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Wednesday, January 21, 2004
Good evening, my fellow Blog-fellas!
Today started at about 1300...forced myself to eat something, and then it was off to a meeting with my project teammates.
Now, since we didn't want to memorize Pi to 100 digits, or memorize the perpetual calendar, we decided to go for Option #2 for our project. I forget what it is, but that's what we're going with. Bob found a book from 1899 in our library. I'd say that it was taken out maybe once or twice in its 105 years of existence.
Grif: "Are you ok, sir?"
Church/Sarge: "Erm, huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. It's just these...those goddamn blues out there! They get me so goddamn mad, I could spit!"
*Church/Sarge spits in his own helmet*
Grif: "Sir? Did you just spit into your own helmet?"
Church/Sarge: "Yeah, I guess I did."
Grif: "Permission to speak freely, sir?"
Church/Sarge: "Go ahead"
Grif: "That's really fuckin' gross"
*A couple minutes later*
Sarge: "What in sam hell? What the? Who spit on my visor?!?"
While we were at the library, I took out 5 books on D-Day, and a psych book for the project. Bob took out a couple of psych books for our project, as well. Yeah, this is going to be so much fun...right...in any case, we've got ALOT of reading ahead of us. I've got maybe a shitload of it to read within a week. [Yes, a shitload is a quantitative measure of alot...I've actually measured it before. It's sort of like infinity 2^infinity is infinity just like
2^shitload is a shitload (though maybe a big shitload, I'll have to count the # of 0's after the 2 sometime to double check)].
It won't be that bad, because it's reading about the Great Adventure, the Great Crusade against Nazism and Fascism. Nothing brings tears to your eyes as when reading the story of Private Ingram E. Lambert.
Evidently I'm a racist...don't know why. I guess saying that slavery in America is because the Africans perpetuated our slave trade is racism. What the fuck?
Anyways, back on subject. After I got back from the library, I worked on and finished the Thermodynamics homework. Now, Russ and I were retarded and overanalyzed the part asking for how much work gas under pressure was doing on a piston. All we had to do was add up all the forces acting on the piston, and then do a little magic math [aka pulling random numbers out of our asses...ok, fine, so we didn't do that, but it would be fun if we did]. Had Coach critique the problem [wanted to make sure I had gotten it correct], and he pointed out that I had forgotten to factor in atmospheric pressure...so I went back and fixed that.
Once I got back from seeing Coach, I ate supper with Bob at DAKA. Cool guy, and I'm glad to have him as a project partner. DAKA didn't have all that much good food tonight [orange chicken? frickin hell!]. We talked about our project a bit, and then just shot the bull for a while. Then we both had to get back to work.
Got back to F15 and read part of "D-Day: The Normandy Invasion in Retrospect". Extremely interesting stuff. I'm going to have to delve into that book even further tonight. I'm really excited about doing my sufficienty project.
Then Halo distracted me for quite a while [multiplayer]. I FUCKING HATE BANSHEES, THOSE CHEAP FUCKING PIECES OF SHIT. Though I'm a bit of a hypocrite, for I used them as much as possible. Then again, it is a time of war...you don't NOT use a weapon because it's deemed "cheap" or "unfair". I hate lag, but that's the way it goes.
Now, I'm probably going to watch the entirety of Red vs. Blue...well, all 21 episodes that are currently out [only two episodes from Season II...bah!].
Yeah, and Russ came in bitching a few minutes ago. Says he has a bit problem. So I allow myself to die about 40 times [Halo] while listening to him [I think he's being serious and wants advice]. He did want advice...just not what I would stop playing for. "So. The game is forcing me to take new levels for my character. I'm at level 18, I think I'm all set because I am kicking ass. Should I take them in Ranger or Wizard?". I'm floored, because the look on his face made me think that he was going to tell me his girlfriend of 6 years just broke up with him, or cheated on him, or that he's going to tell me his parents were killed. I'm glad that none of those things happened, but damn he looked depressed...over becoming more powerful...
Ok, now it's time for Red vs. Blue. MUAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHA.
Simmons: "It's both, there's no 'L' in it!"
Grif: "That's what I'm saying: BOLTH!"
Simmons: "It's both!"
Grif: "You sound like such an ass the way you say it!"
Sarge: "Hey, Grif! Get your pitooty up here! There's more of them special ops fellas running around!"
Grif: "More? As in, more than one? Maybe we should bolth come up, sir."
Simmons: "BOTH!"
Grif: "Seriously, man, like an ass!"
Sarge: "Well, well. Another brilliant idea from the thinktank. Why don't you both come up? Leave the prisoner alone. We could put her on the honor system, have her guard herself!"
Grif: "Good point, sir."
Sarge: "YOU'RE GODDAMN RIGHT IT IS!!! Now get your ass up here, I have just enough time to paint the bulls-eye on your back. *Pause* By bulls-eye, I of course mean camouflage."
