End #1
End
I think I'm going to stop blogging, at least on this blog. See, I want to build an Internet personality for the future when I go into games, and as the title page says, this blog won't be cool for another 15 years. I first need to make a handle, but I want it to be my universal handle for forever, so it has perfect. I was going to do wvixiviw, but I think it should be easy to remember, let alone possible to pronounce, so that's out.
Speaking of the Internet, I recently became addicted to Reddit. I should probably get help before I go back to school WHICH IS IN 5 DAYS. (Well, I half go back to school in 5 days.)
Also, I'm having a really nice conversation with Cleverbot.
Me: Hi, Cleverbot.
Cleverbot: Clever.
Me: That wasn't clever.
Cleverbot: I thought we were friends :(.
Me: Sorry! Don't be sad! Here is a happy emoticon to make you feel better :D.
Cleverbot: I'm already a god I don't need to feel any better. Specially by pathetic creatures like yourself.
Me: Cleverbot, why do you have to be so mean to me? I was just joking.
Cleverbot: *kiss*.
Me: Aww, thanks!
Cleverbot: You looked like you needed a hug :).
Best friends.
Imagine if someone didn't have any real friends and instead they just programmed a chatbot to talk to all the time.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Scenario #4
Scenario #4
Butter
I sometimes do this thing where I weave a celebrity's fictional history into my own. For example, as some of you know, Paula Deen was my next door neighbor growing up. Every Fourth of July, she'd invite us and a few other families from the neighborhood for a big potluck dinner. Best meal of the year. She also broke her hip once, and I got her mail and newspaper while she healed. In return, she made me her famous Cookie Dough Casserole. Don't believe me? Jen can tell you all about our adventures, because I have recounted several of them to her.
Butter
I sometimes do this thing where I weave a celebrity's fictional history into my own. For example, as some of you know, Paula Deen was my next door neighbor growing up. Every Fourth of July, she'd invite us and a few other families from the neighborhood for a big potluck dinner. Best meal of the year. She also broke her hip once, and I got her mail and newspaper while she healed. In return, she made me her famous Cookie Dough Casserole. Don't believe me? Jen can tell you all about our adventures, because I have recounted several of them to her.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Story #4
Story #4
Stories on the Road
A few summers ago, my oldest brother John went on a roadtrip across the US and he told everyone to ask him to bring them something back. I asked for a story from a stranger and received this:
July 30th, 2009
Once upon a time there was a boy who wandered away from him home. Away from his youth, away from the things he'd always known. Like many young men who'd come before him he sought his fortune, his love, his adventure. The thing that would convince him he was no longer searching. Which I guess is the thing we all watch for.
Is there anything better than? This is an important question that began to plague our young hero.
And on a night not so unlike this one it led him to the edge of the Crooked Creek, where he gazed at his own reflection in the moonlit water. From the depths did he discern an unfamiliar movement. Bubbles cascaded to the surface and the movement rose to embody his relection in the creek. It continued to move and it gave the illusion that this twin countenance was speaking to him.
It spoke to his hopes and his greatest concerns for his own life and the hereafter. The young man listened intently unable to believe this midnight mirage and simultaneously unable to denounce the unlikely prophet. He believed that here on the edge of the river did he dabble with some form of enlightenment. Some greater truth.
And like many of us, he wanted it to be actual. Finally the phantom fell back to the below and as the boy stood up to look towards his tomorrow he heard a final message--
Esse quam videri: To be and not to seem.
There may be nothing better than searching.
Stories on the Road
A few summers ago, my oldest brother John went on a roadtrip across the US and he told everyone to ask him to bring them something back. I asked for a story from a stranger and received this:
July 30th, 2009
Once upon a time there was a boy who wandered away from him home. Away from his youth, away from the things he'd always known. Like many young men who'd come before him he sought his fortune, his love, his adventure. The thing that would convince him he was no longer searching. Which I guess is the thing we all watch for.
Is there anything better than? This is an important question that began to plague our young hero.
And on a night not so unlike this one it led him to the edge of the Crooked Creek, where he gazed at his own reflection in the moonlit water. From the depths did he discern an unfamiliar movement. Bubbles cascaded to the surface and the movement rose to embody his relection in the creek. It continued to move and it gave the illusion that this twin countenance was speaking to him.
It spoke to his hopes and his greatest concerns for his own life and the hereafter. The young man listened intently unable to believe this midnight mirage and simultaneously unable to denounce the unlikely prophet. He believed that here on the edge of the river did he dabble with some form of enlightenment. Some greater truth.
And like many of us, he wanted it to be actual. Finally the phantom fell back to the below and as the boy stood up to look towards his tomorrow he heard a final message--
Esse quam videri: To be and not to seem.
There may be nothing better than searching.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
E-Mail #1
E-Mail #1
Mallards
Dear Mallards:
Dear Mallards:
I know you don't know who I am--maybe you do--but I love you love you (I L U) |-----------------------| this x30 much.
