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Sunday, February 29, 2004
Ok, this is your Sunday afternoon update. Finished up Boondock Saints just a little while ago...is that supposed to be a comedy? I mean, seriously? It was high-laryus.
Right now I'm watching Coupling.
Kudos to Chris for correcting me on the photon...effectively has the mass of an electron. And that is why I'm not a particle physicist. But I'm right. Always right. CARRY FORWARD.
Anyways, this weekend has been a rather big one for all of us here in Fuller 15. Friday afternoon started off with a massively massive shopping trip to the most magicalest place in hole wurld (to the tune of ~$100).
"I was only faking it so I wouldn't have to have sex with you! ... ... ...That wasn't a great defense...was it?"---good old Jeff [Coupling]
Then we baked 2 pizzas [from scratch] and loaded them up with toppings. Best pizzas EVER...then it was time for poker...
We had one hell of a wild night. 1 four of a kind...3 pseudo straight flushes...myself alone, I had 8 flushes...and I took everyone for their money. I'd have won alot of money, had we a buy-in. Got pissed later, and night ended there.
Saturday started off at 12:30 PM. It started with me smashing my knee against the ceiling. That smarted. Rolled off my bed, nearly slipping off the chair (and subsequently dashing my head off the floor).
Had a meeting at 3:00 PM for cognitive thinking. Lasted about an hour. Took another 3-4 hours to do the project.
At 8:45 PM, the Starcraft marathon kicked off. The first game lasted 2 hours and 4 minutes. It was a melee...the three of us facing off in a free-for-all battle to the death, with two computers [allied together] thrown in to keep things lively and interesting.
It was a damn long game. And I have gotten to really like playing Zerg...they really do kick ass. PH34r THE MUTALISK HORDE! [comprised of 2...count 'em, 2 mutalisks!--Intimidation and spreading misinformation is a good tactic for war]...but the Charge of the Zergling Brigade was priceless...lost all 100 of them without killing a single enemy unit. GOODBYE, PINKY TOE...YOU SHALL BE AVENGED!.
My superior building strategies won me the day. Then a string of losses got racked up to stupid computer rushes [sweet! making a barracks...f*ck! they already have tanks?!?].
Lots of fun was had by all. Phrase of the night: "DON'T DIE!"
And on today's agenda...revise and edit my sufficiency project. Make the sucker into an "A". And then...relaxing...which is what I'm doing now...oh, and food! FOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SUAG;ERJAE;OITJP4T80UJEDFNA;DFJA;JF;WEJRAW;;WI4PWOAID.ZMND;ALKJIOWERIJFALDKJADW34R23498 J HA;SDKJFA.LK AWWAO
SUGAR!!!
Right now I'm watching Coupling.
Kudos to Chris for correcting me on the photon...effectively has the mass of an electron. And that is why I'm not a particle physicist. But I'm right. Always right. CARRY FORWARD.
Anyways, this weekend has been a rather big one for all of us here in Fuller 15. Friday afternoon started off with a massively massive shopping trip to the most magicalest place in hole wurld (to the tune of ~$100).
"I was only faking it so I wouldn't have to have sex with you! ... ... ...That wasn't a great defense...was it?"---good old Jeff [Coupling]
Then we baked 2 pizzas [from scratch] and loaded them up with toppings. Best pizzas EVER...then it was time for poker...
We had one hell of a wild night. 1 four of a kind...3 pseudo straight flushes...myself alone, I had 8 flushes...and I took everyone for their money. I'd have won alot of money, had we a buy-in. Got pissed later, and night ended there.
Saturday started off at 12:30 PM. It started with me smashing my knee against the ceiling. That smarted. Rolled off my bed, nearly slipping off the chair (and subsequently dashing my head off the floor).
Had a meeting at 3:00 PM for cognitive thinking. Lasted about an hour. Took another 3-4 hours to do the project.
At 8:45 PM, the Starcraft marathon kicked off. The first game lasted 2 hours and 4 minutes. It was a melee...the three of us facing off in a free-for-all battle to the death, with two computers [allied together] thrown in to keep things lively and interesting.
It was a damn long game. And I have gotten to really like playing Zerg...they really do kick ass. PH34r THE MUTALISK HORDE! [comprised of 2...count 'em, 2 mutalisks!--Intimidation and spreading misinformation is a good tactic for war]...but the Charge of the Zergling Brigade was priceless...lost all 100 of them without killing a single enemy unit. GOODBYE, PINKY TOE...YOU SHALL BE AVENGED!.
My superior building strategies won me the day. Then a string of losses got racked up to stupid computer rushes [sweet! making a barracks...f*ck! they already have tanks?!?].
Lots of fun was had by all. Phrase of the night: "DON'T DIE!"
And on today's agenda...revise and edit my sufficiency project. Make the sucker into an "A". And then...relaxing...which is what I'm doing now...oh, and food! FOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SUAG;ERJAE;OITJP4T80UJEDFNA;DFJA;JF;WEJRAW;;WI4PWOAID.ZMND;ALKJIOWERIJFALDKJADW34R23498 J HA;SDKJFA.LK AWWAO
Saturday, February 28, 2004
Ok, shitty night. Not good. Not that y'all interested. Sometimes ya just can't catch a break...say hello to the past few weeks.
First, Nick, by saying the contest ends on Sunday, unless you specify a time, I, by default, will assume I have until 2359 [11:59 PM] to post. And you have to admit, I'd win, just for having that wickedly awesome coolness physics theory. That I haven't tested. Will not test. But will accept prize money for.
So thermodynamics was a waste of time today. Shouldn't have even bothered going.
You make a mistake, don't dwell on it. Acknowledge the fact that you made it. Analyze it and understand what happened and why you made it [and how]. Then remember, so you never do it again. So simple...yet so hard. And yes, I'm in that self-pity mood right now. Maybe if we hadn't run out of alcohol...[well, haven't had any in weeks...so we can't just run out tonight].
On the plus side: made pizza from scratch today.
On the down side: was a major ass during poker and got roommates to hate me.
Polar bowling does not follow the laws of physics.
Speaking about physics, the equation for momentum is "p = m*v". Now, how can a photon have momentum, if it doesn't have mass? Eh? No, it doesn't make sense. But yes, it is true, else the Law of the Conservation of Momentum would be broken when matter hits anti-matter and annihilates.
*Bashes head against wall*
Here's to the hope that tomorrow night won't suck as badly as tonight.
First, Nick, by saying the contest ends on Sunday, unless you specify a time, I, by default, will assume I have until 2359 [11:59 PM] to post. And you have to admit, I'd win, just for having that wickedly awesome coolness physics theory. That I haven't tested. Will not test. But will accept prize money for.
So thermodynamics was a waste of time today. Shouldn't have even bothered going.
You make a mistake, don't dwell on it. Acknowledge the fact that you made it. Analyze it and understand what happened and why you made it [and how]. Then remember, so you never do it again. So simple...yet so hard. And yes, I'm in that self-pity mood right now. Maybe if we hadn't run out of alcohol...[well, haven't had any in weeks...so we can't just run out tonight].
On the plus side: made pizza from scratch today.
On the down side: was a major ass during poker and got roommates to hate me.
Polar bowling does not follow the laws of physics.
Speaking about physics, the equation for momentum is "p = m*v". Now, how can a photon have momentum, if it doesn't have mass? Eh? No, it doesn't make sense. But yes, it is true, else the Law of the Conservation of Momentum would be broken when matter hits anti-matter and annihilates.
*Bashes head against wall*
Here's to the hope that tomorrow night won't suck as badly as tonight.
Friday, February 27, 2004
K, here is the dillyo [or however that is spelled].
Went to cog psych today...and he didn't talk about how much he liked to have sex! I was astonished at his self control...or maybe he just had bad sex last night or something. Anyways, I didn't have to feel like puking in class.
As soon as I got back, I showered and got ready to go to mass. Got to talk to Father O'Malley for a bit before and afterwards, and he's a good guy. Also went to confession...man...it's been about 4-5 years I think...maybe as far as 6 or 7. I feel really good that I went through it. A magical sort of feeling.
Thermodynamics is at 1 PM...and I'll be taking notes for Russ [who shall be studying for a CS 1005 quiz]. I guess he made his decision as to whether he will be returning to WPI next year. I can only pray that he is making the right choice for himself.
Next year's lodgings: Founders 102.
BYE
Went to cog psych today...and he didn't talk about how much he liked to have sex! I was astonished at his self control...or maybe he just had bad sex last night or something. Anyways, I didn't have to feel like puking in class.
As soon as I got back, I showered and got ready to go to mass. Got to talk to Father O'Malley for a bit before and afterwards, and he's a good guy. Also went to confession...man...it's been about 4-5 years I think...maybe as far as 6 or 7. I feel really good that I went through it. A magical sort of feeling.
Thermodynamics is at 1 PM...and I'll be taking notes for Russ [who shall be studying for a CS 1005 quiz]. I guess he made his decision as to whether he will be returning to WPI next year. I can only pray that he is making the right choice for himself.
Next year's lodgings: Founders 102.
BYE
Wednesday, February 25, 2004
So today is Ash Wednesday, the beginning of a 40 day period called "Lent". A period of self-reflection and a chance to strengthen your bond with God. I do not know what I will give up for these 40 days and 40 nights. Actually, I'm leaning towards giving up billiards. Is that big enough? I don't know, for I am not God.
Need to fix up my resume. And now I'm going to smash my way through the wall that is thermodynamics homework [finished A and B...now for C!].
I'll write back here later.
Need to fix up my resume. And now I'm going to smash my way through the wall that is thermodynamics homework [finished A and B...now for C!].
I'll write back here later.
Tuesday, February 24, 2004
Today has been an ok day.
Went to cognitive thinking. Class: "good morning!"
Professor: "I like to have sex! This is what I use for contraceptives! I like having sex! Bush is bad! Rush Limbaugh sucks! Comrade Stalin and Lenin were right! Capitalism is the wrong way to go! I like to have sex! Here are the different positions my wife and I use! I smoke alot of weed illegally! Sex! Weed! Sex! Comrades, up in arms against the evil axis of Imperialism!"
Hey, buddy. Might = Right. Suck it. And I learned that I'm a liberal the other day [took a political quiz the other day to pinpoint what I am...just left of center, but extremely authoritarian].
So it was class as usual. I need to learn how to not feel the urge to punch him. Ugh. Maybe he'll learn to fall on a knife as efficiently as the NASA scientist that asked me to transport him somewhere. One can only hope.
We're men, manly men! We're men in tights! Thats when I remember to wear pants, that is.
From class I went to the campus center and talked to Chad for a bit...he's a really good artist...should do that on the side in addition to his current job. Caught Claudio there, as well, and I'm meeting him later to do the thermo homework with him. I am willing to work until 11:30 on it [starting at 9:30]. After that: fuck it. 2 hours of BS homework is too much for me at this point. I'm tired.
Then it was off to thermodynamics, where the professor said alot of words, but whatever he was saying went like "and with the compressor blah blah blah blah gibberish blah i babbling off randomly". Aie-Carumba!
Then I went to my sufficiency meeting with my advisor. Learned that my paper is worthy of a B right now, but with a little bit of polishing, would be quite easy to turn into an A.
Felt bad about not being able to accompany someone to Chopper, so I down there after the meeting and caught up with them and hung out with them until about 5, which we when I had a meeting with a project group for cognitive thinking.
Here is the summary of our meeting:
1. S.P.A.N.C. is a very VERY disturbing club [Students and Parents for whatever]. Basically it's a club where everyone gets together and jerks off. Or, thats what the poster said [the picture was of a guy with tissues in one hand, and his other hand down his boxers]. We concluded that our psych professor must be the faculty advisor to the club.
2. Psych professor is a sex freak. He's like 45. Everytime he opens his mouth you know it's going to be saying something about his sex life, or something about sex.
3. Psych professor is a fucking communist bastard. I hate communist bastards.
4. Cell phones cause cancer.
5. Cell phones blow up gas stations.
6. Therefore, cancer blows up gas stations.
7. Housing Lottery sucks because it turns friends into bitter enemies.
8. Housing Lottery fisted all of us up the interior regions of our anal cavities.
9. This project sucks. Let's bullshit it like we have every other project because our professor is Communist and doesn't give a flying fuck. And neither do we.
Yes, as you can see, we have a very high level of respect for our psychology professor.
I want to play Halo. Escape Velocity. Something. Time to put on some pants!
Went to cognitive thinking. Class: "good morning!"
Professor: "I like to have sex! This is what I use for contraceptives! I like having sex! Bush is bad! Rush Limbaugh sucks! Comrade Stalin and Lenin were right! Capitalism is the wrong way to go! I like to have sex! Here are the different positions my wife and I use! I smoke alot of weed illegally! Sex! Weed! Sex! Comrades, up in arms against the evil axis of Imperialism!"
Hey, buddy. Might = Right. Suck it. And I learned that I'm a liberal the other day [took a political quiz the other day to pinpoint what I am...just left of center, but extremely authoritarian].
So it was class as usual. I need to learn how to not feel the urge to punch him. Ugh. Maybe he'll learn to fall on a knife as efficiently as the NASA scientist that asked me to transport him somewhere. One can only hope.
We're men, manly men! We're men in tights! Thats when I remember to wear pants, that is.
From class I went to the campus center and talked to Chad for a bit...he's a really good artist...should do that on the side in addition to his current job. Caught Claudio there, as well, and I'm meeting him later to do the thermo homework with him. I am willing to work until 11:30 on it [starting at 9:30]. After that: fuck it. 2 hours of BS homework is too much for me at this point. I'm tired.
