Tuesday, August 30, 2005

I'm a part of the crowd

Well, kind of, anyway.

I'm kicking off the new academic year with an iPod mini. It's silver and the 4 gigabyte flavor, nothing too special. I decided to go ahead and reencode my music into AAC instead of MP3 to save a lot of space. Example: Dream Theater went from 960 megabytes to 630. If I did that for my entire library, it would shrink from 10.1 gigabytes to 7.4 or so. Amazing.

One thing I will mention (and the reason for the "sort of" part of the crowd sentiment) is that I will not be caught dead with white earphones. A) I don't want to be "that guy" that I hate... shows up too early makes a lot of noise, etc. B) I live in and jaunt about the Washington, D.C. metro area. I really don't need to become a mugging statistic, and using "generic" headphones makes it possible for me to tell myself I'm okay. But it works out really well in the end, because iPod earphones don't fit me comfortably and they sound like terrible. Yes, sound like terrible. I got a set of sony in ear dillies, they sound pretty good and come with a cord organizer.

OCD says what?

Class starts tomorrow. I... class starts tomorrow. Guess that's it.

Monday, August 29, 2005

Thus Ends the List

Yeah that's about that, unfortunately.

I hope you all enjoy my little trip down memory lane, each recalling your own individual parts in it.

Do you remember a part of my life that you think I should remember, too???? PLEASE LET ME KNOW IN COMMENTS OMG OMG hey wow 3:45 am WINK!

wow did I ever have ADD

July 28, 2003--
Okay seriously. It's like I turn 21, your guys's's'sss' (stupid plurals) lives are complete and all done with? I'm moving out tomorrow. I guess I'll be offline for a while. KITTY DOGGY, YOU'RE SO KITTY YOU'RE SO DOGGY I LOVE YOU! I want everyone to know that dismantling a BMW's dashboard is very taxing.

on productivity

May 13, 2003--
I've been staring at the blinking insertion cursor for at least 10 minutes. In this time I've reached the following conclusions:

I have eaten no fried food since friday.

Beautiful, isn't it? I'm a veritable world of productive thought today.

more thoughts on berkley

April 30, 2003--
I have to pay the power in the next few days. This angers me. I will never see a cent of money for it. I know it. My angry note on the freezer just seems to have made the troll happier. I won't back down from the cusp though, for I recognize that my position is true and just. And god dammit that bastard ate my ice cream. I think I just saw lightning.

berkley musings

April 24, 2003--
I may pull an all nighter tonight.

I got to thinking about it, I really don't want to go home tonight. It offers no advantages. But that is, of itself, of no consequence.

I live in Berkley, in case you were not aware, which is located approximately in the Ghetto. Some highlights in my history with the building?


Elevators breaking at least once a month
Blood all over floors following a bottle fight in said elevators
Hate crime narrowly averted by virtue soley of my friends race
Beer on floors/walls/celings (don't ask)
Broken locks repeatedly
Management failing to inform us of when entrances would be closed for cleaning

It's quite the experience, if you're into unnecessary tension. I'll be very glad to be done living there. Seven Springs seemed nice enough, but it was quite a bit more expensive, if I recall correctly, and given that I am a poor bastard, it was flat out. Oh well. Now I live in wam lab PG2. And I'm going to plato's in a while, because fuck home. I may sleep in my car or something, but no way am I going home tonight. so I tell myself, I'll probably crack under pressure.

I tried to do some homework tonight, with Excel (the filthiest program this side of Matlab) because I needed to compute lots of stuff. Well lo and behold, filthy filthy Excel can't calculate sin(90*180/pi()) correctly. It should be 1, but excel gives me -0.954, which is almost no further than can be strayed from the truth. Nothing about it is negative, plus since sin(90) should be 1, it's filth-ridden-ly stupid. (the 180/pi is for radian-to-degree conversion) I love it when I sit down to actually try to do work and God looks down from upon high and laughs, because let's face it, me working is by far and away the most ludicrous thing ever.

Thank you and good night.

apparently some snow fell?

February 7, 2003--
SNOW DAY!
Yeah, you heard me. Time to go try to build things.

February 8, 2003--
SNOW DAY UPDATE:
Some pretty weak snow. No pandas were constructed.