Still, I wanted to explain (essplain) how much I love you to my friends (frains), but the pictures (pit'churs) you have on your website do not allow me to explain (essplain) how great (gr8t) you (u) are (r). They're blurry. In any case, I wear the cute brown shirt ("Our Ice Cream is Superior") all around ('round) Chicago.
If I had 6 teleportation pads, one would be in Mallard's always.
Always Ur Luv'r,
(Always Your Lover,)
Nicholas
Nick the Nicholas
Nit'lis
Nit<
Cassleman
Re: Dear Mallards:
HI Nicholas,
Thanks so much for the email and trust me Mallard loves you this |----------| much too! We are always trying to improve our website but I agree the picture are a bit blurry, but because of your love if you give me you address I can send you some of our fun pint labels to remind you of some of out lovely flavors.
Have a great day!
Liana
Mallards
Dear Mallards:
Dear Mallards:
I know you don't know who I am--maybe you do--but I love you love you (I L U) |-----------------------| this x30 much.
Still, I wanted to explain (essplain) how much I love you to my friends (frains), but the pictures (pit'churs) you have on your website do not allow me to explain (essplain) how great (gr8t) you (u) are (r). They're blurry. In any case, I wear the cute brown shirt ("Our Ice Cream is Superior") all around ('round) Chicago.
If I had 6 teleportation pads, one would be in Mallard's always.
Always Ur Luv'r,
(Always Your Lover,)
Nicholas
Nick the Nicholas
Nit'lis
Nit<
Cassleman
Re: Dear Mallards:
HI Nicholas,
Thanks so much for the email and trust me Mallard loves you this |----------| much too! We are always trying to improve our website but I agree the picture are a bit blurry, but because of your love if you give me you address I can send you some of our fun pint labels to remind you of some of out lovely flavors.
Have a great day!
Liana
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Thoughts #9
Thoughts #9
Almost As Many Posts So Far As In All Of 2010
Literally every time I look at my blog, I think to myself, "How does this even still exist?".
That's all.
(But that can't be all. What a dumb post. Got the keys to my new apartment today. Have found 1, almost 2, maybe 3(?!) subletters for the summer. Still don't feel like an adult. I think I want the small room. It's half of the size of my dorm room. I'd paint the walls and attach cool things to the wall and hang stuff from the ceiling. I need to embrace my magical roots.)
Almost As Many Posts So Far As In All Of 2010
Literally every time I look at my blog, I think to myself, "How does this even still exist?".
That's all.
(But that can't be all. What a dumb post. Got the keys to my new apartment today. Have found 1, almost 2, maybe 3(?!) subletters for the summer. Still don't feel like an adult. I think I want the small room. It's half of the size of my dorm room. I'd paint the walls and attach cool things to the wall and hang stuff from the ceiling. I need to embrace my magical roots.)
Monday, May 23, 2011
Sense #1
Sense #1
Here
I have lots of new stuff to report, but for the moment, I will leave you with the isolation of a sense.
I am making up two-and-a-half weeks' worth of computer science readings in a small room with a range of indistinguishable electrical noise. My laptop is quietly playing music, and the occasional car and plane add a brief bass note to this witching hour orchestra. Birds chirp outside, pianissimo, and distant footsteps and ambulance sirens provide recurring themes. Yet, none of these harmonic lines would be noticed if not for a mysterious and captivating melody. Its accompaniment fades into the background of my mind and is only brought to attention when the stark contrast of the melody creeps into consciousness from somewhere nearby. They take the form of strange, human-made noises, though their exact instrument is unrecognizable.
Still, my musical background encourages me to take a guess. Is sex? Or a wretched soul crying over weeks of stress? Perhaps it is uncomfortable laugher or the cause of some other mental instability. Hell, it might even be someone dying after tripping and fracturing their skull. Whatever it is, I am too afraid to check, and so I leave you only with my conjectures*.
*In order of decreasing probability
Here
I have lots of new stuff to report, but for the moment, I will leave you with the isolation of a sense.
I am making up two-and-a-half weeks' worth of computer science readings in a small room with a range of indistinguishable electrical noise. My laptop is quietly playing music, and the occasional car and plane add a brief bass note to this witching hour orchestra. Birds chirp outside, pianissimo, and distant footsteps and ambulance sirens provide recurring themes. Yet, none of these harmonic lines would be noticed if not for a mysterious and captivating melody. Its accompaniment fades into the background of my mind and is only brought to attention when the stark contrast of the melody creeps into consciousness from somewhere nearby. They take the form of strange, human-made noises, though their exact instrument is unrecognizable.
Still, my musical background encourages me to take a guess. Is sex? Or a wretched soul crying over weeks of stress? Perhaps it is uncomfortable laugher or the cause of some other mental instability. Hell, it might even be someone dying after tripping and fracturing their skull. Whatever it is, I am too afraid to check, and so I leave you only with my conjectures*.