Then it was off to thermodynamics, where the professor said alot of words, but whatever he was saying went like "and with the compressor blah blah blah blah gibberish blah i babbling off randomly". Aie-Carumba!
Then I went to my sufficiency meeting with my advisor. Learned that my paper is worthy of a B right now, but with a little bit of polishing, would be quite easy to turn into an A.
Felt bad about not being able to accompany someone to Chopper, so I down there after the meeting and caught up with them and hung out with them until about 5, which we when I had a meeting with a project group for cognitive thinking.
Here is the summary of our meeting:
1. S.P.A.N.C. is a very VERY disturbing club [Students and Parents for whatever]. Basically it's a club where everyone gets together and jerks off. Or, thats what the poster said [the picture was of a guy with tissues in one hand, and his other hand down his boxers]. We concluded that our psych professor must be the faculty advisor to the club.
2. Psych professor is a sex freak. He's like 45. Everytime he opens his mouth you know it's going to be saying something about his sex life, or something about sex.
3. Psych professor is a fucking communist bastard. I hate communist bastards.
4. Cell phones cause cancer.
5. Cell phones blow up gas stations.
6. Therefore, cancer blows up gas stations.
7. Housing Lottery sucks because it turns friends into bitter enemies.
8. Housing Lottery fisted all of us up the interior regions of our anal cavities.
9. This project sucks. Let's bullshit it like we have every other project because our professor is Communist and doesn't give a flying fuck. And neither do we.
Yes, as you can see, we have a very high level of respect for our psychology professor.
I want to play Halo. Escape Velocity. Something. Time to put on some pants!
I'm about to kill Owen. DON'T FUCKING SLURP. Once or twice, fine, but not every single FUCKING SIP. And it's not just at the very end. It's the ENTIRE FUCKING THING.
Whatever. Rant over. He really is a cool guy and a good friend...just needs to not slurp. I think the only reason it bothers me now is because I'm just so damned tired.
So, today, I woke up, managed to not stretch the skin on my abdomen to painful extremes getting out of bed, and proceeded to class. I always wondered why I keep looking at this girl there, and I realized today her eyes are just so big and blue. Sorta like she's been digging into the spice a little bit. THE SPICE MUST FLOW!
After that, I came back, and Russ and I played "MAX" hotseat style for a bit...turn 80-something now. First major combat of the game, and I destroyed all of his tanks except two. Anyways, enough about war.
In thermodynamics, I got EXTREMELY excited. If y'all know me as well as I think you do, you know that I LOVE planes and flying. A pseudo-obsession you might call it. We dissected and analyzed a turbojet engine. I was really perky the entire class and was sort of a teacher's pet. Ok, so I was a teacher's pet. Until we stopped working on the turbojet engine.
Then it was off to pick up my sufficiency. Mostly good comments, but need to fix a few things up, so I headed over to the library and picked up 6 MORE books to do more research in.
Housing selection sucked. Majorly. Want to crush shit. Beat shit. Need something to punch.
Aye, off to fight practice I went, then to Denny's. I'd write more about that, but I'm incredibly tired right now, and so am off to sleep.
Bon nuit, et sante!
Whatever. Rant over. He really is a cool guy and a good friend...just needs to not slurp. I think the only reason it bothers me now is because I'm just so damned tired.
So, today, I woke up, managed to not stretch the skin on my abdomen to painful extremes getting out of bed, and proceeded to class. I always wondered why I keep looking at this girl there, and I realized today her eyes are just so big and blue. Sorta like she's been digging into the spice a little bit. THE SPICE MUST FLOW!
After that, I came back, and Russ and I played "MAX" hotseat style for a bit...turn 80-something now. First major combat of the game, and I destroyed all of his tanks except two. Anyways, enough about war.
In thermodynamics, I got EXTREMELY excited. If y'all know me as well as I think you do, you know that I LOVE planes and flying. A pseudo-obsession you might call it. We dissected and analyzed a turbojet engine. I was really perky the entire class and was sort of a teacher's pet. Ok, so I was a teacher's pet. Until we stopped working on the turbojet engine.
Then it was off to pick up my sufficiency. Mostly good comments, but need to fix a few things up, so I headed over to the library and picked up 6 MORE books to do more research in.
Housing selection sucked. Majorly. Want to crush shit. Beat shit. Need something to punch.
Aye, off to fight practice I went, then to Denny's. I'd write more about that, but I'm incredibly tired right now, and so am off to sleep.
Bon nuit, et sante!
Monday, February 23, 2004
Ok, so I had until tonight to do my crazy/profound post, but Nick, being a forvian switwerg, ended the competition earlier, so I don't get a say in this. Whatever.
Aye, got to the interesting part in Hyperspace [by Michio Kaku], about the creation of the universe. Now, this got me thinking. The universe will die. It is inevitable. Whether gravity eventually crushes it into a point mass, or if it spreads out beyond the reach of the force of gravity, and dies because all protons decay after ~10^19 years [that is actually the half life].
Now, as the universe was formed, it was originally 10 dimensions, which split into 4 and 6 dimension universes, which only at high energies can be reunited. The 6 dimension universe is the size of oh say 10^-30 meters.
What becomes of the universe when it dies? Well, I think physics already holds the answer--the creation and destruction of the known universe may be a regular oscillation/vibration, with a VERY large period. As energy in the universe is converted into lesser and lesser [aka light is absorbed, but heat is then given off], then, energy is essentially "lost" [in quotations because energy is never lost, it is actually only ever gained due to tunnel warping].
This weakens the repulsive force between masses in the deep black, and so gravity overwhelms it [gravity being the weakest force].
Eventually, the universe will come together into a big "crunch" [so to speak], and what happens next will be just like what happens in a super-massive star [minus the black hole/neutron star phase].
The gravity will compress all the "cold" matter to great pressures, heating it to EXTREMELY high temperatures [up to, and including 10^32 degrees Kelvin]. At this temperature, there is enough energy for the 6 and 4 dimension universe to come back together and reunite all the laws of physics. Not only that, but the smashing of all these atoms together will form new particles, and so a new half-life begins.
Within a short time period [much less than a second, most likely], the energy will be so great as to cause a MASSIVE explosion, blasting the point mass of all the matter in the universe back in a direct recreation of the origins of the universe now.
Basically it is the renewal of the universe on a constant basis. Now, as you all know, any oscillating system has damping, so eventually, the system will stop vibrating, or, more accurately, the vibrations become negligible. Will our universe behave this law? Or will the conservation of matter and energy force the universe to be one gigantic undamped oscillating system? The reason I doubt this is that the conservation of energy IS violated on a very small scale on an infrequent basis [still occurs, though!].
Ok, I don't have all the ramifications hammered out, and so it might not make much sense, but it's all in my head, and it makes sense there, so I should be able to work it into words that mean something. And all of this is entirely original, I have not seen any theories out there like this--not that I've looked. This is not plagiarism.
Went to Mannion's this morning. Ate. Ate some more. Had elevensies, brunch, then lunch. You know. Drove back to Worcester.
Played Russ in a still ongoing game of MAX [been fighting each other "hotseat" style for about 4 hours, and we had to save because I had to go off and help with thermodynamics].
Tired. 'Night.
Aye, got to the interesting part in Hyperspace [by Michio Kaku], about the creation of the universe. Now, this got me thinking. The universe will die. It is inevitable. Whether gravity eventually crushes it into a point mass, or if it spreads out beyond the reach of the force of gravity, and dies because all protons decay after ~10^19 years [that is actually the half life].
Now, as the universe was formed, it was originally 10 dimensions, which split into 4 and 6 dimension universes, which only at high energies can be reunited. The 6 dimension universe is the size of oh say 10^-30 meters.
What becomes of the universe when it dies? Well, I think physics already holds the answer--the creation and destruction of the known universe may be a regular oscillation/vibration, with a VERY large period. As energy in the universe is converted into lesser and lesser [aka light is absorbed, but heat is then given off], then, energy is essentially "lost" [in quotations because energy is never lost, it is actually only ever gained due to tunnel warping].
This weakens the repulsive force between masses in the deep black, and so gravity overwhelms it [gravity being the weakest force].
Eventually, the universe will come together into a big "crunch" [so to speak], and what happens next will be just like what happens in a super-massive star [minus the black hole/neutron star phase].
The gravity will compress all the "cold" matter to great pressures, heating it to EXTREMELY high temperatures [up to, and including 10^32 degrees Kelvin]. At this temperature, there is enough energy for the 6 and 4 dimension universe to come back together and reunite all the laws of physics. Not only that, but the smashing of all these atoms together will form new particles, and so a new half-life begins.
Within a short time period [much less than a second, most likely], the energy will be so great as to cause a MASSIVE explosion, blasting the point mass of all the matter in the universe back in a direct recreation of the origins of the universe now.
Basically it is the renewal of the universe on a constant basis. Now, as you all know, any oscillating system has damping, so eventually, the system will stop vibrating, or, more accurately, the vibrations become negligible. Will our universe behave this law? Or will the conservation of matter and energy force the universe to be one gigantic undamped oscillating system? The reason I doubt this is that the conservation of energy IS violated on a very small scale on an infrequent basis [still occurs, though!].
Ok, I don't have all the ramifications hammered out, and so it might not make much sense, but it's all in my head, and it makes sense there, so I should be able to work it into words that mean something. And all of this is entirely original, I have not seen any theories out there like this--not that I've looked. This is not plagiarism.
Went to Mannion's this morning. Ate. Ate some more. Had elevensies, brunch, then lunch. You know. Drove back to Worcester.
Played Russ in a still ongoing game of MAX [been fighting each other "hotseat" style for about 4 hours, and we had to save because I had to go off and help with thermodynamics].
Tired. 'Night.
Friday, February 20, 2004
Cead Mile Failte!
First things first! I hereby accept Nick's challenge! This is the part where I slap him with a glove or something, but he's not here right now [and if he were, I'd be very...VERY scared...], so I'll have to wait until I see him in the morning, but I'll have something better than a glove to slap him with. Got "Excalibur" [all your robotics folk know what THAT is...MUAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA]...a whole room full of plywood [with nails and screws sticking pointy end out!!!]...ummm...Nick's area of saving cylindrical metal and PVC rods [screw the PVC...metal is better for slapping!]. Oh! Then there's the old "get his hair caught in the lathe" trick!
Mmmmm...so many choices to choose from...which one shall I pick...when will I get to eat? I only drink the blood of my enemies! And the occasional chocolate Yoo-Hoo! (TM).
Yes, well, anyways. That thermodynamics problem was EASY! We were just looking at it for too long and so a day's break really made a difference [h3 and s3 could be found from using a very simple equation, and h2 could be looked up because there was only a pressure drop, and not a temperature drop].
"So how did you plot part D?"
"Uhh...sorta with this curve thingey, and then we put this line thingey through it sorta just like that, and they're supposed to be parallel...but that didn't work out so well"--Russ to Todd, about the homework.
The quiz was wicked easy, but in my infinite wisdom, was retarded. See, if something isn't in a table to be looked up, there is another way of calculating it. I freaked out and forgot that itty bitty equation. SCORE FOR ME!!!
Anyways, then I went back to Fuller 15 and packed up and got ready to go home. After rushing through that, I started playing an Escape Velocity mod called "Galactic Scourge".
And then it was much torpedo goodness, and much missile disastrousness, and super-duper-infinitely-ultra-cool blowing shit up and getting rich from doing it. I also exploit a glitch in the game quite liberally, because it allows me to carry about 100 extra tons of weaponry...ahhhhh...the warm, sweet kiss of heavy plasma ordnance...
But then I had to deliver a scientist somewhere to watch a peaceful supernova or some bullshit like that. Would have gotten paid well, but it seems that the scientist tripped and fell on a knife that was strangely lying on the floor of my ship, blade up. The weirdest part is that the scientist fell on it about 40-50 times before just deciding to lay there...weird people, them scientists. So after the mur--*ahem* unfortunate accident, I went back to blowing shit up and making planets my bitches, you know, that usual Overlord thing.
HA! Overlord! I made a funny!
So, in regards to my sufficiency: my printer had a brain fart, and repeated information twice, leaving most of the second page blank, and fucking up all the margins and spaces every now and then. Way to go. Good thing it didn't do that to my resume.
Oh, right! I went to a job fair on Wednesday to see if I could scrounge up an internship. So I borrowed Russ' suit, and dressed up all spiffy and slick-like, and became a major pimp for the next 4 hours. Mmmmm...pimpin' is the good life...and no, the suit was not purple, and I didn't wear fur, or big gold earrings or put in silver/platinum teeth, and I most CERTAINLY DID NOT wear those "hyper-emo" sunglasses. I did wear the works, though, complete formal...and received many positive comments on how I looked.
Spent 15 minutes talking to Mr. Joseph Ellsworth from Raytheon, and another 5-6 talking to Mr. Janos Castro from General Electric. Both look like promising prospects, though I shall have to wait and see. Most of the other places were not looking for ME's, or at least not summer interns. Pratt and Whitney had this huge-ass line...and I skipped it--not worth waiting 2 hours for.
I feel HORRIBLE for Russ, though. He had a real shitty time. Complete waste of time for him. I am not going to post what happened up here, for I am not a cruel bastard. Ok, so I am a cruel bastard. It is not right for me to put it up here for all the world to see. Especially since he did a SHITLOAD of research and preparation for the job fair, and deserved every single internship available in that room more than anyone else.