February 20, 2003--
UPDATE ON THE SNOW DAY UPDATE
I apparently forgot that it had in fact snowed and that snow can be used for construction. I will keep you posted via photographic reconnaisance as to what devious schemes I can come up with. Now I must embark upon operation "I had to come into work because Destler decided rt 1 was wide enough to not have people die left and right and I really don't want to be here, especially since I woke up at 10:07 and had to take a shower and leave, and now -- and imagine this -- I am hungry because I didn't have breakfast so it's time for a trip to the dining hall."

February 28, 2003--
NOT YET SNOW DAY UPDATE
So I got home, and what, to my surprise, do I find in the living room? How about everything still on? Wow. Good thing nobody's paying me for electricity anymore.

Ah, gaming

January 24, 2003--
I played NCAA 2003 earlier. Maryland on Alcorn State. I played as us, and won 63-6. I don't know how they scored on me, but I ended the first half with a posession and 2 seconds on the clock. A hail mary call and the a then x buttons later, I had a touchdown with 0 time left on the scoreboard. I was proud. Too proud.

Good thing I'm getting the gamecube thing out of my system before the term starts.

More holiday wishes

no groundhogs... ha ha! I'm a funny guy!

November 28, 2002--
So I promise no groundhogs in this post...

I want to say first "Happy thanksgiving" and I hope your holiday goes over well.

[stupid]

I have taken a mountain dew from the refridgerator and I must say that knowing it wasn't mine only puts a small dent in the number of glasses of mine that spent the last two weeks in the sink.

Thank you and good night.

Apparently it was a good week

I figured out a while later where I lost the card (CDepot), and the tire I was able to fix by getting Jeff to drag me to target so I could buy a fixaflat. That screw was still in the tread the day I rid myself of the mazda in Late July of 2004.

November 6, 2002--
So it's been a great week. Monday I come to find that at some point over the weekend, I lost my check card. I have no idea where it could have gone since I hadn't used it since Friday night. So that's all out of there. I get home from lunch/dinner, and -- lo and behold -- I have a flat tire. Spectacular. I try to put the donut on, and the rim won't come off the lugs. I go to call AAA today and -- WOW, Imagine this! -- my AAA card is in crofton. So I stopped caring.

Holiday Greetings

October 31, 2002--
Hope your halloween isn't filled with LaPlace transforms and Repeated roots: reduction of order.

Wow this is a good one:

October 19, 2002--
Problem:
I am awake and it is 4:23 am.

According to all this...

... I used to be real big on the code red mountain dew.

October 17, 2002--
I just got thrown out of the building. We all stood around in the office like "Should we care?" and then everybody else evacuated so we figured we would too. These two girls across the hall-- i don't think they left. I can't blame them; they had the student lounge, and the door was closed to keep noise out. They came out and asked if it was the fire alarm, I said "I guess so, I mean, there's clearly no fire, but what can I say?" I went to skinner and got a code red. I was all "Screw this, I'm gettin a drink."
I think I'm gonna do something stupid and go to the football game tonight. I probably won't stay for the whole thing, or even the whole first half. But I have to at least show up to all of them.
Back to my code-red mt. dew.

bourbon, dancing, and a phonetic letter

What???

September 28, 2002--okay. I have learned that I am able to post, but not publish. i am therefore not able to publish. I will now return to doing dishes.

Once upon a time, I was a riot!

One afternoon, in a small and cozy village, an amazing and true story began to unfold. By amazing and true, the author, of course, means "boring and completely made up." This is a short story after all, and short stories are almost never based in fact. At any rate, this was the day of the annual citywide father-son-dog picnic. Fred was ready and waiting for his son Fred 2 to come out to the car so they could go to the Three Legged Dog Walk competition at the park. Phydeaux, the dog of the Fredson family, was eagerly sniffing the air outside the car through a two inch crack in the back window. As a dog, Phydeaux has the luxury of not caring about anything as long as he is in a car ready to go for a ride.

"FRED 2!" screamed Fred, "It's time to go! Why aren't you out here?"

"Dad, I've been in the passenger seat for three hours. Can we go yet?"

"Great. Don't take that tone with me, young man."

After such a heated and valuable exchange, the team left for the park. Upon arrival, Fred, Fred 2, and Phydeaux egressed from the car (ooh! the word egress!) and walked to the registration table. They looked around breifly before realizing that the three hour delay in their departure from the house caused the Father-Son-Dog event to end and go away.

Shocked, and in a state of emotions vaguely resembling disappointment, the trio headed home.

"What should we do now?" asked Phydeaux.

