The last couple of days have been very heavily drama-laden. Change has come, and it is most definitely not good. I have the day off tomorrow, and I’m feeling rather guilty leaving my new comrades to deal with the drama alone. So I’m going to post some happy things on my blog! I know most of them don’t read it, but hopefully somebody will.
Smile! Laugh! Decide that for the next five minutes, you’re not going to give a fuck what anybody else wants, and you’re going to be happy, dammit.
Check out this game: Merry Christmas from GROW!
Enjoy these wonderful sites:
http://cuteoverload.com/
http://kittenwar.com/
If you’ve got a lot of time to be bored or sad (or both,) do a Google Video search for “Fred Rogers.” You can’t listen to this man talk and not feel happy.
Watch the two happiest flashes in the whole world! one two
Listen to some music from Hackers! one two
Check out the archive of craaaazy work-safe wallpapers I set up.
And so it begins: Intelligent design ruled unconstitutional by Federal judge. This is really the news of the week. The ruling itself (which you can read here - yeah yeah yeah, PDF, I know, but goddamn, it’s like awesome given document form) has some really awesome quotes in it as well.
If everyone spoke this well, I’m fairly certain this debate would never have happened.
Both Defendants and many of the leading proponents of ID make a bedrock assumption which is utterly false. Their presupposition is that evolutionary theory is antithetical to a belief in the existence of a supreme being and to religion in general. Repeatedly in this trial, Plaintiffs’ scientific experts testified that the theory of evolution represents good science, is overwhelmingly accepted by the scientific community, and that it in no way conflicts with, nor does it deny, the existence of a divine creator.
To be sure, Darwin’s theory of evolution is imperfect. However, the fact that a scientific theory cannot yet render an explanation on every point should not be used as a pretext to thrust an untestable alternative hypothesis grounded in religion into the science classroom or to misrepresent well-established scientific propositions.
That said, I really don’t.
My nose has really been fucking with me today. It’s so stuffed-up and runny that I’m really glad I learned to touch-type, as I really wouldn’t be able to post without it. I can only see in bursts, and it’s making everything very un-fun. So tomorrow morning I find out if I get the job I really want or not. I’ve been rethinking and rethinking my interview and if I think about it any more I’m fairly certain somebody’s going to find me sitting here, holding my powerbook, headless, with bits of brain matter sticking semi-randomly to my ceiling and walls. So I’m assuming I have no idea what’s going to happen.
I keep trying to to think about what I’m going to do if I don’t get the job. Where should I go from here? Should I try and work my way up through the Cisco ranks? Go back to school? Take up a promising career managing a Taco Bell?
Truth be told, the only thing that I’m truly afraid of is the crushing depression that will follow if I don’t get anything at all.
My new Mac arrived today, safe and secure, via 3-day Ambrose Express. It’s fucking outstanding. Don’t ask me why I bought a four year old Mac, it’s just fucking oustanding. Say all the crap about the MDD macs you want, but IMO the Quicksilver is the ultimate refinement of that particular chassis, everything else is extravagance. It’s so unbelievably quiet, it’s hard to tell that it’s running.
I’ll try to post some pix soon, but I’m a little caught up….
Wait, before you ask, I have no idea how I did. I started the day thinking that I had done pretty well, had a pretty solid interview. By the time I got to the end of the day, I had picked apart every sentence, every syllable, until I’m pretty convinced I’m going to be fired by Tuesday. So I’ve no goddamn clue. I’m hoping for “sheer dumb luck” as this whole getting-a-job thing definitely falls outside of the few areas in which I have genuine expertise
Oh, and for the record, my only areas of expertise revolve around the following:
- using Dremels to
horribly mutilate fix computers
- watching crappy movies
- being pessimistic
Oh well, what’s the worst that could happen. I’d be stuck in the same job I’ve got now, only I’d have absolutely zero motivation to ever do anything. No, wait, I don’t want to think about that, because that really sucks. This is not helping.
To top ot all off, I’ve got a cold. So I’m not sure if I’m going to work or not tomorrow.
The depression’s coming early this week. Normally, I can hold it off until my usual breakdown on Sunday.
I know I have a few people who read this page occasionally. I know I spew a lot of bullshit. That’s what this page is for. I’d like to serve to educate a little, as well, and to that end I suggest you take a few minutes out of your day and read this:
“What You Can’t Say” by Paul Graham.
Longtime readers will recognize this, yes, I have posted this before. It was just a little over two years ago. I think I’m gonna make posting it an annual tradition. Having read a number of papers and articles in my lifetime, I can honestly say that I can count on one hand the number of times a paper has hit me with that “This is exactly what I want to fucking say” feeling. This is one of those few, and I believe it is the best of them.
I think I’m going to print out a few copies and take them to work.