That night, I had a bitch of a time installing a demo of Executor, a Mac emulator [in order to play Escape Velocity]. I moaned and groaned and growled for an hour. Then I rebooted. Said installation program ran like a charm. Also did some editting of my computer's registry keys...random shit, you know? For that perfect cup of surprise and bullshit to go with your shitty cup of perfect coffee.
Sarge: "So, what should we do with the prisoner?"
Donut: "We should make him switch armor with one of us. Yeah, that'll show him!"
Simmons: "Well, first we should get him away from Grif. Because, you know, having to talk to Grif is cruel and unusual."
First things first! I hereby accept Nick's challenge! This is the part where I slap him with a glove or something, but he's not here right now [and if he were, I'd be very...VERY scared...], so I'll have to wait until I see him in the morning, but I'll have something better than a glove to slap him with. Got "Excalibur" [all your robotics folk know what THAT is...MUAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA]...a whole room full of plywood [with nails and screws sticking pointy end out!!!]...ummm...Nick's area of saving cylindrical metal and PVC rods [screw the PVC...metal is better for slapping!]. Oh! Then there's the old "get his hair caught in the lathe" trick!
Mmmmm...so many choices to choose from...which one shall I pick...when will I get to eat? I only drink the blood of my enemies! And the occasional chocolate Yoo-Hoo! (TM).
Yes, well, anyways. That thermodynamics problem was EASY! We were just looking at it for too long and so a day's break really made a difference [h3 and s3 could be found from using a very simple equation, and h2 could be looked up because there was only a pressure drop, and not a temperature drop].
"So how did you plot part D?"
"Uhh...sorta with this curve thingey, and then we put this line thingey through it sorta just like that, and they're supposed to be parallel...but that didn't work out so well"--Russ to Todd, about the homework.
The quiz was wicked easy, but in my infinite wisdom, was retarded. See, if something isn't in a table to be looked up, there is another way of calculating it. I freaked out and forgot that itty bitty equation. SCORE FOR ME!!!
Anyways, then I went back to Fuller 15 and packed up and got ready to go home. After rushing through that, I started playing an Escape Velocity mod called "Galactic Scourge".
And then it was much torpedo goodness, and much missile disastrousness, and super-duper-infinitely-ultra-cool blowing shit up and getting rich from doing it. I also exploit a glitch in the game quite liberally, because it allows me to carry about 100 extra tons of weaponry...ahhhhh...the warm, sweet kiss of heavy plasma ordnance...
But then I had to deliver a scientist somewhere to watch a peaceful supernova or some bullshit like that. Would have gotten paid well, but it seems that the scientist tripped and fell on a knife that was strangely lying on the floor of my ship, blade up. The weirdest part is that the scientist fell on it about 40-50 times before just deciding to lay there...weird people, them scientists. So after the mur--*ahem* unfortunate accident, I went back to blowing shit up and making planets my bitches, you know, that usual Overlord thing.
HA! Overlord! I made a funny!
So, in regards to my sufficiency: my printer had a brain fart, and repeated information twice, leaving most of the second page blank, and fucking up all the margins and spaces every now and then. Way to go. Good thing it didn't do that to my resume.
Oh, right! I went to a job fair on Wednesday to see if I could scrounge up an internship. So I borrowed Russ' suit, and dressed up all spiffy and slick-like, and became a major pimp for the next 4 hours. Mmmmm...pimpin' is the good life...and no, the suit was not purple, and I didn't wear fur, or big gold earrings or put in silver/platinum teeth, and I most CERTAINLY DID NOT wear those "hyper-emo" sunglasses. I did wear the works, though, complete formal...and received many positive comments on how I looked.
Spent 15 minutes talking to Mr. Joseph Ellsworth from Raytheon, and another 5-6 talking to Mr. Janos Castro from General Electric. Both look like promising prospects, though I shall have to wait and see. Most of the other places were not looking for ME's, or at least not summer interns. Pratt and Whitney had this huge-ass line...and I skipped it--not worth waiting 2 hours for.
I feel HORRIBLE for Russ, though. He had a real shitty time. Complete waste of time for him. I am not going to post what happened up here, for I am not a cruel bastard. Ok, so I am a cruel bastard. It is not right for me to put it up here for all the world to see. Especially since he did a SHITLOAD of research and preparation for the job fair, and deserved every single internship available in that room more than anyone else.
That night, I had a bitch of a time installing a demo of Executor, a Mac emulator [in order to play Escape Velocity]. I moaned and groaned and growled for an hour. Then I rebooted. Said installation program ran like a charm. Also did some editting of my computer's registry keys...random shit, you know? For that perfect cup of surprise and bullshit to go with your shitty cup of perfect coffee.
Sarge: "So, what should we do with the prisoner?"
Donut: "We should make him switch armor with one of us. Yeah, that'll show him!"
Simmons: "Well, first we should get him away from Grif. Because, you know, having to talk to Grif is cruel and unusual."
Thursday, February 19, 2004
Cead Mile Failte!
Welcome back to my Blog, my fellow Bloggerians and Bloggeritas and Bloggies [male/female/it?].
So, I worked my ass off the past few days, and finished up the rough draft of my sufficiency. I was up until four this morning trying to make it as good as possible.
I had been worried that I'd run out of things to say to reach the 20 page mark, but I had enough to make page 22, and I still have more sources to add in!
Aye, so I passed that in today, along with working a little on my thermodynamics [how the hell do I figure out s2 and s3?!?], and started AND completed a psych project [conveniently due tomorrow].
Off I went to Price Chopper, on a mission to get a multivitamin. I have not been eating right lately...well, for the past...oh say...5 months, and my body has been broken down and rebuilt, so I sucked up my pride today and bought a couple bottles of Centrum.
Usually at this time, due to my poor diet, I am dead tired, and have to slog my way through the rest of the day, but I'm energetic right now...mayhaps even "perky". Off to fight practice in about a half hour.
After that: I've got a 10:30 meeting with a friend in an attempt to mass our armies and tear down the walls of the vaunted Temple of Thermodynamics...aka figure out how the hell to do parts C and D of the homework problem. It was so much easier when we were just starting the term...fun course...hard problems.
Aye, then it will be time to watch Red vs. Blue from Episode 1 to Episode 23! BLOOD GULCH! BLOOD GULCH! BLOOD GULCH!
Doc: "So, let me get this straight...you gave him CPR for a bullet wound in the head?.........Yeah, sounds like a perfectly reasonable treatment to me."
Grif: "Thats what I said!"
Doc: "Yes, many people nowadays overlook alternative methods of care. You know that blue guy that was shot in the foot? All I did was rub his neck with some aloe vera!"
They crack me up. IN SOVIET RUSSIA, EGGS CRACK YOU!!!!!1111oneoneone
Welcome back to my Blog, my fellow Bloggerians and Bloggeritas and Bloggies [male/female/it?].
So, I worked my ass off the past few days, and finished up the rough draft of my sufficiency. I was up until four this morning trying to make it as good as possible.
I had been worried that I'd run out of things to say to reach the 20 page mark, but I had enough to make page 22, and I still have more sources to add in!
Aye, so I passed that in today, along with working a little on my thermodynamics [how the hell do I figure out s2 and s3?!?], and started AND completed a psych project [conveniently due tomorrow].
Off I went to Price Chopper, on a mission to get a multivitamin. I have not been eating right lately...well, for the past...oh say...5 months, and my body has been broken down and rebuilt, so I sucked up my pride today and bought a couple bottles of Centrum.
Usually at this time, due to my poor diet, I am dead tired, and have to slog my way through the rest of the day, but I'm energetic right now...mayhaps even "perky". Off to fight practice in about a half hour.
After that: I've got a 10:30 meeting with a friend in an attempt to mass our armies and tear down the walls of the vaunted Temple of Thermodynamics...aka figure out how the hell to do parts C and D of the homework problem. It was so much easier when we were just starting the term...fun course...hard problems.
Aye, then it will be time to watch Red vs. Blue from Episode 1 to Episode 23! BLOOD GULCH! BLOOD GULCH! BLOOD GULCH!
Doc: "So, let me get this straight...you gave him CPR for a bullet wound in the head?.........Yeah, sounds like a perfectly reasonable treatment to me."
Grif: "Thats what I said!"
Doc: "Yes, many people nowadays overlook alternative methods of care. You know that blue guy that was shot in the foot? All I did was rub his neck with some aloe vera!"
They crack me up. IN SOVIET RUSSIA, EGGS CRACK YOU!!!!!1111oneoneone
Monday, February 16, 2004
Cead Mile Failte!
Still very much mad/aggressive. But I don't care.
Found two really good dorky Valentine's Day poems:
*Ahem*
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
All my base,
Are belong to you!
and
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
In Soviet Russia,
Poems write you!
CLASSIC!!!
Time to work on sufficiency. Da svidanja!
Still very much mad/aggressive. But I don't care.
Found two really good dorky Valentine's Day poems:
*Ahem*
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
All my base,
Are belong to you!
and
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
In Soviet Russia,
Poems write you!
CLASSIC!!!
Time to work on sufficiency. Da svidanja!
Sunday, February 15, 2004
Rage is a beautiful thing, isn't it? It is a driving force behind my actions.
Its weird. Usually I NEVER get pissed off while playing pool, no matter how much I suck. I miss a SINGLE shot tonight, and I'm fuming at the ears, and start slamming the cue ball around in frustration. That's a sign that something is wrong. No clue what it is. Just extremely volatile lately.
Anyways, tonight wasn't too bad, other than sucking at pool and being really really pissed about it. Did a little bowling with Neel, and we both sucked at it, but it was fun. Said hi to Megan because I saw her through the window at the campus center. Went back and played Urban Ops for a while. Came back at about 2300 hours to the campus center and got a pool table. As mentioned before, I got extremely angry and upset. Cooled down and ended the night on a good note [got the 13 on a difficult cross-shot].
Came back and played more Urban Ops. I'm either the human pincushion or a bullet magnet. Both? Sure, why not? Now I'm currently listening to "Batman", since Owen is watching it.
I want to punch something. Really. Really. Hard.
Its weird. Usually I NEVER get pissed off while playing pool, no matter how much I suck. I miss a SINGLE shot tonight, and I'm fuming at the ears, and start slamming the cue ball around in frustration. That's a sign that something is wrong. No clue what it is. Just extremely volatile lately.
Anyways, tonight wasn't too bad, other than sucking at pool and being really really pissed about it. Did a little bowling with Neel, and we both sucked at it, but it was fun. Said hi to Megan because I saw her through the window at the campus center. Went back and played Urban Ops for a while. Came back at about 2300 hours to the campus center and got a pool table. As mentioned before, I got extremely angry and upset. Cooled down and ended the night on a good note [got the 13 on a difficult cross-shot].
Came back and played more Urban Ops. I'm either the human pincushion or a bullet magnet. Both? Sure, why not? Now I'm currently listening to "Batman", since Owen is watching it.
I want to punch something. Really. Really. Hard.
Saturday, February 14, 2004
Cead Mile Failte!
Oh yes. It's Valentine's Day. Fuck it. I hate Valentine's day, on principle. Today has been pretty good so far...woke up...played pool, on the way back, some insane person was beeping at me in a car, and I was trying to figure out who the heck it was. It was Meg! And then Henry showed up as well. We proceeded back to the campus center to play pool [Henry is damned good...], and then we got some munchies and sat down and talked. Today definitely hasn't sucked up to now, and if my luck continues, today may continue to be a great day! I was extremely happy to be able to see and hang out with them today.
Ok, I haven't blogged because my roommate messed with my computer settings and it took me two days to get him to fess up and fix it.
It was sort of obvious it was him because he was the only one in the apartment who could do it, and he only banned four websites: www.wpi.edu, www.blogger.com, www.msn.com, and www.google.com. Anyways, he showed me how it was done, and damn, that is one cool trick that I'm going to have to remember. I am now pop-up free because I blocked the ad.doubleclick.com server, thanks to this prank. I was extremely pissed for a while, because you have to trust people you live with, and he lied and said it was just some virus, and he had nothing to do with it. But I learned something: put a password on my administrator account [which he was able to get around], and to always blame him for all my computer problems.
The very next day, I was knocked out of the 64-man pool tournament. That day was a very bad pool day for me. I am not saying I should have won--had I been playing my very best, I'm pretty sure he'd have still won, he was an absolutely AMAZING player. He beat me, 2-0. And then crushed me at 9-ball. I just couldn't hit the shots worth beans that day.
So life sucks. I've continued to just be angry and aggressive all the time now.
Got a 75% on my thermodynamics midterm, but only due to my own stupidity. The system we were analyzing was using AIR, not WATER. I misread the material that was flowing through the control volume. So I got a 6/10 on the first problem because of that mistake. The second problem I earned a 9/10 on, and the point that was taken off was because I had added too much information and cluttered up my answer.
Next day, a quiz was given, and made stupid mistake on it. Probably will get a 6/10. I can't believe I made that mistake.
These past few days I just can't seem to catch a break. I feel like I'm being routed in all my efforts, and there is no point in continuing because I can't win. Screw that. I'm in this for the duration, win or lose. One thing to do: fight onwards and carry forward.
Oh, and I need to bribe someone to sow my scally cap back together: the brim has come loose, so it looks a little weird.
Played a big poker game last night. Everyone started out with $5.00. I went out early on, borrowed $2.50 and, in a single hand, took Russ in really badly. Jack-high straight on the flop, with the fourth street not helping anyone, and fifth card was crap. Took him in by meekly saying "check" when it was my turn to bet. He thought it meant I didn't have anything, so he bet extremely aggressively ($1.00). "Call, raise you $0.50." "Call, raise you $1.75", "Call, raise you $1.50", for the first round of betting. On the last round, he said "Call, raise you $4.00", and I matched, and we showed, and he was pissed.