Fred 2 laughed and responded with a clever "Silly Dog, always talking. Don't you know we can't understand you?"

"Yes, but -- "

"But nothing! You're a dog!" exclaimed Fred. "Both of you shut up, we're going fishing.

Fred, Fred 2, and Phydeaux returned to the house with their catch of 450 pounds of salmon after inadvertently driving through a plot hole the size of Kentucky. They then cooked the fish and ate them. Now your author seems to be out of things to make up, so this is therefore the end of the story. Is it happily ever after? I'll let you make that call. You're a mature responsible adult, right?

fin.

does it ever end?

August 21, 2002--
It's a great day out today. I'm stuck inside, but at least I'm next to a window breathing construction dust.
Everyone else has left for the day. Will I get to go home early? I hope so, I really need to get cracking on this business of packing. My grandmother tried to offer me guidelines for moving in; that was interesting to listen through. I just ran out of things to say, so here comes a token expository on cats.

Cats saw extensive use in ancient Egypt, where they were often employed as pets of royalty. More often than not, those lucky cats that were royal pets were treated with the same level -- if not a higher level -- of respect as the people for whom they were there. Yes that sentence ending IS gramatically correct.

From about 2000 BC to the middle ages, cats hid in trash bins in low income areas of cities. Eventually, during the plague, many found employment with psychotic old women who beat them against various objects such as the ground. When the talks between the feline union and old lady management broke down and turned hostile, the cats walked out and found a new activity to take part in: Heathen and Witch Assistantship Skill Refinement. Witches used the cats to let everyday average christians know that they were being crossed with bad luck. This worked out well; the cats were able to get out and excercise, and the people treated the cats with respect and admiration (even if from a distance).

One striking example of cats comes from Edgar Allen Poe's epic story about the black cat who got stuck in a wall.

Today, cats are once again associated with crazy old ladies, although the old lady management organization has since agreed to cease the senseless beatings and instead provide cats with large empty houses to use as they see fit. Cats are also frequently traded as stock through pet stores (djia: CAT +13.47 news).

Remember, have your pet spayed or neutered.

Sunday, August 28, 2005

Additional Valuable Stone

August 7, 2002--
I also discovered on my recent trip downstairs that the mystery wall with a door number now actually has a door that leads into Taliaferro hall. Will the wonders never cease?

Code Red Mountain Dew. I just want you all to know that.

Ferther jemlee itims

August 7, 2002--
===adding===
This weekend. I'm doing something fun. I don't know what, and I don't know when, but I'm going to do it. I like fun. I think I should go take pictures of the Bite and kick sign at Assateague island. Of course, I can probably not spell Assateague correctly, but whatever, this is the internet!

Another Gem

August 10, 2002--

In other news, I figured out that my Dad's incessant "go to the store, take the bottles back" was just his way of paying me my allowance. See, he pays fred meyer 5 cents per soda container. Then they stack up in the garage, and then I take them back somehow, and I get the money that's left over. So fred meyer is sort of a surrogate allowance system. See? I'm smart.

A blast from the past

So every time I use the blogger web interface, it reminds me of an endeavor of Liz's that I once took part in many many moons ago, yer mom.

I kind of miss it if only because it drove me to write more often, which I blame such pesky afflictions as "being a better writer" upon.

Anyway, all 400-some-odd posts are there, apparently begging me to go through them like I decided to tonight. This is awesome for you because I discovered the following post that I thought I'd share with you here.


August 30, 2002 --
WHEE COMCAST COMES TODAY! oh wait, between 7a and 7p. Never mind the whee, or maybe do mind it. I'm going through massive internet withdrawl... I RAN. I RAN OUTSIDE FOR LIKE A MILE AND A HALF. BECAUSE THERE WAS NOTHING ELSE TO DO. And actually, it did feel good, I do have to admit, but still... running! me! Oh and last night? Yeah, I was playing mariokart 64.

Okay, so I want to know what you all think about Super Dodgeball the NES game. Yes, the greatest NES game of all time. I mean, the game play is incredible. Each player has special moves! Moves Singluar! Also, the racial stereotyping is matched only by the World Church of the Creator's ill-conceived hate-literature. I was wondering to myself last night if I should be ashamed of the fact that I am a part of the last generation where stereotyping was so blatantly acceptable. Of course, when I Was A Kid, we could still say handicapped.