Today started at about 1300...forced myself to eat something, and then it was off to a meeting with my project teammates.
Now, since we didn't want to memorize Pi to 100 digits, or memorize the perpetual calendar, we decided to go for Option #2 for our project. I forget what it is, but that's what we're going with. Bob found a book from 1899 in our library. I'd say that it was taken out maybe once or twice in its 105 years of existence.
Grif: "Are you ok, sir?"
Church/Sarge: "Erm, huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. It's just these...those goddamn blues out there! They get me so goddamn mad, I could spit!"
*Church/Sarge spits in his own helmet*
Grif: "Sir? Did you just spit into your own helmet?"
Church/Sarge: "Yeah, I guess I did."
Grif: "Permission to speak freely, sir?"
Church/Sarge: "Go ahead"
Grif: "That's really fuckin' gross"
*A couple minutes later*
Sarge: "What in sam hell? What the? Who spit on my visor?!?"
While we were at the library, I took out 5 books on D-Day, and a psych book for the project. Bob took out a couple of psych books for our project, as well. Yeah, this is going to be so much fun...right...in any case, we've got ALOT of reading ahead of us. I've got maybe a shitload of it to read within a week. [Yes, a shitload is a quantitative measure of alot...I've actually measured it before. It's sort of like infinity 2^infinity is infinity just like
2^shitload is a shitload (though maybe a big shitload, I'll have to count the # of 0's after the 2 sometime to double check)].
It won't be that bad, because it's reading about the Great Adventure, the Great Crusade against Nazism and Fascism. Nothing brings tears to your eyes as when reading the story of Private Ingram E. Lambert.
Evidently I'm a racist...don't know why. I guess saying that slavery in America is because the Africans perpetuated our slave trade is racism. What the fuck?
Anyways, back on subject. After I got back from the library, I worked on and finished the Thermodynamics homework. Now, Russ and I were retarded and overanalyzed the part asking for how much work gas under pressure was doing on a piston. All we had to do was add up all the forces acting on the piston, and then do a little magic math [aka pulling random numbers out of our asses...ok, fine, so we didn't do that, but it would be fun if we did]. Had Coach critique the problem [wanted to make sure I had gotten it correct], and he pointed out that I had forgotten to factor in atmospheric pressure...so I went back and fixed that.
Once I got back from seeing Coach, I ate supper with Bob at DAKA. Cool guy, and I'm glad to have him as a project partner. DAKA didn't have all that much good food tonight [orange chicken? frickin hell!]. We talked about our project a bit, and then just shot the bull for a while. Then we both had to get back to work.
Got back to F15 and read part of "D-Day: The Normandy Invasion in Retrospect". Extremely interesting stuff. I'm going to have to delve into that book even further tonight. I'm really excited about doing my sufficienty project.
Then Halo distracted me for quite a while [multiplayer]. I FUCKING HATE BANSHEES, THOSE CHEAP FUCKING PIECES OF SHIT. Though I'm a bit of a hypocrite, for I used them as much as possible. Then again, it is a time of war...you don't NOT use a weapon because it's deemed "cheap" or "unfair". I hate lag, but that's the way it goes.
Now, I'm probably going to watch the entirety of Red vs. Blue...well, all 21 episodes that are currently out [only two episodes from Season II...bah!].
Yeah, and Russ came in bitching a few minutes ago. Says he has a bit problem. So I allow myself to die about 40 times [Halo] while listening to him [I think he's being serious and wants advice]. He did want advice...just not what I would stop playing for. "So. The game is forcing me to take new levels for my character. I'm at level 18, I think I'm all set because I am kicking ass. Should I take them in Ranger or Wizard?". I'm floored, because the look on his face made me think that he was going to tell me his girlfriend of 6 years just broke up with him, or cheated on him, or that he's going to tell me his parents were killed. I'm glad that none of those things happened, but damn he looked depressed...over becoming more powerful...
Ok, now it's time for Red vs. Blue. MUAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHA.
Simmons: "It's both, there's no 'L' in it!"
Grif: "That's what I'm saying: BOLTH!"
Simmons: "It's both!"
Grif: "You sound like such an ass the way you say it!"
Sarge: "Hey, Grif! Get your pitooty up here! There's more of them special ops fellas running around!"
Grif: "More? As in, more than one? Maybe we should bolth come up, sir."
Simmons: "BOTH!"
Grif: "Seriously, man, like an ass!"
Sarge: "Well, well. Another brilliant idea from the thinktank. Why don't you both come up? Leave the prisoner alone. We could put her on the honor system, have her guard herself!"
Grif: "Good point, sir."
Sarge: "YOU'RE GODDAMN RIGHT IT IS!!! Now get your ass up here, I have just enough time to paint the bulls-eye on your back. *Pause* By bulls-eye, I of course mean camouflage."
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