Since we weren't playing for real money, I didn't cash out...then lost everything on a single hand because I thought I had a straight, but I had overlooked the middle card, and so lost the hand. Whatever, shit happens. Didn't lose real money. But I was frustrated with my own stupidity and went upstairs before he could taunt me about it [I was pretty mad]. Then we were off to the billiards tables, and I just relaxed.
Going out to dinner with my family today [they know I have nothing better to do on St. Valentine's Day...I mean, what would I do tonight? I don't have a date, and I'd probably finish off my roommate's vodka, and just sit around]. Then I've got to take notes for history. The deadline is coming up...fast...
And now I'm off to play Rainbow Six: Urban Operations.
Au revoir. Sante!
Oh yes. It's Valentine's Day. Fuck it. I hate Valentine's day, on principle. Today has been pretty good so far...woke up...played pool, on the way back, some insane person was beeping at me in a car, and I was trying to figure out who the heck it was. It was Meg! And then Henry showed up as well. We proceeded back to the campus center to play pool [Henry is damned good...], and then we got some munchies and sat down and talked. Today definitely hasn't sucked up to now, and if my luck continues, today may continue to be a great day! I was extremely happy to be able to see and hang out with them today.
Ok, I haven't blogged because my roommate messed with my computer settings and it took me two days to get him to fess up and fix it.
It was sort of obvious it was him because he was the only one in the apartment who could do it, and he only banned four websites: www.wpi.edu, www.blogger.com, www.msn.com, and www.google.com. Anyways, he showed me how it was done, and damn, that is one cool trick that I'm going to have to remember. I am now pop-up free because I blocked the ad.doubleclick.com server, thanks to this prank. I was extremely pissed for a while, because you have to trust people you live with, and he lied and said it was just some virus, and he had nothing to do with it. But I learned something: put a password on my administrator account [which he was able to get around], and to always blame him for all my computer problems.
The very next day, I was knocked out of the 64-man pool tournament. That day was a very bad pool day for me. I am not saying I should have won--had I been playing my very best, I'm pretty sure he'd have still won, he was an absolutely AMAZING player. He beat me, 2-0. And then crushed me at 9-ball. I just couldn't hit the shots worth beans that day.
So life sucks. I've continued to just be angry and aggressive all the time now.
Got a 75% on my thermodynamics midterm, but only due to my own stupidity. The system we were analyzing was using AIR, not WATER. I misread the material that was flowing through the control volume. So I got a 6/10 on the first problem because of that mistake. The second problem I earned a 9/10 on, and the point that was taken off was because I had added too much information and cluttered up my answer.
Next day, a quiz was given, and made stupid mistake on it. Probably will get a 6/10. I can't believe I made that mistake.
These past few days I just can't seem to catch a break. I feel like I'm being routed in all my efforts, and there is no point in continuing because I can't win. Screw that. I'm in this for the duration, win or lose. One thing to do: fight onwards and carry forward.
Oh, and I need to bribe someone to sow my scally cap back together: the brim has come loose, so it looks a little weird.
Played a big poker game last night. Everyone started out with $5.00. I went out early on, borrowed $2.50 and, in a single hand, took Russ in really badly. Jack-high straight on the flop, with the fourth street not helping anyone, and fifth card was crap. Took him in by meekly saying "check" when it was my turn to bet. He thought it meant I didn't have anything, so he bet extremely aggressively ($1.00). "Call, raise you $0.50." "Call, raise you $1.75", "Call, raise you $1.50", for the first round of betting. On the last round, he said "Call, raise you $4.00", and I matched, and we showed, and he was pissed.
Since we weren't playing for real money, I didn't cash out...then lost everything on a single hand because I thought I had a straight, but I had overlooked the middle card, and so lost the hand. Whatever, shit happens. Didn't lose real money. But I was frustrated with my own stupidity and went upstairs before he could taunt me about it [I was pretty mad]. Then we were off to the billiards tables, and I just relaxed.
Going out to dinner with my family today [they know I have nothing better to do on St. Valentine's Day...I mean, what would I do tonight? I don't have a date, and I'd probably finish off my roommate's vodka, and just sit around]. Then I've got to take notes for history. The deadline is coming up...fast...
And now I'm off to play Rainbow Six: Urban Operations.
Au revoir. Sante!
Wednesday, February 11, 2004
Allo! I'd write this one up in Russian, but I need a cyrillic keyset...which I don't have. I'd also need to know how to spell in Russian...and the grammar...both of which are extremely hard...
Just got back from Chopper, the magicalest place in the land! Threw some fireballs, dodged some boulders, you know, the usual heroic stuff. I also was able to buy a week's worth of groceries in addition to all that adventuring.
Chris: you should be through with your very first [legal] hangover right now. Check, please!
I declare that Operation Clean Shit Up is a partial success--it shall recommence within the hour to bring it to full completion! We shall bring those rebels to their knees and beat them like the dogs they are! But first, it's off to see the TA for thermo to double check my homework...and then I have to rewrite it because my working copy is really really really messy. The only way that problem could get any more funner is if they threw in a part asking <insert technobabble bullshit here> and why it works.
And now I is off to see the wizard! The wonderful wizard of engineering. Because because because because...of all the hell he puts us through! We're engineers, We're engineers in tights TIGHT tights, roaming around the campus looking for pocket protectors, we steal from the TAs, give to the school, that's right! Na na, na na na na na, na na na na na, nanannana.
Ok, I'm really going now. Hopefully I'll be off my sugar high later. Au revoir. Sante!
Just got back from Chopper, the magicalest place in the land! Threw some fireballs, dodged some boulders, you know, the usual heroic stuff. I also was able to buy a week's worth of groceries in addition to all that adventuring.
Chris: you should be through with your very first [legal] hangover right now. Check, please!
I declare that Operation Clean Shit Up is a partial success--it shall recommence within the hour to bring it to full completion! We shall bring those rebels to their knees and beat them like the dogs they are! But first, it's off to see the TA for thermo to double check my homework...and then I have to rewrite it because my working copy is really really really messy. The only way that problem could get any more funner is if they threw in a part asking <insert technobabble bullshit here> and why it works.
And now I is off to see the wizard! The wonderful wizard of engineering. Because because because because...of all the hell he puts us through! We're engineers, We're engineers in tights TIGHT tights, roaming around the campus looking for pocket protectors, we steal from the TAs, give to the school, that's right! Na na, na na na na na, na na na na na, nanannana.
Ok, I'm really going now. Hopefully I'll be off my sugar high later. Au revoir. Sante!
Operation Clean Shit Up has entered its execution phase...
Cead Mile Failte!
: "That's just as impossible as copper circuits!"
Way to go, that'll show 'em!
Da, Tycho here. How goes it, comrades? It is I, your fearless and awe-inspiring commissar, here to rescue you from the clutches of...of...of...grip! Yes, the clutches of grip! I have shared in your toil, and so we shall all reap equal reward...mine being a bit more equal than yours, but that's no matter! You should all be willing to sacrifice yourselves for my happiness and well-being. FOR THE GLORY OF THE SOVIET UNION!!!
*Slap* *Slap* *Slap*
Hmmm...yes, I don't quite know what came over me. *Slap* *Slap* *Slap*
Yes! I get it! I'm done with that!
*Slap* *Slap* *Slap*
Oh, you little f*cker, wanna go? Right now? I'll through you out the window!!!
Well, at least I'll try...there's that pesky screen in the way.
So, yeah, it's almost 0130 on February 11th, 2004. And I'm just kicking back and chilling. The thermodynamics problem is all finished up and done, and it took ALOT less time than I had thought it would. Only about two hours. Not to bad. Much better than those problems from the class that won't be mentioned that took upwards of ten hours to solve.
Anyways, so I got back, and immediately shovelled my face full of food. That was at about midnight. I'm still stuffing my face with the goodness of excessive amounts of nutrients. I have not yet begun to eat!
Played some Tribes II, kicked ass and took names...or is it taking ass and kicking names? Both?
*Slap* *Slap* *Slap*
DAMNIT, I'M THE DAMNED CAPITALIST NOW YOU COMMIE BASTARD, NOW LAY OFF!!!
*Slap* *Stab*
Excellent, now that my hand is now effectively pinned to the desk by the covenient use of a readily available knife, I no longer need to worry about being slapped.
*Slap* F*CK!!! *Stab*
Ok, now it isd rtealloy hjartd yto trype ewithg nmy nbopse.
Please excuse my poor spelling [look ma, I'm an smart njineer!!!], not to mention the poor grammar. Lacking in that skill I am, much practice need I do.
What was that? Red vs. Blue is on? Where?
BYE!!! RED VS. BLUE!!!!!!!!!
*Slap* AAAARRRRRGGGHHHH!!! GARFIELD!!!
Da svidanja, ja ne gavar'yoo po'ruskie!
: "That's just as impossible as copper circuits!"
Way to go, that'll show 'em!
Da, Tycho here. How goes it, comrades? It is I, your fearless and awe-inspiring commissar, here to rescue you from the clutches of...of...of...grip! Yes, the clutches of grip! I have shared in your toil, and so we shall all reap equal reward...mine being a bit more equal than yours, but that's no matter! You should all be willing to sacrifice yourselves for my happiness and well-being. FOR THE GLORY OF THE SOVIET UNION!!!
*Slap* *Slap* *Slap*
Hmmm...yes, I don't quite know what came over me. *Slap* *Slap* *Slap*
Yes! I get it! I'm done with that!
*Slap* *Slap* *Slap*
Oh, you little f*cker, wanna go? Right now? I'll through you out the window!!!
Well, at least I'll try...there's that pesky screen in the way.
So, yeah, it's almost 0130 on February 11th, 2004. And I'm just kicking back and chilling. The thermodynamics problem is all finished up and done, and it took ALOT less time than I had thought it would. Only about two hours. Not to bad. Much better than those problems from the class that won't be mentioned that took upwards of ten hours to solve.
Anyways, so I got back, and immediately shovelled my face full of food. That was at about midnight. I'm still stuffing my face with the goodness of excessive amounts of nutrients. I have not yet begun to eat!
Played some Tribes II, kicked ass and took names...or is it taking ass and kicking names? Both?
*Slap* *Slap* *Slap*
DAMNIT, I'M THE DAMNED CAPITALIST NOW YOU COMMIE BASTARD, NOW LAY OFF!!!
*Slap* *Stab*
Excellent, now that my hand is now effectively pinned to the desk by the covenient use of a readily available knife, I no longer need to worry about being slapped.
*Slap* F*CK!!! *Stab*
Ok, now it isd rtealloy hjartd yto trype ewithg nmy nbopse.
Please excuse my poor spelling [look ma, I'm an smart njineer!!!], not to mention the poor grammar. Lacking in that skill I am, much practice need I do.
What was that? Red vs. Blue is on? Where?
BYE!!! RED VS. BLUE!!!!!!!!!
*Slap* AAAARRRRRGGGHHHH!!! GARFIELD!!!
Da svidanja, ja ne gavar'yoo po'ruskie!
Tuesday, February 10, 2004
Doc: "So...do they put something in the water here?"
Grif: "Water? Oh, we ran out of water about six months ago!"
Doc: "Uh huh...so what do you guys drink?"
Grif: "Oh, you know: ketchup, soy sauce gravy, the usual!"
Sarge: "I only drink the blood of my enemies!...............and the occasional strawberry Yoohoo.................sometimes enjoy a sex on the beach.........oooh...and a little bit of that pina colada"
I'm still wondering why Grif gave Sarge CPR for a bullet wound in the head...no wonder no one likes him...not even the Doc!
Ok, I must apologize for my rantings against those who have leftist leanings...it's only because I lean to the right a bit ["bit" meaning "tilting over and falling"]. Just because I hate your political ideology does not mean I hate you. Or your family [who will be killed for your political leanings...but that's just a minor detail], etc. Just make fun of the fact that a Republican somehow got the nickname "Frenchy". That usually will shut me up.
So...why are there trees lining the streets of Paris? So the Germans can march in the shade!
How many armored divisions does it take to defend France? I don't know, it's never been done before!
Why do French tanks have five gears in reverse and one gear in forward? In case they get attacked from behind!
Ok, enough French jokes...they're lame and underhanded, not to mention very childish. Unfortunately for them, that does not take away from their truthfulness.
I have also been extremely aggessive and "angry" the past couple days, and that was commented on last night by several people. I'm sorry. I don't know what has been going on with me lately. Stress? Probably not. Don't know what it is. I will make sure never to go off at the hilt like that again.
Just got back from talking with my sufficiency advisor...I FINALLY DID SOMETHING RIGHT!!! [the first time 'round, too!!!] I'm pretty excited about that, because usually I do it ass-backwards or from some weird lateral direction.
She gave me a list of movies that I might want to watch that are related to my project, and I'm going to look for them shortly.
I am going to waste away for the rest of the day taking notes and going to meetings...and eating lead for part of it, I'm sure, if my roommate convinces me to play Rainbow Six again. I am the only man on the face of this planet that can take 24 .45 caliber bullets and still remain standing. Of course, this is a game. Please do not try that at home. I promise bad things will happen.
Meeting Claudio at 9:30 tonight to do our thermodynamics homework...and my roommate told me that he got some weird answer [I was pretty freaked out after I heard it]. And after that we'll probably watch the rest of "The Mummy Returns" and hang out at the campus center or something with John, Max, Sarah, and Jeff or whomever is there. Hopefully get some pool in, too...I need to practice before my next match.