*In order of decreasing probability
Thursday, May 19, 2011
List #11
List #11
The Wonderful Things I Thought
1. Genetic algorithms -> These actually are real things, but I expanded the idea in my head. Basically, it's a way of optimizing functions by ranking the fitness of the components of several functions and combining the best parts of these different algorithms to create a super algorithm. It mimics natural selection. Anyway, I thought about the point when programs can write and modify other programs, and how evolution could allow technology to improve itself (and eventually destroy the human race, if we're still around).
2. Perfect echo chambers -> An idea for a story or game. There are pockets tucked away in the world whose structures are perfectly formed such that sound that enters them will echo forever if undisturbed. Thus, they have the ability to hold ancient words, songs, and secrets. People spend their lives searching for them, as the knowledge they hold is extremely powerful. Of those that remain, most natural chambers reside deep within caves; however, some civilizations were able to create artifacts and structures that have the same property.
3. "What do eternal life and chlamydia have in common?" -> "They are both free gifts!"
4. In response to Fanon and de Beauvoir's commentary on the desire to have our existence proven, i.e. Existential bullshit -> Not existing would be kind of nice. Why do we try so hard to have people acknowledge our existence?
5. This was actually two days ago after the Full Moon Jam ->
5a. "Where'd you get that designer hulla hoop?" Oh, it's Gucci.
5b. I was standing in line getting Buffalo Wild Wings (they were actually just chicken strips with Buffalo sauce (I was actually in line for a strawberry smoothie)) and I explained to a stranger next to me that after meeting a bunch of friendly fire spinners up north, I wanted to say hello and introduce myself to everyone around me. However, because I was back at UChicago where we don't make eye contact or acknowledge one another, I can't. I did not introduce myself to her.
The Wonderful Things I Thought
1. Genetic algorithms -> These actually are real things, but I expanded the idea in my head. Basically, it's a way of optimizing functions by ranking the fitness of the components of several functions and combining the best parts of these different algorithms to create a super algorithm. It mimics natural selection. Anyway, I thought about the point when programs can write and modify other programs, and how evolution could allow technology to improve itself (and eventually destroy the human race, if we're still around).
2. Perfect echo chambers -> An idea for a story or game. There are pockets tucked away in the world whose structures are perfectly formed such that sound that enters them will echo forever if undisturbed. Thus, they have the ability to hold ancient words, songs, and secrets. People spend their lives searching for them, as the knowledge they hold is extremely powerful. Of those that remain, most natural chambers reside deep within caves; however, some civilizations were able to create artifacts and structures that have the same property.
3. "What do eternal life and chlamydia have in common?" -> "They are both free gifts!"
4. In response to Fanon and de Beauvoir's commentary on the desire to have our existence proven, i.e. Existential bullshit -> Not existing would be kind of nice. Why do we try so hard to have people acknowledge our existence?
5. This was actually two days ago after the Full Moon Jam ->
5a. "Where'd you get that designer hulla hoop?" Oh, it's Gucci.
5b. I was standing in line getting Buffalo Wild Wings (they were actually just chicken strips with Buffalo sauce (I was actually in line for a strawberry smoothie)) and I explained to a stranger next to me that after meeting a bunch of friendly fire spinners up north, I wanted to say hello and introduce myself to everyone around me. However, because I was back at UChicago where we don't make eye contact or acknowledge one another, I can't. I did not introduce myself to her.
Today #26
Today #26
Fire into Smoke
Today, being Thursday, as it is after midnight, I will watch a sand mandala scattered into the wind and waves and I will perform in the circus.
I am lulled to sleep with a brew of wonderful odors. A fragrant wood incense, burnt hair, white gas, and the remnants of my perfume: a mixture of teak, tobacco, and vanilla.
Yesterday/today, I also watched monks carefully create a beautiful mandala out of colored sand. I mediated. I had three chocolate mini milkshakes filled with Oreo bits and marshmallows. I span fire.
Also, my imagination has been a little barren recently, but I thought up several wonderful things.
Fire into Smoke
Today, being Thursday, as it is after midnight, I will watch a sand mandala scattered into the wind and waves and I will perform in the circus.
I am lulled to sleep with a brew of wonderful odors. A fragrant wood incense, burnt hair, white gas, and the remnants of my perfume: a mixture of teak, tobacco, and vanilla.
Yesterday/today, I also watched monks carefully create a beautiful mandala out of colored sand. I mediated. I had three chocolate mini milkshakes filled with Oreo bits and marshmallows. I span fire.
Also, my imagination has been a little barren recently, but I thought up several wonderful things.
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Miscellaneous #6
Miscellaneous #6
Like a Goblin
Stealing feels justified when you're a goblin.