Oh, and another game that really caught my fancy last night in spite of the fact that I totally sucked at it: Bible Adventures. This game is actually three games in one cartridge! Yes, you too can experience the stories of Noah's Ark, Baby Moses and the Nile, and David and Goliath first hand in this great game. It is version 1.3 too! Noah's Ark is the best game of the three, as you play Noah who is trying to catch a pair of such animals as snakes, oxen, cows, horses, pigs, eagles, blue jays, blackbirds, hummingbirds, and even monkies! At your disposal is a basket, or perhaps a bale of hay, which you can use to knock out the animals that refuse to let you pick them up. Yay bible! Once you have picked up an animal (Noah can only hold four though (yes, you could in theory hold two cows and two oxen)), you are supposed to carry it to the "ark" which is really a big wooden structure that has been firmly attached to the ground. Apparently there are more than two levels, but I suck at the game so much I can only get about half the second level finished before I run out of life*.

Baby Moses is the second game, and it is second for Good Reason! You play the part of MosesMomma whose job it is to carry moses through the dangerous world of semi-pre-historic-Egypt. Tread Lightly, for sphE is a world filled with peril. Baby sized spiders roam freely and are capable of jumping over twice your height. There are trap doors underfoot, from which evil Egyptians will attempt to knock moses from your hands with rocks or something suspiciously shaped like rocks. There are also Egyptians just running around with spears, and they will poke you with those spears, causing you to drop Moses; it is at this point that they will throw Moses into the water, which I might add is quite inexplicable as there is no way to even fall into the water because there is a walkway that prevents you from doing this. There are two things about this game that are fun though; first, the baby Moses is easily thrown great distances. Second, there are randomly placed spring boards that allow you to sail to high altitudes and walk on the clouds! People really were specially gifted back then.

The final game is David and Goliath. This game also came in last place in my heart, as it has very little to do with its title and more to do with David randomly saving sheep by bringing them from their precarious mountaintops to a magically floating arrow near a fence. This arrow is meant to represent the entrance to a "corral" or "sheep herding fun zone," so named because upon touching the arrow, the sheep go flying. Beware, for the mansheeps who are gifted with horns will charge you, or simply touch you, not even necessarily with their ramhorns, and you will go flying much like the sheep at the flashing magic arrow! Beware in this portion of the game, for there are Lions, from whom you are supposedly saving the sheep. These lions are actually not capable of catching the sheep where they are standing, because the lions cannot climb trees or jump, unlike David. There are also thousands of squirrels running around. I have a feeling that the bible was completely wrong, and David was the king of the area To Be Known As The University Of Maryland, College Park Campus. Of course, this is blasphemy, much like the use of a magic floating and flashing arrow denoting a corral. Finally, at one point in the game (I am not making this up) there appears a squirrel sized (or "half david sized" as the squirrels are actually giants) brown animal that has the capacity to stand up and bare teeth. I am not certain what this animal is, but I am certain that touching it is a bad thing, because it causes sheep to go flying and you lose life*.

As one final addendum, life* is actually meant to be "commandment tablets." In all three games, you are given a supply of stone tablets much like those that bore the 10 commandments. Some are game suggestions, but most are bible quotes. If reading bible quotes gives you life energy, then Christianity really is where it's at.

Thank you and good friday happy time.

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As if the internet needed any more about this...

I hope my grandparents end up all right, they seem far enough away to avoid the major damage, but I am already deeply saddened by this:

EXTREMELY DANGEROUS HURRICANE KATRINA CONTINUES TO APPROACH THE
MISSISSIPPI RIVER DELTA


DEVASTATING DAMAGE EXPECTED

MOST OF THE AREA WILL BE UNINHABITABLE FOR WEEKS...PERHAPS LONGER. AT
LEAST ONE HALF OF WELL CONSTRUCTED HOMES WILL HAVE ROOF AND WALL
FAILURE. ALL GABLED ROOFS WILL FAIL...LEAVING THOSE HOMES SEVERELY
DAMAGED OR DESTROYED.

THE MAJORITY OF INDUSTRIAL BUILDINGS WILL BECOME NON FUNCTIONAL.
PARTIAL TO COMPLETE WALL AND ROOF FAILURE IS EXPECTED. ALL WOOD
FRAMED LOW RISING APARTMENT BUILDINGS WILL BE DESTROYED. CONCRETE
BLOCK LOW RISE APARTMENTS WILL SUSTAIN MAJOR DAMAGE...INCLUDING SOME
WALL AND ROOF FAILURE.

