcasts/091117ChipotleChickenpastaMarinara.mp3)
Background music by Nine Inch Nails. 03 Ghosts 01 http://nin.com
20091027
The Future's So Bright...
It's simply amazing how much has happened in my life recently. I had another bipolar episode. I'm getting a divorce. I met a girl through an innovative iPhone app. And I'm finally moving back into my apartment this week.
As far as these events could have gone, I'm holding up surprisingly well. No small thanks goes out to my friends and family that stood by me through this ordeal. And if this is the first you've heard about this, please know that the reason is that I did not want to cause you undue stress while I sorted things out. Things are mostly sorted now, and I'm ready to resume my life again. This is Sage v2.0.1. More of the features you love, fewer distractions.
As soon as the apartment is mostly redecorated, I'm throwing a massive housewarming party. You're all invited!
In the immortal words of Andrew W.K.
#PARTYHARD
As far as these events could have gone, I'm holding up surprisingly well. No small thanks goes out to my friends and family that stood by me through this ordeal. And if this is the first you've heard about this, please know that the reason is that I did not want to cause you undue stress while I sorted things out. Things are mostly sorted now, and I'm ready to resume my life again. This is Sage v2.0.1. More of the features you love, fewer distractions.
As soon as the apartment is mostly redecorated, I'm throwing a massive housewarming party. You're all invited!
In the immortal words of Andrew W.K.
#PARTYHARD
20090918
Blast from the Past
I've decided to repost some of my Myspace blogs from about a year ago, since no one uses Myspace anymore, and will never ever see them again. Please enjoy this blast from the past:
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Current mood:  awakeCategory: Quiz/Survey Did you marry someone from your high school? Yes, in fact. We both went our separate ways for about two years before deciding we could no longer live without each other, though. Did you car pool to school? No. I drove about a mile and a half each day. Did you know you can drive through the streets of Payson in Google Street View? What kind of car did you have? RACKTER (199x Geo Tracker, silver) What kind of car do you have now? Addie drives ABE 2: (2005 Toyota Corolla S) Most of the time I just take Seattle Metro (New Flyer DE60LF, hybrid diesel-electric bus) It's Friday night...where were you? In Paul Dayton's attic, or Will Floyd's garage having a LAN party, or watching MST3K. It's Friday night..where are you now? Sitting at home watching Netflix. What kind of job did you have in high school? CompUSA: Hardware Sales Team member Were you a party animal? Wooo! Party! Pass me another Mountain Dew! ::headshot:: DAMMIT, GABE! This time, you're getting the REDEEMER. ::MONSTER KILL:: Were you considered a flirt? Far from it. Lucky for me, Addie flirted with me anyway. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir? I quit orchestra in Jr High. I took drama for a while. I was part of PCN and the school newspaper. I took every single computer and electronics class that Payson offered. Did you get suspended/exepelled? Nope. Although they did pull me into the office one time after Columbine, because I owned a black trench coat. Can you sing the fight song? "Nothing suffocates you more than The passing of everyday human events Isolation is the oxygen mask you make Your children breathe in to survive" [...] "And when we were good, you just closed your eyes So when we are bad, we'll scar your mind Fight, fight, fight, fight" Who was/were your favorite teacher(s)? Mr. Strange, Mr. Alexander, Coach Hill, and of course Kevin Poulsen. Where did you sit during lunch? The commons, right next to the main office. What was your school's full name? Payson High School (check out the 1337.html) When did you graduate? 2001 What was your school mascot? Some sort of lion? If you could go back and do it again, would you? I thoroughly enjoyed high school, and I often miss my high school friends, but timetravel is his highly dangerous, and I wouldn't want to risk branching the timeline. What do you remember most about graduation? Paul Dayton (one of my best friends), and Marcie Twede (my first elementary-school crush) each giving Valedictorian speeches. Who did you take to prom Sr yr? Heidi Kroeber (aka Addie Lazenby), both her senior year and my senior year. Did you have fun at Prom? Oh yeah. Do you still talk to the person you went to Prom with? Well, seeing as how I live with her, it's kind of hard not to... Are you planning on going to your 10 year reunion? Hell yes! (I didn't go to the 5 year reunion, and I regret it.) Do you still talk to people from school?? I still keep in fairly regular contact with current and former Utards, including: Jordan Atkin, Jeff Carter, Paul Dayton, Jake Waters, and of course, Addie.
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20090728
The DHS is Now Monitoring mechnoch.net
Throughout the day on 20090727, and throughout my Utah homecoming vacation, I had been twittering my plans and my travels. This included links to bus routes, Google Maps pinpointing my exact location, and photographs taken from my iPhone. I was microblogging my trip for the benefit of my friends in Utah so that they might rendezvous with me, for my friends back in Seattle, and also for my lovely wife, who had flown back to Seattle earlier due to the fact that she had recently switched employers and had not accrued as much vacation time.
