This week was going so well until yesterday. Whizzed through my EE lab, ripped up the homework, then proceeded to calculus where I did my quiz, homework and self-study with alacrity. Dropped by the Polya and aced my trig test. And then Wednesday night hit, and the shit started hitting the fan like some jackass with a shit-Tommy Gun was pumping round after round of .30-0shit rounds in the direction of the oscillating blades.
Event 1: Mr. Rogers dies. Well, he didn’t die Wednesday night. I found out he was dead Wednesday night. Mr. Rogers was a bit of a hero of mine, as I would imagine he was for a lot of people.
Event 2: The UofI ITS once again decides to remind us that living on-campus bears very little resemblance to real ife, when they, without any explanation, turn off yet another large chunk of our Internet access. Frankly, I’m surprised that FTP works.
Press on to today, when I step out to go to Bob’s for dinner and find out through Dave that his Counter-Strike was not working online anymore, and that nobody he’d talked to could get online either. After trying the same thing on my machine, Furby’s rig and consulting the local Day of Defeat players, we had just about conceeded that ITS had fucked us once again and turned off Half-Life. Of course somebody had to suggest that it might be a problem with WON, and get on the Counter-Strike.net forums and verify that. Just about the time you’ve got a good panic going, somebody pisses on your brush fire.
In the midst of all this, UI Facilities installed new showerheads in all the showers in McConnell Hall. It’s about time, and only a month after our request. Pretty decent turnaround for corporate, if you ask me. Now if only ITS would take a lesson from them and start treating us like the customers we are instead of acting like they are performing miracles for our benefit. We’re paying for the shit, let us use it.
Good news coming up: Saturday evening is our first official North Idaho/Eastern Washington goonmeet. Tomorrow, we bowl! It’s kickin rad! We’re going to party hard! Catchphrase! Overused catchphrase! Incredibly retarted catchphrase x2!
Well, that’s it, BitTorrent doesn’t work on campus anymore.
Thanks, guys, for taking away my last form of stress relief.
I can’t believe I pay you assholes for this worthless connection.
Let this be a lesson to you, kids: if you’re thinking of staying on-campus, and you are interested in anything computer-related (i.e. you’re going to be using the Internet a lot) do not ever stay on campus. Here in Moscow, a shitty little room on-campus costs easily as much as a small 2-bedroom, plus utilities and food. So let this be a lesson to you: if you value your money, stay off-campus. It’s way cheaper and it will save your sanity as well.
I had a test last week in discrete math.My discrete prof goes to extreme lengths to tell us about our test, right down to the fact that he actually told us about a couple of problems that would be on the test nearly word-for-word. They were fairly simple problems (one, in fact, was so mindlessly easy that it took about a second to do.) Well, some people (including a friend of mine) mist it. And he didn’t do it on purpose. Sometimes you just forget things. I made a couple of really simple mistakes in the same vein- I made a dumb error and as such I lost points for it.
I’m not blaming anyone, it was my fault alone. I made a silly error and I’m not asking anyone to account for it except for me.
Continue reading “Are we just a bunch of losers or something?”
that’s ‘fucking’ as modifier, not verb.
So I’m sitting here digesting brunch from Bob’s, staring at my brand-spankin-new set of Chessex dice thinking “Damn, those really are red,” when I spy my camera case. And you know what I had to do then.
And as always, wallpaper-sized. Big. If you’re on 56K, go get another cup.
d20 by itself
d20, d4, & d8
d20, version 2
failing to do is is my greatest regret! HA AHAH AHAHAa aha… yeah.
The d20 alone didn’t turn out quite like I wanted - it seemed to be rather difficult to get an in-focus closeup of it. I think I needed more light… but I’m not going to get it. I need another lamp. Oh well, more stuff for me to pick up over spring break.
It’s pouring snow outside. I mean pouring fucking snow. Huge flakes the size of basketballs swirling around in some kind of phantom tornado. The air currents get really weird between these two big buildings. (There’s something you’d never see in Twin Falls.) I love looking at snow, and thankfully now that I don’t have to deal with it I can enjoy it. Now if it waasn’t quite so cold…
Adam’s practicing his clarinet again. it’s always kind of nice, makes the place feel downright civilized if only for a few minutes.
Back to failing to understand the latest discrete math assignment. mOre later.
No, really, it is. No bullshit.
So I’ve been in a really crappy mood last week. No money, no clue about homework, no desire to keep doing it. Well, today has actually been going well.
I got my Discrete Math test back and I got an 89. If I can get grades like that for the other three tests I will be wonderfully happy. Had I not made my normal suite of stupid mistakes, it would have been an A.
I found somebody that could help me out with my Digital homework. That should help me, maybe I can actually get a passing grade in the class. I’m still not holding my breath.
And I got a package of Cloverhill donuts from the vending machine downstairs. Seriously, what’s in these things, crack? Cloverhill bakery stuff is the hands-down best packaged bakery stuff in existance. The scary part is that on their website they say the donuts have a shelf life of 30 days, which means they must have more preservatives per cubic inch than Michael Jackson’s body.
Oh well, back to the old grind.
So today, I timidly queried my bank’s online banking service to see just how little I had in my account.
And I found out.
It seems, after I pay my car insurance and taxes, I will have around $150 left. That’s $150.
Your challenge for today is to figure out how to feed me and pay for my gas for the next 2.5 months using only $150. Go.
So if this works, I can sit here on my uber-l33t OSX desktop and type in stuff to put on my blog without ever having to open the web interface. I found out a lot of things about apple’s XML handler too. First one being, it’s not particularly versatile - notice I had to take the neat U-with-the-umlaut out of my title before it would let me retrieve my log data. Oh well.
Continue reading “First post using Kung-Log”
These lyrics hit a little too close to home, I guess
He seemed no different from the rest
Just a healthy normal boy
His mama always did her best
And he was daddy’s pride and joy
Continue reading “I am really, really freaked out right now”
So I drink a little bit last night. Okay, I drink quite a bit last night. Anyway, I stumble home early this morning and pass out, and dream the sleep that only drunk people and innocents have. I don’t know why my dreams are peaceful when I drink. I still don’t understand it. Anyway, I was dreaming about bunnies.
You heard me.
Think Discovery Channel style documentary. Bunnies. Yeah. Anyway, so I’m dreaming about bunnies and one of the bunnies makes this odd ‘clicking’ sound.
It’s a dream, remember?
Anyway, the narrator is going on about how this type of bunny doesn’t squeal or whine but rather it only makes this clicking sound. And then my brain switches on.
Continue reading “Life continues to rain shit”
Motonony is life. Monotony defines life. Everything you have done, currently do, or will do will eventually become a monotonous boring routine. This is the way it is, unless you are (rich, imaginative, have a good lawyer; pick a minimum of two)
All I want to do is break the monotony. Aside from one break to get my hair cut, I have literally been doing math homework since about 7:00 P.M. last Sunday. I’m still three assignments behind in calculus. I should be doing math homework right now but I’m just too damned depressed to even look at it anymore. I don’t understand it and I can’t convince myself to care, so it isn’t getting done. All I do now is just do math, with the occasional break to go fail an engineering test.
Daria was right.
Life sucks no matter what, so don’t be fooled by location changes.