HIGH RISE OFFICE AND APARTMENT BUILDINGS WILL SWAY DANGEROUSLY...A
FEW TO THE POINT OF TOTAL COLLAPSE. ALL WINDOWS WILL BLOW OUT.

AIRBORNE DEBRIS WILL BE WIDESPREAD...AND MAY INCLUDE HEAVY ITEMS SUCH
AS HOUSEHOLD APPLIANCES AND EVEN LIGHT VEHICLES. SPORT UTILITY
VEHICLES AND LIGHT TRUCKS WILL BE MOVED. THE BLOWN DEBRIS WILL CREATE
ADDITIONAL DESTRUCTION. PERSONS...PETS...AND LIVESTOCK EXPOSED TO THE
WINDS WILL FACE CERTAIN DEATH IF STRUCK.

POWER OUTAGES WILL LAST FOR WEEKS...AS MOST POWER POLES WILL BE DOWN
AND TRANSFORMERS DESTROYED. WATER SHORTAGES WILL MAKE HUMAN SUFFERING
INCREDIBLE BY MODERN STANDARDS.

THE VAST MAJORITY OF NATIVE TREES WILL BE SNAPPED OR UPROOTED. ONLY
THE HEARTIEST WILL REMAIN STANDING...BUT BE TOTALLY DEFOLIATED. FEW
CROPS WILL REMAIN. LIVESTOCK LEFT EXPOSED TO THE WINDS WILL BE
KILLED.

AN INLAND HURRICANE WIND WATCH IS ISSUED WHEN SUSTAINED WINDS NEAR
HURRICANE FORCE...OR FREQUENT GUSTS AT OR ABOVE HURRICANE FORCE...ARE
POSSIBLE WITHIN THE NEXT 24 TO 36 HOURS.

I have never read anything quite that shocking before.

Best of luck, New Orleans.

Saturday, August 27, 2005

Hey look at that!

I made it harder to get here.

I apologize to those of you who know me for the crappy description boxes; I'm very lazy. That same excuse is also why my layout is... well, the same for each page. Because I'm lazy. BUT!

You love me. :-!

Anyway, let me know what you think, or whatever.

Oh yeah, if you want the full pop-up info effect, you'll have to use something that's not internet explorer. -- EDIT1!!! I've gone through everything in Safari, it all seems to work. That said, I went through things in Firefox, and I'm sad to report that some things don't work as intended in Mozilla. This means users of firefox, mozilla, camino, and any other gecko renderer will not see the main menu popups where you're supposed to. I cleaned up the code to the point where at least the boxes are wholly visible. Interestingly enough, IE degrades better than firefox does... anyway, whatever you want to use will work, but some of it looks a wee nib goofish in firefox.

enjoy.

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Ow my eyes

Okay, the menu page is done, the photography menu is done, and one of my photo galleries is also done.

That said, my eyes are killing me, so that's enough of that for tonight. I might be able to finish tomorrow. If not then, look for an all new content vortex on saturday.

You love me.

I tried an experiment

Well, you'll notice the tracky gizmo over there, maybe...

I'm stalking you?

Nah, but since I have actual visitors, I think I'm actually going to go ahead and finish working on my layout for you.

You're welcome, everyone.

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

More Pictures

So in my crusade to prove Techlab sucks, I took pictures. They did nothing for the goal, but both sets of five are nice.

MX Assortment
ZX-L Night photos

Both of those are ISO 400 film, the first is Kodak Professional Ultra Color, the second is Fujifilm Superia.

Wink!

Also dog.

Friday, August 12, 2005

Crap you don't care about

I'm turning into a metal head.

I bought an Impellitteri CD today. I don't know that it was worth 18 dollars, but it is quite good. I also bought the first Dream Theater album simply because it was 10 dollars. Uhh... yeah, good times. Two bass drums, pointless guitar solos... let me put it this way, I was mere moments away from purchasing an Yngwie J. Malmsteen album today, and i hate that guy so much it hurts to yell at him. Seriously, go read his FAQ, especially the part about the band he tours with.

Ugh.

And another thing, I'm sick of it. I don't even know what it is, I want to yell at something and I came in here to yell at it but I forgot what it was. I know I was angry at ghettowhitetrash at Arundel Mills. I was also angry at Route 108. I guess the whiskey took an edge off that. Go look at my pictures. I'm good at that and stuff. 9 votes makes me better than a lot of people, especially since I submitted so late in the game.

You know you love me.