Mechnoch is going to try to ride UTA to Provo and back today. Wish me luck.
http://twitter.com/mechnoch/status/2870426099
Mechnoch has a bus route http://ow.ly/ijbn
http://twitter.com/mechnoch/status/2873484024
Mechnoch just missed the dang bus. Nex one doesn't come for two hours!
http://twitter.com/mechnoch/status/2874647621
Mechnoch @jordan_atkin Unfortunately, I have been delayed. I'll let you know when I'm in your jurisdiction.
http://twitter.com/mechnoch/status/2875052129
Jordan_Atkin @mechnoch I may be out of my jurisdiction until a little later this afternoon, forgot i might need to head to payson myself.
http://twitter.com/jordan_atkin/status/2875095677
Mechnoch @jordan_atkin half the reason I was headed to Provo/Orem was to get a flash drive to steal NIN bootlegs from you.
http://twitter.com/mechnoch/status/2877198027
Mechnoch @jordan_atkin If you'll be in Payson in the next few hours, I might just wait and ride the bus back with you.
http://twitter.com/mechnoch/status/2875830984
Jordan_Atkin @mechnoch It is likely that I will take the 3:00 bus to payson and probably take the 5:15 bus back. I'll be down at the bus stop closest to-
http://twitter.com/jordan_atkin/status/2876090848
Jordan_Atkin @mechnoch ... the hostpital. So I'll probably be visible there around 5:00.
http://twitter.com/jordan_atkin/status/2876110569
Mechnoch @jordan_atkin Unfortunately, I have been delayed. I'll let you know when I'm in your jurisdiction.
http://twitter.com/mechnoch/status/2875052129
Jordan_Atkin @mechnoch I may be out of my jurisdiction until a little later this afternoon, forgot i might need to head to payson myself.
http://twitter.com/jordan_atkin/status/2875095677
Mechnoch @jordan_atkin half the reason I was headed to Provo/Orem was to get a flash drive to steal NIN bootlegs from you.
http://twitter.com/mechnoch/status/2877198027
Mechnoch @jordan_atkin If you'll be in Payson in the next few hours, I might just wait and ride the bus back with you.
http://twitter.com/mechnoch/status/2875830984
Jordan_Atkin @mechnoch It is likely that I will take the 3:00 bus to payson and probably take the 5:15 bus back. I'll be down at the bus stop closest to-
http://twitter.com/jordan_atkin/status/2876090848
Jordan_Atkin @mechnoch ... the hostpital. So I'll probably be visible there around 5:00.
http://twitter.com/jordan_atkin/status/2876110569
Mechnoch is remixing @nineinchnails' The Good Soldier. My favorite track off Year Zero.
http://twitter.com/mechnoch/status/2878093800
Mechnoch @mechnoch "...and the bass goes *bomb*" holy shit this is sounding good.
http://twitter.com/mechnoch/status/2878730554
Mechnoch grabbed a Mountain Dew @ Little Caesars while I wait for the UTA 822 bus. http://yfrog.com/76dlkj
http://twitter.com/mechnoch/status/2879068485
I got on the bus in South Payson, and Jordan caught the bus at his designated stop. We spent the bus ride reminiscing about Payson High School, how much distain we each have for certain things about Utah, and the fact that a bus driver wouldn't let Jordan on the bus wearing his Obama shirt a week before (but that's a whole 'nother story).
At this point it would have been quite clear to anyone following us closely on Twitter that we're on the Payson/BYU Shuttle together, and will likely have to transfer buses at Brigham Young University to make it to Jordan's apartment.
I was suddenly aware that my phone was ringing (playing my custom The Good Soldier ringtone) with a Cedar City number that I didn't recognize, and it appeared that I had missed a call from the same number only moments before. I could not think of anyone I knew with a Cedar City number and was quite curious about why they were so persistent in calling.
I called the number back, but due to the excessively loud bus I had trouble hearing the person on the other end.
"[Unintelligible] has an urgent message for you," I could not make out their first words at all, so I asked them to speak up, because I was on the bus.
There was a long pause, as if the phone was being handed over. The bus was just pulling into our stop at BYU, and Jordan gestured to me that we should get off the bus now. Someone picked up on the other end, and started speaking very clearly and deliberately.
"THERE IS A BOMB ON THE BUS. IT WILL GO OFF IN 25 SECONDS. GET OFF THE BUS NOW."
I almost shat myself. Thoughts were racing through my head as to what the hell could be happening. Both Jordan and I were somewhat outcasts in our high school, and I believe were both questioned and monitored after the Columbine massacre to ensure that we weren't a threat. We had made a few enemies in high school, but until now I had never considered that coming back to haunt me. I remembered my trail of Twitter breadcrumbs, Jordan and my mutual public distain for Utah via Twitter. Coupled with the fact that we had just arrived at BYU campus, universally recognized symbol of Utah higher education, and shining star of the LDS Church and Mormons everywhere, I was convinced that this was real, and someone was framing Jordan and me for a terrorist attack on BYU.