Ok, this post is just plain weird...I'll come back later when I don't feel like weirodishnessly strange.
Grif: "Water? Oh, we ran out of water about six months ago!"
Doc: "Uh huh...so what do you guys drink?"
Grif: "Oh, you know: ketchup, soy sauce gravy, the usual!"
Sarge: "I only drink the blood of my enemies!...............and the occasional strawberry Yoohoo.................sometimes enjoy a sex on the beach.........oooh...and a little bit of that pina colada"
I'm still wondering why Grif gave Sarge CPR for a bullet wound in the head...no wonder no one likes him...not even the Doc!
Ok, I must apologize for my rantings against those who have leftist leanings...it's only because I lean to the right a bit ["bit" meaning "tilting over and falling"]. Just because I hate your political ideology does not mean I hate you. Or your family [who will be killed for your political leanings...but that's just a minor detail], etc. Just make fun of the fact that a Republican somehow got the nickname "Frenchy". That usually will shut me up.
So...why are there trees lining the streets of Paris? So the Germans can march in the shade!
How many armored divisions does it take to defend France? I don't know, it's never been done before!
Why do French tanks have five gears in reverse and one gear in forward? In case they get attacked from behind!
Ok, enough French jokes...they're lame and underhanded, not to mention very childish. Unfortunately for them, that does not take away from their truthfulness.
I have also been extremely aggessive and "angry" the past couple days, and that was commented on last night by several people. I'm sorry. I don't know what has been going on with me lately. Stress? Probably not. Don't know what it is. I will make sure never to go off at the hilt like that again.
Just got back from talking with my sufficiency advisor...I FINALLY DID SOMETHING RIGHT!!! [the first time 'round, too!!!] I'm pretty excited about that, because usually I do it ass-backwards or from some weird lateral direction.
She gave me a list of movies that I might want to watch that are related to my project, and I'm going to look for them shortly.
I am going to waste away for the rest of the day taking notes and going to meetings...and eating lead for part of it, I'm sure, if my roommate convinces me to play Rainbow Six again. I am the only man on the face of this planet that can take 24 .45 caliber bullets and still remain standing. Of course, this is a game. Please do not try that at home. I promise bad things will happen.
Meeting Claudio at 9:30 tonight to do our thermodynamics homework...and my roommate told me that he got some weird answer [I was pretty freaked out after I heard it]. And after that we'll probably watch the rest of "The Mummy Returns" and hang out at the campus center or something with John, Max, Sarah, and Jeff or whomever is there. Hopefully get some pool in, too...I need to practice before my next match.
Ok, this post is just plain weird...I'll come back later when I don't feel like weirodishnessly strange.
Tucker: "I am NOT playing with your dongle..."
Yeah, Episode 23 of Red vs. Blue rocked...and Grif, somehow, is still alive, and everyone still hates him [even Dufrayne/Doc!].
Ok, some major beefs about this morning. My roommate's alarm went off, and off and off and off and off...took him something like 15 minutes to turn it off...then the other one gets up and starts slurping away on his infected and highly dangerous Worcester tap water [we all swear that's why he's always so damn sick], and taps on his desk incessantly. Therefore, I miss out on an hour of much much much needed sleep [didn't get in until about 0240 hours this morning].
Whatever, complaining generally doesn't fix things. Russ and I are still in our housing fix...not a good situation...our only saving grace will be if we get a relatively good lottery number.
Right, and my psych professor is a sexually-crazed old dirty leftist commie bastard. Today was a very VERY disturbing day in class. I wish I had gone with my earlier idea of skipping it for some extra sleep. If he feels the need to share, he can make a porno and make a profit from it, but please spare my ears, because I don't want nor need to hear it.
See, some people think I hate liberals. This is very untrue. I hate liberals who go "HELP! HELP! I'M BEING REPRESSED!" and protest about how Bush is slaughtering helpless babies and eating them [hell, it's only a modest proposal to try and curb hunger in the US...don't you people have ANY sense of perspective?!?].
Ha! A Modest Proposal! I made a funny!
In fact, I hate all politicians...they're all lying sacks of shit that were born and raised for some major pole-polishing followed by backstabbing their friends. Picking a president is like picking the least bad one of the bunch. The whole lot of them are ass-kissing fucktards who wouldn't know how to lead even if they were granted the gift of being extremely charismatic. What a bunch of idiots. Yes, I am currently politically disillusioned.
I only dislike communists more than those people, because in Soviet Russia, you don't eat babies, babies eat YOU! Speaking about the CCCP, I hear the new movie "Miracle" [1980 Winter Olympics] is exceptionally good.
Simmons: "Ok, on three...One.."
Grif: "Wait! On three? Or three and then we go?"
Simmons: "On three. It's ALWAYS faster on three!"
Grif: "Ok, on three."
Simmons: "One..."
*Grif runs away*: "Oh shit oh shit oh shit!
Simmons: "Two...Three! *turns* Oh, you backstabbing cockbite!"
Yeah, Episode 23 of Red vs. Blue rocked...and Grif, somehow, is still alive, and everyone still hates him [even Dufrayne/Doc!].
Ok, some major beefs about this morning. My roommate's alarm went off, and off and off and off and off...took him something like 15 minutes to turn it off...then the other one gets up and starts slurping away on his infected and highly dangerous Worcester tap water [we all swear that's why he's always so damn sick], and taps on his desk incessantly. Therefore, I miss out on an hour of much much much needed sleep [didn't get in until about 0240 hours this morning].
Whatever, complaining generally doesn't fix things. Russ and I are still in our housing fix...not a good situation...our only saving grace will be if we get a relatively good lottery number.
Right, and my psych professor is a sexually-crazed old dirty leftist commie bastard. Today was a very VERY disturbing day in class. I wish I had gone with my earlier idea of skipping it for some extra sleep. If he feels the need to share, he can make a porno and make a profit from it, but please spare my ears, because I don't want nor need to hear it.
See, some people think I hate liberals. This is very untrue. I hate liberals who go "HELP! HELP! I'M BEING REPRESSED!" and protest about how Bush is slaughtering helpless babies and eating them [hell, it's only a modest proposal to try and curb hunger in the US...don't you people have ANY sense of perspective?!?].
Ha! A Modest Proposal! I made a funny!
In fact, I hate all politicians...they're all lying sacks of shit that were born and raised for some major pole-polishing followed by backstabbing their friends. Picking a president is like picking the least bad one of the bunch. The whole lot of them are ass-kissing fucktards who wouldn't know how to lead even if they were granted the gift of being extremely charismatic. What a bunch of idiots. Yes, I am currently politically disillusioned.
I only dislike communists more than those people, because in Soviet Russia, you don't eat babies, babies eat YOU! Speaking about the CCCP, I hear the new movie "Miracle" [1980 Winter Olympics] is exceptionally good.
Simmons: "Ok, on three...One.."
Grif: "Wait! On three? Or three and then we go?"
Simmons: "On three. It's ALWAYS faster on three!"
Grif: "Ok, on three."
Simmons: "One..."
*Grif runs away*: "Oh shit oh shit oh shit!
Simmons: "Two...Three! *turns* Oh, you backstabbing cockbite!"
Monday, February 09, 2004
They're talking about detergents and snuggles and more fabric softeners...OH THE DAMNED HUMANITY...HELP ME...SOMEONE...THIS IS NOT FAIR!!!
Give me a gun. Whether with 4 bullets or only 1, it doesn't matter, so long as this non-manly, non-macho talk ENDS!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Give me a gun. Whether with 4 bullets or only 1, it doesn't matter, so long as this non-manly, non-macho talk ENDS!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!
SAVE ME! MY ROOMMATES ARE TALKING ABOUT FABRIC SOFTENER!!!
I DON'T THINK I CAN CALL THEM "MEN" ANYMORE!
On a more sane and manly note: I just tried calling Mr. Birthday Gramps, but the old man has his cell phone off. Probably because he's at work study until 5:30 this evening. Got him a card, but won't be able to send it [because the campus bookstore is retarded...they carry cards, but not stamps!!!], so that will have to wait until I make it to wherever the hell Worcester's post office is. And I'll probably see him before that, because I am not crossing 290 like I did that last time I was out in that part of Worcester.
And I'm a consumer whore. And how.
I DON'T THINK I CAN CALL THEM "MEN" ANYMORE!
On a more sane and manly note: I just tried calling Mr. Birthday Gramps, but the old man has his cell phone off. Probably because he's at work study until 5:30 this evening. Got him a card, but won't be able to send it [because the campus bookstore is retarded...they carry cards, but not stamps!!!], so that will have to wait until I make it to wherever the hell Worcester's post office is. And I'll probably see him before that, because I am not crossing 290 like I did that last time I was out in that part of Worcester.
And I'm a consumer whore. And how.
It's going to be about 40 degrees out today [or 3-5 degrees celsius for you weird non-Imperial folk]!!!
That means...that's right! It's warm enough for me to go running! Currently I'm planning a 5 miler at a relaxed pace, so I can actually enjoy the feeling [rather than racing and feeling lots and lots of pain].
I'm really excited!!! Hopefully I'll have time... SWEEET!!!!!!
That means...that's right! It's warm enough for me to go running! Currently I'm planning a 5 miler at a relaxed pace, so I can actually enjoy the feeling [rather than racing and feeling lots and lots of pain].
I'm really excited!!! Hopefully I'll have time... SWEEET!!!!!!
Alright...I buckled down and did some suff work today...not much at all, really, but it was better than nothing, which I probably would have done if I hadn't forced myself. Only about two pages of notes. Need to get that annotated bibliography done tomorrow because it's due Tuesday.
So, I woke up today, managed to not smash my head against the ceiling, was able to slide out of bed without falling on my keister, and then actually watched good anime. That goes against everything I stand for. I have you Naruto. And Read or Die. Can't help but watch it. Must use some sort of new-fangled uber-liminal messaging systems or some shit like that. It held me memorized for about three hours. I'm even starting to like shows with names like "Prince of Tennis" [which is about a kid who plays tennis, by the way].
And then it was sufficiency time, and I cracked open a HUMONGOUS book about the Eastern front during WWII...didn't get a whole lot of information, but I don't need much, anyways. Got promptly embarrassed when I went downstairs to get some water in only my boxers, and there were two young women in the apartment. I should really remember to put my pants on BEFORE I go outside the room.
Aye, then I got hungry, so I got dressed, and went to DAKA. And tonight was my lucky night. Not only did they have corned beef...they had some sort of sausage ravioli in bechamel sauce and some weird veggie mix along with potatoes with bacon bits literally glued to them. Was reading A Storm of Swords at the part where Davos is saying how retarded Stannis is for being a teamkilling fucktard, when Ser Allister is being a whiny ass bitch. Then I heard my name, looked up, and saw Dr. Jackal waving me over to his table. So I sit down, and we talk about the billiards tourney for a bit...evidently he won his opening match, 2-0, and is looking forward to his next one.
Unfortunately, I am advancing to the next round. I wouldn't be disappointed by this [seeing how the goal is to WIN], except that I never played my opponent, he has to forfeit because he doesn't have the time to play before the deadline. He never had a fair chance to beat me and advance onwards, so I feel cheated of a fair fight.
He knew a woman, who sat down at the table and immediately asked if I had taken Heat Transfer [a qualified and much thankful NO! to that]...and I found out she was in my stress analysis class last term, and I asked how she had done.
Well, she was one of the 45% of the people who dropped out because it got insanely hard to the point that she would wake up, work on stress all day, and go to bed. Thankfully she didn't have Rencis, because they had it a bit worse than us, though they didn't have to get up quite so early, and should have been coherent by class time. Speaking about Stress Analysis, Claudio and I were talking about it the other day, and C told me that he and Rencis were talking and Rencis has said that the course had too much information to be absorbed, and that if he were an undergraduate, he probably wouldn't pass the course.
When I got back to the apartment, Emily^2 were gone, and it was time for me [under much compulsion and duress] to uninstall and reinstall all things Rainbow Six. So I did so. And then much glee was had by all as I did much better tonight. I put all sorts of painful hurt on Russ during adversarial mode. Bastard cornered me in some town, with him on the high ground, so I sat and waited, while under constant fire, for the perfect shot. And he was giggling like a retarded monkey that didn't quite yet understand "patty-cake", and strafing back and forth. I gently squeezed the trigger, and a puff of red exploded from where his throat SHOULD have been.
It's a great thing when you drop a grenade down a hole and hear him go: "Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit!"
After that, it was good ole' Red vs. Blue time! "No, no, it's just some sort of fuzzy pulsating thing". "I hated you. I always hated you the most." "I know, now hurry up and die, you prick!". "Ok! Hugggh....unnnnggh...."
EPISODE 23!!!!! YES!!!
So, I woke up today, managed to not smash my head against the ceiling, was able to slide out of bed without falling on my keister, and then actually watched good anime. That goes against everything I stand for. I have you Naruto. And Read or Die. Can't help but watch it. Must use some sort of new-fangled uber-liminal messaging systems or some shit like that. It held me memorized for about three hours. I'm even starting to like shows with names like "Prince of Tennis" [which is about a kid who plays tennis, by the way].
And then it was sufficiency time, and I cracked open a HUMONGOUS book about the Eastern front during WWII...didn't get a whole lot of information, but I don't need much, anyways. Got promptly embarrassed when I went downstairs to get some water in only my boxers, and there were two young women in the apartment. I should really remember to put my pants on BEFORE I go outside the room.