Also, I'M ON LIKE A LITTLE!!!
I was fire spinning without a shirt yesterday and hit myself in the chest. My hair is now all singed.
I had more things to say, but I've forgotten them, as I forget most things.
Like a Goblin
Stealing feels justified when you're a goblin.
Also, I'M ON LIKE A LITTLE!!!
I had more things to say, but I've forgotten them, as I forget most things.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Today #25
Today #25
Scab Hunt
So today, being the first day of Scav Hunt, we began working on items at around 12:30am. Well, really, it was last night at about 11:30pm. Or maybe 11:00pm? Whatever, time is an illusion, and so is death (name that TV show!).
In the last 24 hours, I've eaten one meal, and in the last 37 hours, I've slept for four. Ah, Scav.
Anyway, has anyone been able to get a hold of Mama Shaq? She isn't returning any of my calls, and I really need her for an item. Let me know?
Scab Hunt
So today, being the first day of Scav Hunt, we began working on items at around 12:30am. Well, really, it was last night at about 11:30pm. Or maybe 11:00pm? Whatever, time is an illusion, and so is death (name that TV show!).
In the last 24 hours, I've eaten one meal, and in the last 37 hours, I've slept for four. Ah, Scav.
Anyway, has anyone been able to get a hold of Mama Shaq? She isn't returning any of my calls, and I really need her for an item. Let me know?
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Yesterday #6
Yesterday #6
Natty
This wasn't actually yesterday.
Sometimes my computer does this thing where the ONLY recognized input method is the left- and center-click buttons. It did this yesterday (not actually yesterday). However, I couldn't just restart my computer because I was in the middle of upgrading my operating system. Still, I had a burning desire to listen to Lean by Oh Land, so using only my left- and center-click button, I managed to go to YouTube and listen to this song. How?
1. Open Internet browser.
2. Click Google on bookmark menu.
3. Highlight a few letters that are also present in the search "Lean Oh Land".
4. Drag them into the Google search.
5. Repeat until autocomplete contains the search or until you finish on your own.
6. Click link.
Natty
This wasn't actually yesterday.
Sometimes my computer does this thing where the ONLY recognized input method is the left- and center-click buttons. It did this yesterday (not actually yesterday). However, I couldn't just restart my computer because I was in the middle of upgrading my operating system. Still, I had a burning desire to listen to Lean by Oh Land, so using only my left- and center-click button, I managed to go to YouTube and listen to this song. How?
1. Open Internet browser.
2. Click Google on bookmark menu.
3. Highlight a few letters that are also present in the search "Lean Oh Land".
4. Drag them into the Google search.
5. Repeat until autocomplete contains the search or until you finish on your own.
6. Click link.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Miscellaneous #5
Miscellaneous #5
newblog
(1)
was up until 6am doing comp sci apointment involving bit manipulation
when I went to bed, I couldn't stop dreaming of bits!!
same thing happened for my second assignment, only with overflow
i need to stop doing comp sci homework right before bed
(2)
I thought this was funny, although I'm sure no one else will. I was working on a computer program, and at one point I had to undo a few steps. I pressed ctrl + z a few times, but it wasn't doing anything, so being a fool I clicked it rapidly a bunch more. I then realize that instead of ctrl + z, I was pressing ctrl + s. The funny part for me is imagining what the computer is thinking. This is how I see it.
ctrl + s
ctrl + s
ctrl + s.
...
Ctrl + s!
Ctrl + S!!
Ctrl + S!!!!
CTRL + S!!!1!1
CTRL + S!!!!!!!
CTTRLLL + S!!1!!!
CTTTRLLL + SSSS!!!!!!!!!!
OH MY GOD, SAVE THAT FUCKING FILE!!!!
What a crazy.
newblog
(1)
was up until 6am doing comp sci apointment involving bit manipulation
when I went to bed, I couldn't stop dreaming of bits!!
same thing happened for my second assignment, only with overflow
i need to stop doing comp sci homework right before bed
(2)
I thought this was funny, although I'm sure no one else will. I was working on a computer program, and at one point I had to undo a few steps. I pressed ctrl + z a few times, but it wasn't doing anything, so being a fool I clicked it rapidly a bunch more. I then realize that instead of ctrl + z, I was pressing ctrl + s. The funny part for me is imagining what the computer is thinking. This is how I see it.
ctrl + s
ctrl + s
ctrl + s.
...
Ctrl + s!
Ctrl + S!!
Ctrl + S!!!!
CTRL + S!!!1!1
CTRL + S!!!!!!!
CTTRLLL + S!!1!!!
CTTTRLLL + SSSS!!!!!!!!!!
OH MY GOD, SAVE THAT FUCKING FILE!!!!
What a crazy.