"This is our stop. We're getting off the bus now," I said.
My heart was racing at this point, and as soon as the bus pulled away and the roar of its engines died down I asked frantically,
"Ok, who is this and what's going on!?"
"[Laughter] This is Bradley Crouch!"
Fear boiled away and flared into rage at the fact that I had been so thoroughly mislead and terrified at what now was obviously an extremely terrible joke.
"You do know the DHS is monitoring this conversation, don't you?" I responded.
Brad spoke very clearly and deliberately into the phone once again, "Uh oh. There's not a bomb on the bus. THERE IS NOT A BOMB ON THE BUS."
I didn't tell Jordan exactly what that whole conversation was all about until we got to his place, because we were getting on another bus. I just let him know that someone was just fucking with me, and said things that we shouldn't repeat while we're on the bus.
Now that the Department of Homeland Security's automated domestic wiretapping system has likely flagged that conversation, and added me to their watchlists until the content can be more thoroughly analyzed by an agent, I have a message for the DHS: Hi DHS! *waves* For all its faults, I love Amerca. I even love Utah, even though I complain about it. I am not a terrorist. Please don't give me a hard time on my flight back to Seattle. Please?
http://twitter.com/mechnoch/status/2878093800
Mechnoch @mechnoch "...and the bass goes *bomb*" holy shit this is sounding good.
http://twitter.com/mechnoch/status/2878730554
Mechnoch grabbed a Mountain Dew @ Little Caesars while I wait for the UTA 822 bus. http://yfrog.com/76dlkj
http://twitter.com/mechnoch/status/2879068485
I got on the bus in South Payson, and Jordan caught the bus at his designated stop. We spent the bus ride reminiscing about Payson High School, how much distain we each have for certain things about Utah, and the fact that a bus driver wouldn't let Jordan on the bus wearing his Obama shirt a week before (but that's a whole 'nother story).
At this point it would have been quite clear to anyone following us closely on Twitter that we're on the Payson/BYU Shuttle together, and will likely have to transfer buses at Brigham Young University to make it to Jordan's apartment.
I was suddenly aware that my phone was ringing (playing my custom The Good Soldier ringtone) with a Cedar City number that I didn't recognize, and it appeared that I had missed a call from the same number only moments before. I could not think of anyone I knew with a Cedar City number and was quite curious about why they were so persistent in calling.
I called the number back, but due to the excessively loud bus I had trouble hearing the person on the other end.
"[Unintelligible] has an urgent message for you," I could not make out their first words at all, so I asked them to speak up, because I was on the bus.
There was a long pause, as if the phone was being handed over. The bus was just pulling into our stop at BYU, and Jordan gestured to me that we should get off the bus now. Someone picked up on the other end, and started speaking very clearly and deliberately.
"THERE IS A BOMB ON THE BUS. IT WILL GO OFF IN 25 SECONDS. GET OFF THE BUS NOW."
I almost shat myself. Thoughts were racing through my head as to what the hell could be happening. Both Jordan and I were somewhat outcasts in our high school, and I believe were both questioned and monitored after the Columbine massacre to ensure that we weren't a threat. We had made a few enemies in high school, but until now I had never considered that coming back to haunt me. I remembered my trail of Twitter breadcrumbs, Jordan and my mutual public distain for Utah via Twitter. Coupled with the fact that we had just arrived at BYU campus, universally recognized symbol of Utah higher education, and shining star of the LDS Church and Mormons everywhere, I was convinced that this was real, and someone was framing Jordan and me for a terrorist attack on BYU.
"This is our stop. We're getting off the bus now," I said.
My heart was racing at this point, and as soon as the bus pulled away and the roar of its engines died down I asked frantically,
"Ok, who is this and what's going on!?"
"[Laughter] This is Bradley Crouch!"
Fear boiled away and flared into rage at the fact that I had been so thoroughly mislead and terrified at what now was obviously an extremely terrible joke.
"You do know the DHS is monitoring this conversation, don't you?" I responded.
Brad spoke very clearly and deliberately into the phone once again, "Uh oh. There's not a bomb on the bus. THERE IS NOT A BOMB ON THE BUS."
I didn't tell Jordan exactly what that whole conversation was all about until we got to his place, because we were getting on another bus. I just let him know that someone was just fucking with me, and said things that we shouldn't repeat while we're on the bus.
Now that the Department of Homeland Security's automated domestic wiretapping system has likely flagged that conversation, and added me to their watchlists until the content can be more thoroughly analyzed by an agent, I have a message for the DHS: Hi DHS! *waves* For all its faults, I love Amerca. I even love Utah, even though I complain about it. I am not a terrorist. Please don't give me a hard time on my flight back to Seattle. Please?
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