Aye, then I got hungry, so I got dressed, and went to DAKA. And tonight was my lucky night. Not only did they have corned beef...they had some sort of sausage ravioli in bechamel sauce and some weird veggie mix along with potatoes with bacon bits literally glued to them. Was reading A Storm of Swords at the part where Davos is saying how retarded Stannis is for being a teamkilling fucktard, when Ser Allister is being a whiny ass bitch. Then I heard my name, looked up, and saw Dr. Jackal waving me over to his table. So I sit down, and we talk about the billiards tourney for a bit...evidently he won his opening match, 2-0, and is looking forward to his next one.
Unfortunately, I am advancing to the next round. I wouldn't be disappointed by this [seeing how the goal is to WIN], except that I never played my opponent, he has to forfeit because he doesn't have the time to play before the deadline. He never had a fair chance to beat me and advance onwards, so I feel cheated of a fair fight.
He knew a woman, who sat down at the table and immediately asked if I had taken Heat Transfer [a qualified and much thankful NO! to that]...and I found out she was in my stress analysis class last term, and I asked how she had done.
Well, she was one of the 45% of the people who dropped out because it got insanely hard to the point that she would wake up, work on stress all day, and go to bed. Thankfully she didn't have Rencis, because they had it a bit worse than us, though they didn't have to get up quite so early, and should have been coherent by class time. Speaking about Stress Analysis, Claudio and I were talking about it the other day, and C told me that he and Rencis were talking and Rencis has said that the course had too much information to be absorbed, and that if he were an undergraduate, he probably wouldn't pass the course.
When I got back to the apartment, Emily^2 were gone, and it was time for me [under much compulsion and duress] to uninstall and reinstall all things Rainbow Six. So I did so. And then much glee was had by all as I did much better tonight. I put all sorts of painful hurt on Russ during adversarial mode. Bastard cornered me in some town, with him on the high ground, so I sat and waited, while under constant fire, for the perfect shot. And he was giggling like a retarded monkey that didn't quite yet understand "patty-cake", and strafing back and forth. I gently squeezed the trigger, and a puff of red exploded from where his throat SHOULD have been.
It's a great thing when you drop a grenade down a hole and hear him go: "Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit!"
After that, it was good ole' Red vs. Blue time! "No, no, it's just some sort of fuzzy pulsating thing". "I hated you. I always hated you the most." "I know, now hurry up and die, you prick!". "Ok! Hugggh....unnnnggh...."
EPISODE 23!!!!! YES!!!
Sunday, February 08, 2004
"If you have nowhere to go, you should come home with us. We've got everything you could ever want. A hot meal, a soft bed, the scent of sweet perfume, a cute little dog, and we can watch porno videos together!"
An old [evidently very horny] couple to a young girl in "Read or Die". Mii-Nee!!!
An old [evidently very horny] couple to a young girl in "Read or Die". Mii-Nee!!!
"So your girlfriend likes to siphon gas?"--Chad
Majorly intense Halo action tonight. Really great gaming moments. TS drops down from a higher platform and I clobber him with a sucker punch. Noah and I both pistol-whipped each other at the same time...pretty funny to watch from an observer's perspective.
Played for an hour, then went out to Chef of India or India Chef or some restaurant.
I got the chicken curry, Claudio got the Tandoori chicken, Chad ordered chicken korma, and Bassam asked for chicken vindaloo [which, as the menu stated quite clearly, was extremely hot and spicy].
Then we went back to their place and played more Halo.
Strangest part? TS, Chad, and Noah are all missionaries for the Baptist Church. Took me surprise when I found out. Also learned that Bassam [an Iraqi], is a Christian...I'm learning lots of stuff tonight...
Really good time to be had, hopefully will be able to hang out with them more soon. Now for gaming!
Majorly intense Halo action tonight. Really great gaming moments. TS drops down from a higher platform and I clobber him with a sucker punch. Noah and I both pistol-whipped each other at the same time...pretty funny to watch from an observer's perspective.
Played for an hour, then went out to Chef of India or India Chef or some restaurant.
I got the chicken curry, Claudio got the Tandoori chicken, Chad ordered chicken korma, and Bassam asked for chicken vindaloo [which, as the menu stated quite clearly, was extremely hot and spicy].
Then we went back to their place and played more Halo.
Strangest part? TS, Chad, and Noah are all missionaries for the Baptist Church. Took me surprise when I found out. Also learned that Bassam [an Iraqi], is a Christian...I'm learning lots of stuff tonight...
Really good time to be had, hopefully will be able to hang out with them more soon. Now for gaming!
Saturday, February 07, 2004
Yeah...woke up at 1330 hours, proceeded to screw around until 1600, when I had a meeting, from there I went to the library and picked up 9 more books, then met Ryan at the campus center and ate pizza.
Then it was time to work on my suff, but I got to playing a combat tactics game, and so my time got eaten away to nothing, and I'm being picked up in a few minutes to go play some Halo. Hopefully I won't get named Caboose again.
Fellas, am I really like Caboose? I always fashioned myself to be more like Sarge or Grif. Wait, yeah, definitely more like Grif. Or is it the other way around? Don't know.
And I forgot to get to Chopper to pick up something to bring. Shit.
Never back. Always forward. FOLLOW ME!!!
Half a league, half a league
Half a league onward.
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew,
Some one had blundered.
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them
Cannon to left of them
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd
Storm'd at with shot and shell
Boldly they rode, and well
Into the jaws of Death
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turned in air,
Sabring the gunners there.
Charging an army,
While all the world wonder'd.
Plunged in the battery smoke,
Right thro' the line they broke
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd
Then they rode back, but not,
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them
Cannon to left of them
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd
Storm'd at with shot and shell
While horse and hero fell
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made,
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
Excellent, still from memory. And like any good MI cap trooper, if you give me a task, I'm gonna step up and take a swing at it.
Then it was time to work on my suff, but I got to playing a combat tactics game, and so my time got eaten away to nothing, and I'm being picked up in a few minutes to go play some Halo. Hopefully I won't get named Caboose again.
Fellas, am I really like Caboose? I always fashioned myself to be more like Sarge or Grif. Wait, yeah, definitely more like Grif. Or is it the other way around? Don't know.
And I forgot to get to Chopper to pick up something to bring. Shit.
Never back. Always forward. FOLLOW ME!!!
Half a league, half a league
Half a league onward.
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew,
Some one had blundered.
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them
Cannon to left of them
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd
Storm'd at with shot and shell
Boldly they rode, and well
Into the jaws of Death
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turned in air,
Sabring the gunners there.
Charging an army,
While all the world wonder'd.
Plunged in the battery smoke,
Right thro' the line they broke
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd
Then they rode back, but not,
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them
Cannon to left of them
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd
Storm'd at with shot and shell
While horse and hero fell
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made,
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
Excellent, still from memory. And like any good MI cap trooper, if you give me a task, I'm gonna step up and take a swing at it.
Just finished with an all-night session of gaming [started off with a bit of Covert Ops, rounded out with Starcraft, then ended with Black Thorn].
Started at about 8...ended at about...holy crap...5...we've been playing for 9 hours!
Anyways, we played co-op in Covert Ops and did reasonably well. Played Starcraft, and I kicked all their asses with all three races--even when they allied against me. The only time they beat me was the game I told them "hey, I'm just going to screw around and build nukes, okay?".
On to the Black Thorn adverserial action, where it pitted the four of us against each other in vicious battle. I did exceptionally well tonight...strangely enough, my aim was a whole lot better after having a couple of shots of vodka. Then again, I kicked their asses in Starcraft at that point, as well. Toph promised to buy me an entire fifth if I could finish the bottle straight up, but I kindly declined the challenge...a shot or two here and there doesn't hurt me, but doing that would have taken it beyond moderation, and probably would have been dangerous.
Toph's friend Alyssa stayed over, and she was absolutely shocked that we were awake at 4:30 in the morning playing games. She couldn't believe it. We had told her earlier to expect it, but she thought that we were just pulling her leg.
In any case, we got our thermo homework for the week today...yay? Supposedly 30 people failed last week's exam, or at least barely passed, etc. Whatever...it's too late to worry about it right now.
And if anyone sees anything in this post offensive...I have been up for about 20 hours, ate 2 pounds of M & Ms, along with a huge amount of Ernies food...so I'm pretty much a bouncing off the wall ball of energy, ready to fling out lightning to force everyone to swear fealty to me! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Started at about 8...ended at about...holy crap...5...we've been playing for 9 hours!
Anyways, we played co-op in Covert Ops and did reasonably well. Played Starcraft, and I kicked all their asses with all three races--even when they allied against me. The only time they beat me was the game I told them "hey, I'm just going to screw around and build nukes, okay?".
On to the Black Thorn adverserial action, where it pitted the four of us against each other in vicious battle. I did exceptionally well tonight...strangely enough, my aim was a whole lot better after having a couple of shots of vodka. Then again, I kicked their asses in Starcraft at that point, as well. Toph promised to buy me an entire fifth if I could finish the bottle straight up, but I kindly declined the challenge...a shot or two here and there doesn't hurt me, but doing that would have taken it beyond moderation, and probably would have been dangerous.
Toph's friend Alyssa stayed over, and she was absolutely shocked that we were awake at 4:30 in the morning playing games. She couldn't believe it. We had told her earlier to expect it, but she thought that we were just pulling her leg.
In any case, we got our thermo homework for the week today...yay? Supposedly 30 people failed last week's exam, or at least barely passed, etc. Whatever...it's too late to worry about it right now.
And if anyone sees anything in this post offensive...I have been up for about 20 hours, ate 2 pounds of M & Ms, along with a huge amount of Ernies food...so I'm pretty much a bouncing off the wall ball of energy, ready to fling out lightning to force everyone to swear fealty to me! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Friday, February 06, 2004
Don't got much to do, so I'm going to inanely babble stuff right now, if you don't mind...oh right! It's my blog! I can do what I want!
So, this is a story of...well...ummm...oh, yes, Aviation Challenge, where I got to be a fighter pilot for a week. Due to that, I can technically fly an F/A-18 Hornet, if there was an emergency that called for it...sorta like in Independence Day.
And I just fubared my computer...excellent.
Anyways. Upon arrival, I had no idea how intense this program would be. Reveille at 0600 every morning. Physical training [PT] was scheduled at 0610. In those ten minutes, we were expected to wake up, shake the last dredges of sleep from conciousness, make our beds [military style...if you dropped a quarter on it, it'd bounce off and hit the ceiling]...if there was a single TINY wrinkle, it was worth 50 pushups [yeah...that sucked], dress into PT gear, and sprint out to the assembly area under the tarp.
PT was brutal. 25 pushups [3 count pushups though, so it's actually 50 of them], what felt like 300 sit ups, followed by more pushups, then more situps, etc., and then 50 POW lunges with each leg [OUCH!]. Then it was time for the water portion. Line up on the angled beach, sprint into the water, then back out, 30 times. Once that was over, had to crawl 25 yards over open ground like you do in the barbed wire obstacle. And then, we'd be absolutely exhausted, just in time for the mile "fun" run, which was done at a 6:00 minute mile pace.
So, by 0710, we're physically exhausted. We're given five minutes to sprint back to our barracks, shower, change into BDUs [Battle Dress Uniforms], and meet up for chow call.
We were required to drink a minimum of a quart of water with every meal, and drinking more was highly encouraged [almost 100 degrees with high humidity, while being physically active all day].
And it was buffet style [w00t!!!]...and I can't EVER remember eating so much as I did at Aviation Challenge. But that's getting ahead of myself. I need to inform you of how they woke us up every morning.
First morning: Nate sprints into the room shouting shit at us and flicking the lights. The most peaceful-wake up of the entire week.
Second morning: Three or four of them come into the barracks, wielding billy clubs. If you weren't out of bed within the first second of them being there, you got beaten with them. Thank goodness I was in the corner, and avoided being hit.
Third morning: Anyone who slept through the billy club routine has his mattress picked up and thrown out the door [while the person was still in it, trying to sleep]. Needless to say, after today, people didn't have a problem about getting up at all.
Fourth morning: That morning was freaky as all hell. Link comes in and gently wakes us all, "Uhhhhh...guys? It's 0600. Time to wake up. If you don't mind, I'm going to turn on the light, is that okay with you, fellas? Oh, and we'd really appreciate if you made it outside for PT this morning, we'd love to have you! Ok, hopefully I'll see you in a few, guys. Please wake up.". So he turns on the light and leaves...and we're wondering when the men with billy clubs are to be turned loose on us again. They didn't show up. But PT was a living hell that day.
Fifth morning: Fucking assholes. Mission flying time. Briefed extensively for two hours on our objectives, our ROE [Rules of Engagement], and all that other stuff you need to know for a mission. So they sneak in before ANYONE is up, and set up an air raid siren, a military grade, air raid siren. The ones you can hear over a mile away. At 0600, it goes off. And we are blown away, we sprint for our flight suits and BDUs and mission notes and suit up for the mission. Then the billy clubs started flying, and we're like "FUCK! LETS GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!". And we kick the enemy's ass and take names [2 aerial gunnery kills by yours truly in a single mission...our plane racked up 10 aerial kills total...we were aces, man!].
Ok, sorry, I'm always highly amused by what happened at Aviation Challenge. You had to be there for much of it.
I'm sorry to bore you, but I was bored and needed something to do.
So, this is a story of...well...ummm...oh, yes, Aviation Challenge, where I got to be a fighter pilot for a week. Due to that, I can technically fly an F/A-18 Hornet, if there was an emergency that called for it...sorta like in Independence Day.
And I just fubared my computer...excellent.