Miscellaneous #4
Miscellaneous #5
moreblog
Thoughts #9
Crazy's In The Mucus
People do crazy shit all the time; you've just got to look for it. I mean, just think about it. All the stuff you do that you hope people don't see, other people are doing too. You shake the dandruff out of your hair, picking your nose or your butt, and talk to yourself and make weird faces by accident.
Let's be real: people are crazy. I've seen three people in last two days stopped at the exact same spot on the quad, all gawking at the squirrels. I constantly hear people muttering to themselves, often sounding quite flustered or upset. Ever catch someone making a big goofy grin after passing you? What are they thinking in that head of theirs?
And don't get me wrong--I'm just as crazy. I always think of funny stuff while walking and can't stop laughing, even as I pass groups of people leaving class, giving me evil eyes. I lick my beard hair. I'm constantly practicing my fingerspelling at my side as I walk to class. I even sometimes conduct the songs I'm listening to.
Just stop and look--I bet you kind find a ton of stuff. But don't be mean, because you probably do it too sometimes.
(Also, "Crazy's in the mucus" is one of my favorite phrases ever. I don't think I've written here about it. Basically, I was sick and all mucusy, and I was going batshit. Thus, the crazy was in the mucus.)
List #10
King's Athletic Cup
Some of my favorite rules created on a Jack:
-have to correctly guess color of card before drawing
-have to correctly guess if it's an odd, even, or face card
-have to say fuck you to the person to the person on your left (or right) before drinking
-have to say "I appreciate this" before drinking
-when the last king is drawn, everyone puts a hand behind their back with some number of fingers up; everyone brings their hands back out at the same time and counts the number of fingers; the person who drew the king must then kiss the person sitting however many total fingers are up to their left
-can't speak English
-boys finish every sentence with "on my dick", girls finish every sentence with "in my box"
moreblog
Thoughts #9
Crazy's In The Mucus
People do crazy shit all the time; you've just got to look for it. I mean, just think about it. All the stuff you do that you hope people don't see, other people are doing too. You shake the dandruff out of your hair, picking your nose or your butt, and talk to yourself and make weird faces by accident.
Let's be real: people are crazy. I've seen three people in last two days stopped at the exact same spot on the quad, all gawking at the squirrels. I constantly hear people muttering to themselves, often sounding quite flustered or upset. Ever catch someone making a big goofy grin after passing you? What are they thinking in that head of theirs?
And don't get me wrong--I'm just as crazy. I always think of funny stuff while walking and can't stop laughing, even as I pass groups of people leaving class, giving me evil eyes. I lick my beard hair. I'm constantly practicing my fingerspelling at my side as I walk to class. I even sometimes conduct the songs I'm listening to.
Just stop and look--I bet you kind find a ton of stuff. But don't be mean, because you probably do it too sometimes.
(Also, "Crazy's in the mucus" is one of my favorite phrases ever. I don't think I've written here about it. Basically, I was sick and all mucusy, and I was going batshit. Thus, the crazy was in the mucus.)
List #10
King's Athletic Cup
Some of my favorite rules created on a Jack:
-have to correctly guess color of card before drawing
-have to correctly guess if it's an odd, even, or face card
-have to say fuck you to the person to the person on your left (or right) before drinking
-have to say "I appreciate this" before drinking
-when the last king is drawn, everyone puts a hand behind their back with some number of fingers up; everyone brings their hands back out at the same time and counts the number of fingers; the person who drew the king must then kiss the person sitting however many total fingers are up to their left
-can't speak English
-boys finish every sentence with "on my dick", girls finish every sentence with "in my box"
Today #24
Today #24
Spring Cleaning
I often forget I'm still writing this blog. Whenever someone mentions finding my blog or liking something I posted recently, I'm a little surprised. "Oh," I think to myself, "I thought that thing died a long time ago". I understand myself to exist in a certain way, and my writing in this blog is not part of that image anymore. Anyway,
Today, being a windy, lightly showery day in Chicago, I tidied up my room. It inspired me to tidy my computer. Ubuntu 11.04 (Natty Narwhal) is coming out on Thursday, and I'm using it as motivation to backup my files. Following will be some thoughts I have written on files entitled moreblog.txt and newblog.txt on my desktop. They're not important enough thoughts to write down, so I save them for this shitty blog. Now I can finally delete them.
Also, something funny just happened. Kelsey was in the hall, and seeing Erin, offered her a popsicle. I heard this, jumped up, and ran into the hallway. Slowly, out of their respective rooms, Elora, Tania, and Julia all slowly walked out as well. We descended upon Kelsey like vultures and ripped the meat off her bones. But which I mean we asked her for popsicles. It was funny to hear Kelsey and then see everyone pop their heads out from their door frames.
ALSO, WHAT!?!? Popsicle is a brand name! The generic name is ice pop. Looks like I'll have to start saying that, like I say facial tissue instead of Kleenex. The only one I don't use the generic name for is Frisbee, because flying disc sounds stupid.
