Tycho

Cead Mile Failte!

Me...evil?!? Seriously. That quiz has it all wrong.

And what the hell was I don't on a sci-fi feminists site on the first place? Oh right. I saw it in Chris's blog and didn't bother reading the "spacefem" in the link before going there. Freaking feminists. Good thing I didn't feel like reading any of the women's issues articles there. Did the quiz and got out of there, scot-free. I hate you.

Just watched "Mall Rats". Chris = Silent Bob. Chuck = Jay. Me = T.S. That movie was hilarious beyond belief.

Anyways, today got off to a bad start. Sort of screwed up on my cognitive thinking exam [417-426-415-375...NOT 416-427-415-375...DAMNIT!!!] Recalling 35 of 40 words in serial order correctly is pretty good, though. OMG!!! IT'S RAINING TEETH!!! WARNING! WARNING! DANGER WILL ROBINSON!!! What the FUCK is a dolphin doing sitting in MY chair? For goodness sakes! Why exactly is there a damned panther in my room? It almost fuckin' ate me!!!

Got really embarrassed at the end of the exam. Then again, it's better than when those guys brought a concrete block, a ping pong ball, a box of Wheaties, and a bottle of urine into class...yeah...if you're asking yourself "What the fuck?", you can join my club...only $50/year, payable to me. And only me. All sales final. No refunds. NO SOUP FOR YOU COME BACK NEXT YEAR!!!

Well, then I screwed around for a bit, played some Neverwinter Nights. Then noticed that I was in the apartment, and said to myself: "Why the hell am I here? I need to get out, meet people!" So I didn't meet people, but did get out. Grabbed some lunch at the campus center [clam chowder...damn that stuff must've been boiling or something, tongue is STILL burnt]. Saw one of the young ladies from cognitive thinking and was thinking about going to talk to her, but then common sense shined through and I kept me arse glued to my seat. Said hi to Sarah while I was there.

Also saw a couple of young women dancing to what sounded like traditional African music [really upbeat stuff]...W00T!!! That made my day. It was fun to watch, they were really good dancers.

There were no pool tables available, so I guess I wasn't able to play pool :-(. I've been a hustler the past few times I've played, and I was sort of hoping to draw some poor young chap into the trap.

Grabbed my mail, read the Quincy Sun. Went to thermo. Got bored out of my mind during lecture. Thankfully, it was let out ten minutes early...by then, ritual suicide was fast becoming a very real option...

So I went back to my place, put on some DKM, and got ready to go home.

And then I got picked up. Got incredibly depressed in the car for a while. Shit, that stuff's over and done with. I failed...time to move on. I have moved on for the most part, but sometimes it just comes back for a little while and hurts me bad, you know? Well, maybe you don't know...I pray you don't. So, you know what I did? I fell asleep. And woke up just as we were about to be sideswiped. That scared the depression out of me [not to mention the shit out of me, as well].

Aye, then I got dropped off at robotics, where I wasn't much needed in any capacity, so I read my thermo for a bit, shot the breeze with a few people, and started to train myself on how to use AutoDesk Inventor [5.3].

Overall, it was a boring day at robotics. Couldn't figure out for the life of us where the lightswitch was in the machine shop. We figured out that it WASN'T the big switch connected to the big circuit breaker/fuse box [it uses both?!? what the bloody fuck?]. So we left the lights on [oh...we're naughty little devils...].

Got picked up, ate pizza with my parents, then mosied over to the computer and watched "Mall Rats", as previously mentioned.

Now, I'm off to bed, because I promised that I'd bring my parents out to breakfast [don't really get a chance to do this often...it's not like I'm home all that much anymore...growing old sucks--no offense to all the old fogies out there...yes, Chris, that includes you...yes, I know,you're "only" 20, now quit your bitching and get in line with those ancient folk, where you belong...stop whining, "Dad"...'bout time you got to the nursing home, eh?].

Speaking about nursing homes, it's been FAR too long since I've played a nice, quiet game called CRUD. By "nice", I mean "extremely violent"--hell, the rules state that even if you play with "Gentleman's Rules", there is a very good chance that someone will be seriously injured, and death may occur.

I can illustrate that point. I almost had my knee forcibly ripped out playing. Shit, that hurt like a mofo. Good thing we were playing by the "Gentleman's Rules" and not full-fledged "Combat CRUD".

Guys are naturally drawn towards playing, because it involves noise and violence. And girls. The reason the girls are there are because the guys are there. Stupid girls. Last time I played with one she nearly ripped my knee--oh, right, I just told you about that...

What makes this game so great? Well, I'll let you in on the secret. The entire point of the game is to keep the eight ball in motion using the cue ball to strike it. Trust me. It makes sense.

Doc/Dufrayne: "So, do they put anything in the water around here or something?"

Grif: "Water? We ran out of that six months ago!"

Doc/Dufrayne: "So...ah...what do you drink around here?"

Grif: "Oh, you know, ketchup...soy sauce...gravy...the usual."