Anyways. Upon arrival, I had no idea how intense this program would be. Reveille at 0600 every morning. Physical training [PT] was scheduled at 0610. In those ten minutes, we were expected to wake up, shake the last dredges of sleep from conciousness, make our beds [military style...if you dropped a quarter on it, it'd bounce off and hit the ceiling]...if there was a single TINY wrinkle, it was worth 50 pushups [yeah...that sucked], dress into PT gear, and sprint out to the assembly area under the tarp.
PT was brutal. 25 pushups [3 count pushups though, so it's actually 50 of them], what felt like 300 sit ups, followed by more pushups, then more situps, etc., and then 50 POW lunges with each leg [OUCH!]. Then it was time for the water portion. Line up on the angled beach, sprint into the water, then back out, 30 times. Once that was over, had to crawl 25 yards over open ground like you do in the barbed wire obstacle. And then, we'd be absolutely exhausted, just in time for the mile "fun" run, which was done at a 6:00 minute mile pace.
So, by 0710, we're physically exhausted. We're given five minutes to sprint back to our barracks, shower, change into BDUs [Battle Dress Uniforms], and meet up for chow call.
We were required to drink a minimum of a quart of water with every meal, and drinking more was highly encouraged [almost 100 degrees with high humidity, while being physically active all day].
And it was buffet style [w00t!!!]...and I can't EVER remember eating so much as I did at Aviation Challenge. But that's getting ahead of myself. I need to inform you of how they woke us up every morning.
First morning: Nate sprints into the room shouting shit at us and flicking the lights. The most peaceful-wake up of the entire week.
Second morning: Three or four of them come into the barracks, wielding billy clubs. If you weren't out of bed within the first second of them being there, you got beaten with them. Thank goodness I was in the corner, and avoided being hit.
Third morning: Anyone who slept through the billy club routine has his mattress picked up and thrown out the door [while the person was still in it, trying to sleep]. Needless to say, after today, people didn't have a problem about getting up at all.
Fourth morning: That morning was freaky as all hell. Link comes in and gently wakes us all, "Uhhhhh...guys? It's 0600. Time to wake up. If you don't mind, I'm going to turn on the light, is that okay with you, fellas? Oh, and we'd really appreciate if you made it outside for PT this morning, we'd love to have you! Ok, hopefully I'll see you in a few, guys. Please wake up.". So he turns on the light and leaves...and we're wondering when the men with billy clubs are to be turned loose on us again. They didn't show up. But PT was a living hell that day.
Fifth morning: Fucking assholes. Mission flying time. Briefed extensively for two hours on our objectives, our ROE [Rules of Engagement], and all that other stuff you need to know for a mission. So they sneak in before ANYONE is up, and set up an air raid siren, a military grade, air raid siren. The ones you can hear over a mile away. At 0600, it goes off. And we are blown away, we sprint for our flight suits and BDUs and mission notes and suit up for the mission. Then the billy clubs started flying, and we're like "FUCK! LETS GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!". And we kick the enemy's ass and take names [2 aerial gunnery kills by yours truly in a single mission...our plane racked up 10 aerial kills total...we were aces, man!].
Ok, sorry, I'm always highly amused by what happened at Aviation Challenge. You had to be there for much of it.
I'm sorry to bore you, but I was bored and needed something to do.
Thursday, February 05, 2004
Yay...today was good, and bad.
Yeah, I had that thermodynamics exam at 1300. First problem was NOT the cakewalk as promised. I mean, why the FUCK was that answer supposed to be negative? How exactly do you get that? *Sigh* Russ got the same answer as I did, so I must've done something right.
The second question, on the other hand, wasn't impossible. The reason why it was so hard was because it asked for a heat transfer...while we only had the rate of heat transfer. I got stuck here for a few minutes...and then it's like...oh right! Not enough information is given! I can just multiply it by some variable time "t" and I'll have the heat transfer at any time! So I got really excited. Yeah, I get excited over all the strange stuff...except for girls...I think all guys get excited over women, because they are cool.
Once I passed in the exam, I got last week's quiz and homework back...perfect scores in each, and I'm really proud about it. But, if there's one thing in life that I've learned...always be humble, don't be proud, else you'll get cut down to size.
All right, I could go to a party tomorrow, and I'd like to go...but there are a couple of people going that I'd rather not be around currently, else I go insano-man again. Don't ever want to revisit that period in my life again. I might go, because I shouldn't let things like that get in the way of my life, but I'm not sure. I'll decide tomorrow or something. Ugh.
Went to Founder's Study with full intentions of writing the introduction to my sufficiency paper, but Sean V. had different plans, and got me fighting. So the four of us fought for a while, and I didn't get ANY work done on the suff. Great. But fun! Didn't see Claudio at the library or the campus center.
Played pool with the shittiest sticks I've EVER seen! The cue I had didn't even have a tip. Chalked that baby up like crazy, and it still sucked. Made for interesting games, because we decided to use the ass-end of the sticks instead. Much better results.
Anyways, I am going to get started on on that introduction to the sufficiency.
Tucker: "Just for the record, rocks aren't people."
Church: "Duly noted. Now GET IN THERE!"
Yeah, I had that thermodynamics exam at 1300. First problem was NOT the cakewalk as promised. I mean, why the FUCK was that answer supposed to be negative? How exactly do you get that? *Sigh* Russ got the same answer as I did, so I must've done something right.
The second question, on the other hand, wasn't impossible. The reason why it was so hard was because it asked for a heat transfer...while we only had the rate of heat transfer. I got stuck here for a few minutes...and then it's like...oh right! Not enough information is given! I can just multiply it by some variable time "t" and I'll have the heat transfer at any time! So I got really excited. Yeah, I get excited over all the strange stuff...except for girls...I think all guys get excited over women, because they are cool.
Once I passed in the exam, I got last week's quiz and homework back...perfect scores in each, and I'm really proud about it. But, if there's one thing in life that I've learned...always be humble, don't be proud, else you'll get cut down to size.
All right, I could go to a party tomorrow, and I'd like to go...but there are a couple of people going that I'd rather not be around currently, else I go insano-man again. Don't ever want to revisit that period in my life again. I might go, because I shouldn't let things like that get in the way of my life, but I'm not sure. I'll decide tomorrow or something. Ugh.
Went to Founder's Study with full intentions of writing the introduction to my sufficiency paper, but Sean V. had different plans, and got me fighting. So the four of us fought for a while, and I didn't get ANY work done on the suff. Great. But fun! Didn't see Claudio at the library or the campus center.
Played pool with the shittiest sticks I've EVER seen! The cue I had didn't even have a tip. Chalked that baby up like crazy, and it still sucked. Made for interesting games, because we decided to use the ass-end of the sticks instead. Much better results.
Anyways, I am going to get started on on that introduction to the sufficiency.
Tucker: "Just for the record, rocks aren't people."
Church: "Duly noted. Now GET IN THERE!"
If the price is your life, son, you'd better think twice as you march to the front like a soldier.
--Dropkick Murphys, "Wheel of Misfortune"
Cead Mile Failte!
Good morning! Got a thermo exam at 1300, but studying now won't really help, probably would just make me worry about stuff like "what if I missed something?", etc. And I'm not going to go into that with my mind racing...or at least I'd prefer not to.
Went to the TA yesterday to check my homework solution [nailed it!]...and he said the exam would be comprised of 2 questions...the first being a normal quiz question, and the second problem is supposed to be impossible to answer correctly. Woo-hoo. Can't wait for that impossible one. No-sirree-bob I can't!
So, will you be a lousy scab, or will you be a man? I'm thinking about being the lousy scab, at least then I get paid overtime. So that's 1.5 x hourly wage...shit...1.5 x 0 = 0? What do you mean, man? I get time and a half! That can't be right...
Anyways, so far, I successfully avoided rolling off the bed and having the ground break my fall, made it to class on time [WOW!] and the paintballs are flying...WTF mate! Where the...who spit on my visor?
Yes, and I need my Red vs. Blue fix for the week.....*twitch twitch*...
So...what crazy stuff is up for today? I dunno, maybe working on that psych project that everyone is procrastinating for. Hopefully this time another group won't bring a bottle of urine to class [I mean, what the hell was that for? Seriously!].
Ron's motto: "When in doubt, poke someone in the eye." Won't work on me, man, I am a certified wearer of glasses!
Sarge: "Hey, Grif! I think I feel an aneurism comin' on...How 'bout you help me out with one of them ther-a-pute-ic mass-sages?"
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Caboose: "Tucker? I just wanted to say that I'm having fun out here...with you...Yeah...it's like we're REAL soldiers!"
Tucker: "Would you please hide behind another rock?"
--Dropkick Murphys, "Wheel of Misfortune"
Cead Mile Failte!
Good morning! Got a thermo exam at 1300, but studying now won't really help, probably would just make me worry about stuff like "what if I missed something?", etc. And I'm not going to go into that with my mind racing...or at least I'd prefer not to.
Went to the TA yesterday to check my homework solution [nailed it!]...and he said the exam would be comprised of 2 questions...the first being a normal quiz question, and the second problem is supposed to be impossible to answer correctly. Woo-hoo. Can't wait for that impossible one. No-sirree-bob I can't!
So, will you be a lousy scab, or will you be a man? I'm thinking about being the lousy scab, at least then I get paid overtime. So that's 1.5 x hourly wage...shit...1.5 x 0 = 0? What do you mean, man? I get time and a half! That can't be right...
Anyways, so far, I successfully avoided rolling off the bed and having the ground break my fall, made it to class on time [WOW!] and the paintballs are flying...WTF mate! Where the...who spit on my visor?
Yes, and I need my Red vs. Blue fix for the week.....*twitch twitch*...
So...what crazy stuff is up for today? I dunno, maybe working on that psych project that everyone is procrastinating for. Hopefully this time another group won't bring a bottle of urine to class [I mean, what the hell was that for? Seriously!].
Ron's motto: "When in doubt, poke someone in the eye." Won't work on me, man, I am a certified wearer of glasses!
Sarge: "Hey, Grif! I think I feel an aneurism comin' on...How 'bout you help me out with one of them ther-a-pute-ic mass-sages?"
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Caboose: "Tucker? I just wanted to say that I'm having fun out here...with you...Yeah...it's like we're REAL soldiers!"
Tucker: "Would you please hide behind another rock?"
Janna: "Ok, Frenchy, when was the last time the French won a war?"
Me: "Oh, that's easy...oh...umm...shit....fuck!"
Ian: "The French Revolution."
Me: "Oh, right, thanks!"
Janna: "Beating themselves and surrendering to each other doesn't count!"
Above quotation was paraphrased and presently butchered, for I don't remember the exact exchange.
Oh, right. Cead Mile Failte!
Well, here goes. Moved motorcycle with Claudio. Did thermodynamics. Had flashback from Stress Analysis. Ate a cheeseburger from Wendy's. Watched part of "The Mummy Returns" with Claudio. Was quoting Red vs. Blue. I spent my time on this Blog, trying to make it entertaining...maybe 10 minutes worth of inane babbling and insane thoughts and ideas. Oh, right, not to mention much bouncing off the wall, bashing head on ceiling, and smashing my head on the bedframe [you'd think I'd remember it was there after the first time...heh...heh...slow learner...pain is not a good stimulus for me to learn from].
Bah. Oh well, shit happens. Life doesn't always go your way, just gotta roll with it.
WARNING: POSSIBLY OFFENSIVE SEXIST JOKE AHEAD! For any of those that care...personally, I don't, because I find sexist jokes funny, no matter who they bash. But I decided to put a warning because some people might be offended, not that I care, but I'd rather them not read it than them go "YOU ASSHOLE!" and then punch me right in the face (Ah! Not in the face!).
Grif: "Women are like voltrons. The more you hook up, the better it gets!"
*Church proceeds to try and kill Tucker for stupidity.*
Anyways, I'm waiting for the newest episode to come out...but it's not on their site yet... [http://www.redvsblue.com].
Me: "Oh, that's easy...oh...umm...shit....fuck!"
Ian: "The French Revolution."
Me: "Oh, right, thanks!"
Janna: "Beating themselves and surrendering to each other doesn't count!"
Above quotation was paraphrased and presently butchered, for I don't remember the exact exchange.
Oh, right. Cead Mile Failte!
Well, here goes. Moved motorcycle with Claudio. Did thermodynamics. Had flashback from Stress Analysis. Ate a cheeseburger from Wendy's. Watched part of "The Mummy Returns" with Claudio. Was quoting Red vs. Blue. I spent my time on this Blog, trying to make it entertaining...maybe 10 minutes worth of inane babbling and insane thoughts and ideas. Oh, right, not to mention much bouncing off the wall, bashing head on ceiling, and smashing my head on the bedframe [you'd think I'd remember it was there after the first time...heh...heh...slow learner...pain is not a good stimulus for me to learn from].
Bah. Oh well, shit happens. Life doesn't always go your way, just gotta roll with it.
WARNING: POSSIBLY OFFENSIVE SEXIST JOKE AHEAD! For any of those that care...personally, I don't, because I find sexist jokes funny, no matter who they bash. But I decided to put a warning because some people might be offended, not that I care, but I'd rather them not read it than them go "YOU ASSHOLE!" and then punch me right in the face (Ah! Not in the face!).
Grif: "Women are like voltrons. The more you hook up, the better it gets!"
*Church proceeds to try and kill Tucker for stupidity.*
Anyways, I'm waiting for the newest episode to come out...but it's not on their site yet... [http://www.redvsblue.com].
Wednesday, February 04, 2004
"Oh, Brian, you came..."