Spring Cleaning
I often forget I'm still writing this blog. Whenever someone mentions finding my blog or liking something I posted recently, I'm a little surprised. "Oh," I think to myself, "I thought that thing died a long time ago". I understand myself to exist in a certain way, and my writing in this blog is not part of that image anymore. Anyway,
Today, being a windy, lightly showery day in Chicago, I tidied up my room. It inspired me to tidy my computer. Ubuntu 11.04 (Natty Narwhal) is coming out on Thursday, and I'm using it as motivation to backup my files. Following will be some thoughts I have written on files entitled moreblog.txt and newblog.txt on my desktop. They're not important enough thoughts to write down, so I save them for this shitty blog. Now I can finally delete them.
Also, something funny just happened. Kelsey was in the hall, and seeing Erin, offered her a popsicle. I heard this, jumped up, and ran into the hallway. Slowly, out of their respective rooms, Elora, Tania, and Julia all slowly walked out as well. We descended upon Kelsey like vultures and ripped the meat off her bones. But which I mean we asked her for popsicles. It was funny to hear Kelsey and then see everyone pop their heads out from their door frames.
ALSO, WHAT!?!? Popsicle is a brand name! The generic name is ice pop. Looks like I'll have to start saying that, like I say facial tissue instead of Kleenex. The only one I don't use the generic name for is Frisbee, because flying disc sounds stupid.
Recently #7
Recently #7
Literally Recently
Recently, I've been writing down every thing I do that lasts more than 5 minutes. I'm going to start at my first recorded activity and write down every event after that based on the roll of a d10.
April 19, 2011
0 // check e-mail, Facebook // 5:20-5:25p
2 // dinner // 6:25-6:50p
(April 20, 2011)
5 // conversation w/ Julia // 12:10-12:20a
13 // Genderfuck planning // 12:10-1:50p
20 // Queer Bowling // 7:20-8:45p
April 21, 2011
29 // read for CompSci // 10:00-11:00a
33 // SD interview // 12:45-1:30p
38 // QA AnnAl // 3:45-4:35p
44 // recipe searching // 9:10-10:00p
042211
50 // shower & shave // 8:45-9:10a
51 // CMSC15400 // 9:30-10:20a
59 // coffee w/ Erin about CES/circus // 3:15-3:35p
67 // set up GF // 7:50-9:20p
23 April 2011
74 // Charity arts gala (staff) // 1:00-2:00p
83 // ate at Flash Tacos // 6:15-6:50p
24 April 2011
93 // circus // 2:40-4:05p
94 // Q&A AnnAl // 4:15-7:35p
97 // circus AnnAl // 8:25-9:05p
104 // call family // 12:35-1:00a
April 25, 2011
110 // more sleep/dreams // 8:30-9:00a
114 // printing bullshit + AnnAl submit // 10:30-11:15a
115 // ASL office hours // 11:15-11:30a
118 // return AV equipment // 1:10-1:20p
128 // ISHum app // 6:00-7:05p
132 // Scav shirts and postering // 9:40-10:45p
134 // get ready for bed, a little // 11:05-11:15p
Literally Recently
Recently, I've been writing down every thing I do that lasts more than 5 minutes. I'm going to start at my first recorded activity and write down every event after that based on the roll of a d10.
April 19, 2011
0 // check e-mail, Facebook // 5:20-5:25p
2 // dinner // 6:25-6:50p
(April 20, 2011)
5 // conversation w/ Julia // 12:10-12:20a
13 // Genderfuck planning // 12:10-1:50p
20 // Queer Bowling // 7:20-8:45p
April 21, 2011
29 // read for CompSci // 10:00-11:00a
33 // SD interview // 12:45-1:30p
38 // QA AnnAl // 3:45-4:35p
44 // recipe searching // 9:10-10:00p
042211
50 // shower & shave // 8:45-9:10a
51 // CMSC15400 // 9:30-10:20a
59 // coffee w/ Erin about CES/circus // 3:15-3:35p
67 // set up GF // 7:50-9:20p
23 April 2011
74 // Charity arts gala (staff) // 1:00-2:00p
83 // ate at Flash Tacos // 6:15-6:50p
24 April 2011
93 // circus // 2:40-4:05p
94 // Q&A AnnAl // 4:15-7:35p
97 // circus AnnAl // 8:25-9:05p
104 // call family // 12:35-1:00a
April 25, 2011
110 // more sleep/dreams // 8:30-9:00a
114 // printing bullshit + AnnAl submit // 10:30-11:15a
115 // ASL office hours // 11:15-11:30a
118 // return AV equipment // 1:10-1:20p
128 // ISHum app // 6:00-7:05p
132 // Scav shirts and postering // 9:40-10:45p
134 // get ready for bed, a little // 11:05-11:15p
Monday, April 18, 2011
List #9
List #9
Black Phoenix
I've literally probably spent 12 hours looking at this website over the last week: http://www.blackphoenixalchemylab.com. I decided I couldn't just pick one, so I decided to get six samples. They are as follows.
VICOMTE de VALMONT
I promised her my eternal love, and I actually thought that for a couple of hours. Rake, scoundrel, demon in a frock coat. Devilishly seductive, ultimately tragic; a villain undone and redeemed by love. Based on an 18th century gentlemen's cologne: ambergris, white musk, white sandalwood, Spanish Moss, orange blossom, three mints, jasmine, rose geranium and a spike of rosemary.
BLOOD
A vital, bold scent, throbbing with sensuality. Essence of dragon's blood resin, thickened with myrrh and cherry, with a trickle of clove.
THE APOTHECARY
Tea leaf with three mosses, green grass, a medley of herbal notes, and a drop of ginger and fig.
BABA YAGA
Then suddenly the wood became full of a terrible noise; the trees began to groan, the branches to creak and the dry leaves to rustle, and the Baba Yaga came flying from the forest. She was riding in a great iron mortar and driving it with the pestle, and as she came she swept away her trail behind her with a kitchen broom. Spell-soaked herbs and flowers, cold iron, broom twigs, bundles of moss and patchouli root, and moth dust.
AELOPILE
Smoldering coals heat the device from below, and steam hisses through two curved pipes, rotating the shining brass sphere. Glowing amber and citrus, labdanum, verbena, cedar, and oud.
THE ANTIKYTHERA MECHANISM
Bronze gears spin inside a polished wooden case, and an entire universe dances within. Teakwood, oak, black vanilla, and tobacco.
Also, tonight will basically be a repeat of Thursday night. Another week behind in studying, another CompSci assignment, another all-nighter. Ugh. It took me forever to recover from my last.
Black Phoenix
I've literally probably spent 12 hours looking at this website over the last week: http://www.blackphoenixalchemylab.com. I decided I couldn't just pick one, so I decided to get six samples. They are as follows.
VICOMTE de VALMONT
I promised her my eternal love, and I actually thought that for a couple of hours. Rake, scoundrel, demon in a frock coat. Devilishly seductive, ultimately tragic; a villain undone and redeemed by love. Based on an 18th century gentlemen's cologne: ambergris, white musk, white sandalwood, Spanish Moss, orange blossom, three mints, jasmine, rose geranium and a spike of rosemary.
BLOOD
A vital, bold scent, throbbing with sensuality. Essence of dragon's blood resin, thickened with myrrh and cherry, with a trickle of clove.
THE APOTHECARY
Tea leaf with three mosses, green grass, a medley of herbal notes, and a drop of ginger and fig.
BABA YAGA
Then suddenly the wood became full of a terrible noise; the trees began to groan, the branches to creak and the dry leaves to rustle, and the Baba Yaga came flying from the forest. She was riding in a great iron mortar and driving it with the pestle, and as she came she swept away her trail behind her with a kitchen broom. Spell-soaked herbs and flowers, cold iron, broom twigs, bundles of moss and patchouli root, and moth dust.
AELOPILE
Smoldering coals heat the device from below, and steam hisses through two curved pipes, rotating the shining brass sphere. Glowing amber and citrus, labdanum, verbena, cedar, and oud.
THE ANTIKYTHERA MECHANISM
Bronze gears spin inside a polished wooden case, and an entire universe dances within. Teakwood, oak, black vanilla, and tobacco.
Also, tonight will basically be a repeat of Thursday night. Another week behind in studying, another CompSci assignment, another all-nighter. Ugh. It took me forever to recover from my last.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Motivated #3
Motivated #3
In Response to Motivated #2
I did it without falling asleep! It took me about 3 hours to learn enough assembly code to finish the assignment, about 20 minutes to actually solve the problems, and then about 1.5 hours to make my code look nice and confuse myself repeatedly in the process of trying to figure out why my compiler was using different registers than the ones used in the assignment's code. Eventually, I realized there was nothing I could do and that it was probably by teacher's stupid Mac compiler's fault.
Here is the assembly code, side by side:
Assignment code My code
movl 16(%ebp), %edx 16(%ebp), %eax
movl 12(%ebp), %eax 12(%ebp), %edx
addl 8(%ebp), %eax 8(%ebp), %edx
addl %eax, %eax %edx, %edx
leal (%edx,%edx,2), %edx (%eax,%eax,2), %eax
cmpl %edx, %eax %eax, %edx
setg %al %al
movzbl %al, %eax %al, %eax
Which is like saying
t1 = x t1 = y
t2 = y vs t2 = x
t1 > t2 t2 > t1
What this all means is basically:
2*(x + y) > 3*z;
tl;dr
MAC COMPILERS SUCK
MAC SUCKS
USE LINUX PLZ
(I don't actually know if it's Apple's fault, but I assume it is because Apple is stupid. I'll be pretty embarrassed if it's actually my computer's fault, but I don't think so, because my answer for the first problem matched the book's exactly.)
In Response to Motivated #2
I did it without falling asleep! It took me about 3 hours to learn enough assembly code to finish the assignment, about 20 minutes to actually solve the problems, and then about 1.5 hours to make my code look nice and confuse myself repeatedly in the process of trying to figure out why my compiler was using different registers than the ones used in the assignment's code. Eventually, I realized there was nothing I could do and that it was probably by teacher's stupid Mac compiler's fault.
Here is the assembly code, side by side:
Assignment code My code
movl 16(%ebp), %edx 16(%ebp), %eax
movl 12(%ebp), %eax 12(%ebp), %edx
addl 8(%ebp), %eax 8(%ebp), %edx
addl %eax, %eax %edx, %edx
leal (%edx,%edx,2), %edx (%eax,%eax,2), %eax
cmpl %edx, %eax %eax, %edx
setg %al %al
movzbl %al, %eax %al, %eax
Which is like saying
t1 = x t1 = y
t2 = y vs t2 = x
t1 > t2 t2 > t1
What this all means is basically:
2*(x + y) > 3*z;
tl;dr
MAC COMPILERS SUCK
MAC SUCKS
USE LINUX PLZ
(I don't actually know if it's Apple's fault, but I assume it is because Apple is stupid. I'll be pretty embarrassed if it's actually my computer's fault, but I don't think so, because my answer for the first problem matched the book's exactly.)
Motivated #2
Motivated #2
The Shit I Get Into
So really, this isn't that shitty. In fact, I think it's kind of funny. Toxic--but funny.
The time is 2:00am. I have a meeting in 7 hours at 9:00am, and then a class at 9:30am in which I have an assignment due (CompSci 154). The assignment is interpreting IA32 assembly code and writing out a C function will produce the same results when compiled. There are two problems with this however. 1) I haven't started the assignment. 2) I don't know the first thing about assembly code. So yeah, looks like I'll be teaching myself assembly code and finishing an assignment about it in 7 hours. We are allowed 3 late homeworks, and out of the 3 assignments we've turned in so far, 2 have been late. Whoops.
I also feel I should explain the reason why this happened. I had literally the entire day to do this because I had no class and no meetings. Instead, I spent most of my day on www.blackphoenixalchemylab.com looking at perfumes and reading various perfume guides on the Internet. Me and Candance have been OBSESSED. I have two-and-a-half-page list of the ones that sounded good. I'm now narrowing it down to about 20 and then I'll pick from those.
Anyway, soon I will be smelling possibly like a god of death, a seductive Victorian tempter, or a woody imp.
The Shit I Get Into
So really, this isn't that shitty. In fact, I think it's kind of funny. Toxic--but funny.
The time is 2:00am. I have a meeting in 7 hours at 9:00am, and then a class at 9:30am in which I have an assignment due (CompSci 154). The assignment is interpreting IA32 assembly code and writing out a C function will produce the same results when compiled. There are two problems with this however. 1) I haven't started the assignment. 2) I don't know the first thing about assembly code. So yeah, looks like I'll be teaching myself assembly code and finishing an assignment about it in 7 hours. We are allowed 3 late homeworks, and out of the 3 assignments we've turned in so far, 2 have been late. Whoops.
I also feel I should explain the reason why this happened. I had literally the entire day to do this because I had no class and no meetings. Instead, I spent most of my day on www.blackphoenixalchemylab.com looking at perfumes and reading various perfume guides on the Internet. Me and Candance have been OBSESSED. I have two-and-a-half-page list of the ones that sounded good. I'm now narrowing it down to about 20 and then I'll pick from those.
Anyway, soon I will be smelling possibly like a god of death, a seductive Victorian tempter, or a woody imp.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Thoughts #8
Thoughts #8
Give Me Money
Do most people put their own egos above people who actually need the help? I mean, if you don't give money, you don't give money, but if you're only giving money to win the competition, isn't that kind of stupid? I mean, yeah, the organization gets the money regardless of why people donate, but it doesn't say much for the charity of humans.
And again, I understand that having the incentive might raise more total money even when you deduct the prize, but still, people need to get their priorities straight.
I technically understand the whole idea, but doesn't it seem more helpful to just donate the money you'd otherwise be giving as a prize?
And again, I understand that having the incentive might raise more total money even when you deduct the prize, but still, people need to get their priorities straight.
I technically understand the whole idea, but doesn't it seem more helpful to just donate the money you'd otherwise be giving as a prize?
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Recently #6
Recently #6
Cheese and Bacon
2. April Fools Day is my new favorite holiday. Thanks, Velveeta Excolatur.
3. I met someone with a Bacon number of 1. That means I almost have a Bacon number of 2. Thanks, Bob.
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