"No, I just spilled wine on my jacket..."
Spaced is weird...but at least Mike had the right idea by stealing a tank and invading France.
"No, I just spilled wine on my jacket..."
Spaced is weird...but at least Mike had the right idea by stealing a tank and invading France.
Forgot an important part of last night. I didn't remember it because I was more worried about finding C's calculator.
So, I was playing pool alone in the campus center the other day [as usual], and a guy walks up and asks if I'd like to play a few games [this is Jonas]. So we play, and we split the games 50/50, and then we play doubles, and Jonas and I rocked and absolutely destroyed the other side. This is where I met Dr. Jackal [Rich], and they were talking about a private pool tourney being set up for February.
Anyways, last night, at the International House [midnight breakfast], they were there, and Dr. Jackal invited me to compete in the tourney [best of 3], and I just confirmation of my taking a spot in it this morning.
Ok, I've got suff work to do...take care all...
So, I was playing pool alone in the campus center the other day [as usual], and a guy walks up and asks if I'd like to play a few games [this is Jonas]. So we play, and we split the games 50/50, and then we play doubles, and Jonas and I rocked and absolutely destroyed the other side. This is where I met Dr. Jackal [Rich], and they were talking about a private pool tourney being set up for February.
Anyways, last night, at the International House [midnight breakfast], they were there, and Dr. Jackal invited me to compete in the tourney [best of 3], and I just confirmation of my taking a spot in it this morning.
Ok, I've got suff work to do...take care all...
Ok...rough night...rough rough night...
Went off to do work with Claudio at about 9:30...Didn't stop until about 12:30. Didn't finish the problem.
At about that point, he realizes he's missing his calculator, so we track back to my place, the computer lab in Higgins, etc., and we conclude that it must be at the library. Aye, so we drive to campus police on Dean St. and the dispatcher said that she'd have an officer there in a few minutes. So we waited outside Gordon Library for about 10 minutes and an officer came by and helped us check the building for the calculator.
Bad news: it wasn't there. Shit. And so he is missing a calculator. Big problems...he's got an exam on Thursday, and he needs it. I'm going to have to do some major cleaning up, because I'm pretty sure I have a backup calculator around here somewhere, just in case something like that happened.
So, yeah, tonight has not been the best of nights.
I stayed up way way WAY too late...please have a good night everyone...and please stay safe...really icy out there...
Went off to do work with Claudio at about 9:30...Didn't stop until about 12:30. Didn't finish the problem.
At about that point, he realizes he's missing his calculator, so we track back to my place, the computer lab in Higgins, etc., and we conclude that it must be at the library. Aye, so we drive to campus police on Dean St. and the dispatcher said that she'd have an officer there in a few minutes. So we waited outside Gordon Library for about 10 minutes and an officer came by and helped us check the building for the calculator.
Bad news: it wasn't there. Shit. And so he is missing a calculator. Big problems...he's got an exam on Thursday, and he needs it. I'm going to have to do some major cleaning up, because I'm pretty sure I have a backup calculator around here somewhere, just in case something like that happened.
So, yeah, tonight has not been the best of nights.
I stayed up way way WAY too late...please have a good night everyone...and please stay safe...really icy out there...
Tuesday, February 03, 2004
Just got back from the SMAS meeting. I'd make a horrible commissar. Had every word worked out in my head for my nomination speech, which then abandoned me as I left my apartment [then again, I was being bitched at for not doing the thermo yet, and that crowded stuff out].
Whatever. If I'm elected, I am. If not, it's not exactly the end of the world [fucking kangaroos!]. I believe I can do a very good job at it--I'm not sure, beecause I haven't done it yet, but like a good MI cap trooper, I'll step up and take a swing at it.
My day started off slow, and only got slower. The most exciting thing that happened to me was getting a brain teaser right in class [yes, I had to go that low today].
Oh, wait. No, wrong. The most awesome thing was lifting today. I'm really really sore [I didn't know I could do so much weight...kudos to Russ for forcing me to push myself to the edge]. Then a couple of beautiful young women joined us for ab exercises. Mmm...yes, today was a good day. Sorry, hormones were talking for a second. Only did 500 crunches/situps today, plus 2 minutes of the most gut wrenching ab exercise of them all, on top of that.
Then Russ and I worked together to make some chicken stir fry. Which we promptly devoured. Oh, right, speaking about eating, I've put on 15 pounds!!! Not in fat, either...ok, fine, so it is in fat, but it's better than being a fricking lightweight. Yay for the pudge!
Took a shower, forgot to shave, then headed off to the SMAS meeting. Got back, screwed around.
And it's about time I got ready to meet a friend and work on homework with him.
Good bye all...I might see you later...or I might be dead. Don't know, we'll see if I make it back or not.
Whatever. If I'm elected, I am. If not, it's not exactly the end of the world [fucking kangaroos!]. I believe I can do a very good job at it--I'm not sure, beecause I haven't done it yet, but like a good MI cap trooper, I'll step up and take a swing at it.
My day started off slow, and only got slower. The most exciting thing that happened to me was getting a brain teaser right in class [yes, I had to go that low today].
Oh, wait. No, wrong. The most awesome thing was lifting today. I'm really really sore [I didn't know I could do so much weight...kudos to Russ for forcing me to push myself to the edge]. Then a couple of beautiful young women joined us for ab exercises. Mmm...yes, today was a good day. Sorry, hormones were talking for a second. Only did 500 crunches/situps today, plus 2 minutes of the most gut wrenching ab exercise of them all, on top of that.
Then Russ and I worked together to make some chicken stir fry. Which we promptly devoured. Oh, right, speaking about eating, I've put on 15 pounds!!! Not in fat, either...ok, fine, so it is in fat, but it's better than being a fricking lightweight. Yay for the pudge!
Took a shower, forgot to shave, then headed off to the SMAS meeting. Got back, screwed around.
And it's about time I got ready to meet a friend and work on homework with him.
Good bye all...I might see you later...or I might be dead. Don't know, we'll see if I make it back or not.
Cead Mile Failte!
First things first. I'd like to apologize for being such an ass tonight. That is what I am like when I wake up at 6 AM after a late night [Super Bowl!] and only grab a 20 minute nap at about 8 AM. It was further compounded by my eating of many many Hershey Kisses immediately before fight practice. I am also dehydrated [I have not had adequate amounts of water for the past few days].
I am truely sorry for being an asshole. I shall make sure that it never happens again.
Alright...so today is good. Need sleep. But whatever. Got up at 6 to get back to WPI in time for my first class. Got a 74 on the cognitive thinking exam [not bad...it was higher than the class average...but I'm not proud of that sort of score, either--it WILL be higher on the next exam].
Then I played pool with Dr. Jackal, Jonas, Elliot, and Carl [I should start calling him Kung Fu Karl!]. Evidently there will be a pool tourney at WPI soon. I shall have to enter. Hopefully will not have to play Dr. Jackal. Because then I'll pee my pants. And that would be embarrassing.
After that, it was thermodynamics time. I HATE that damned equation! It's so long, and is difficult to manipulate! Well, when dealing with mixed units [come on, so you're telling me engineers will measure some things using the Imperial system, and other things using SI units? WTF mate!].
Then I didn't feel well at all, so I just screwed around and didn't do any work.
At 6 was Rhiassan dinner, which I was planning on skipping, but hanging out with them before practice actually made me feel alot better.
Tonight I fought my best, I think. Though I'm pretty sure I won't be able to have children anymore. Painful night.
Afterwards, went to Denny's, where I made a complete ass of myself. Blah. Yay for being retarded.
Do you be a lousy scab, or will you be a man? Which side are you on? Which side are you on?
Scariest quote of the night: "He just got a hickey...from a guy!" *goes and pukes repeatedly and fills mouth with toothpaste and mouthwash* THAT'S DISGUSTING!
Do ya think we're gonna make it?
I don't know unless we try.
You can sit here scared to move,
or we can take 'em by surprise!
They're gonna come when you're not ready,
When you're not too well prepared,
Gonna pray upon your weakness,
No man's soul is ever spared,
You've got to stand up, yeah,
And fight them, show 'em
What it's all about,
This man is not for sale
There will be no backing down!
One last DKM song, then I really am going to sleep.
First things first. I'd like to apologize for being such an ass tonight. That is what I am like when I wake up at 6 AM after a late night [Super Bowl!] and only grab a 20 minute nap at about 8 AM. It was further compounded by my eating of many many Hershey Kisses immediately before fight practice. I am also dehydrated [I have not had adequate amounts of water for the past few days].
I am truely sorry for being an asshole. I shall make sure that it never happens again.
Alright...so today is good. Need sleep. But whatever. Got up at 6 to get back to WPI in time for my first class. Got a 74 on the cognitive thinking exam [not bad...it was higher than the class average...but I'm not proud of that sort of score, either--it WILL be higher on the next exam].
Then I played pool with Dr. Jackal, Jonas, Elliot, and Carl [I should start calling him Kung Fu Karl!]. Evidently there will be a pool tourney at WPI soon. I shall have to enter. Hopefully will not have to play Dr. Jackal. Because then I'll pee my pants. And that would be embarrassing.
After that, it was thermodynamics time. I HATE that damned equation! It's so long, and is difficult to manipulate! Well, when dealing with mixed units [come on, so you're telling me engineers will measure some things using the Imperial system, and other things using SI units? WTF mate!].
Then I didn't feel well at all, so I just screwed around and didn't do any work.
At 6 was Rhiassan dinner, which I was planning on skipping, but hanging out with them before practice actually made me feel alot better.
Tonight I fought my best, I think. Though I'm pretty sure I won't be able to have children anymore. Painful night.
Afterwards, went to Denny's, where I made a complete ass of myself. Blah. Yay for being retarded.
Do you be a lousy scab, or will you be a man? Which side are you on? Which side are you on?
Scariest quote of the night: "He just got a hickey...from a guy!" *goes and pukes repeatedly and fills mouth with toothpaste and mouthwash* THAT'S DISGUSTING!
Do ya think we're gonna make it?
I don't know unless we try.
You can sit here scared to move,
or we can take 'em by surprise!
They're gonna come when you're not ready,
When you're not too well prepared,
Gonna pray upon your weakness,
No man's soul is ever spared,
You've got to stand up, yeah,
And fight them, show 'em
What it's all about,
This man is not for sale
There will be no backing down!
One last DKM song, then I really am going to sleep.
Monday, February 02, 2004
Mommy! Mommy! Don't get me that PlayStation 2! I want that crappy block with wheels on it!
Panthers this, Panthers that, Panthers got beat, so shut all yer yaps! Still can't believe how biased the refs were against Patriots. Assholes. It WAS a fumble. The receiver WAS inbounds. Not to mention about the 10 cases of defensive pass interference. Oh, right, and that intentional cleats to the face? Oh yeah.
And what the fuck was up with that half time show? Not only did it suck, but it had Michael Jackson's boob at the end of it. Good thing there weren't any little children on stage...he might have sprung one on 'em, so to speak. What? What did you say? That was Janet Jackson? I CAN'T HEAR YOU! I swear that family is FUBARED. For one, Jackson went from black to white, has half a nose, and enjoys sleeping with small children. They should just shoot him. Or hang him. Or castrate him THEN hang him. He reminds me of that gang from "The Shawshank Redemption". Oh wait, it was Janet Jackson, but Mike's just as much of a tit, if not more [literally].
Anyways, almost got killed 4 times on the way over here. What the fuck is up with so many close calls, anyways? Good thing I was sleeping for the rest of the time. Up until I got woken up...:wtf:
Off to class very soon. Mike, I'm going to kill you. You're going to the DKM concert, and it's fricking 21+. I hate you. Go die in a fire. Slowly. Like right now. Go!
If the team takes a trip to San Francisco, we're going to make a new addition to the HYPER t-shirt: a BIG piece of duct tape that will read: "NOT GAY!!!".
Who the fuck made that thing, anyways? It doesn't look bad...it's just that it has that flamingly homosexual "pound me in the ass" look to it.
United we stand,
Divided we fall,
Together, we are what we can't be alone.
We came to this country,
You made it a home.
Let's go! Move! Move! Move! Follow me!
Panthers this, Panthers that, Panthers got beat, so shut all yer yaps! Still can't believe how biased the refs were against Patriots. Assholes. It WAS a fumble. The receiver WAS inbounds. Not to mention about the 10 cases of defensive pass interference. Oh, right, and that intentional cleats to the face? Oh yeah.
And what the fuck was up with that half time show? Not only did it suck, but it had Michael Jackson's boob at the end of it. Good thing there weren't any little children on stage...he might have sprung one on 'em, so to speak. What? What did you say? That was Janet Jackson? I CAN'T HEAR YOU! I swear that family is FUBARED. For one, Jackson went from black to white, has half a nose, and enjoys sleeping with small children. They should just shoot him. Or hang him. Or castrate him THEN hang him. He reminds me of that gang from "The Shawshank Redemption". Oh wait, it was Janet Jackson, but Mike's just as much of a tit, if not more [literally].
Anyways, almost got killed 4 times on the way over here. What the fuck is up with so many close calls, anyways? Good thing I was sleeping for the rest of the time. Up until I got woken up...:wtf:
Off to class very soon. Mike, I'm going to kill you. You're going to the DKM concert, and it's fricking 21+. I hate you. Go die in a fire. Slowly. Like right now. Go!
If the team takes a trip to San Francisco, we're going to make a new addition to the HYPER t-shirt: a BIG piece of duct tape that will read: "NOT GAY!!!".
Who the fuck made that thing, anyways? It doesn't look bad...it's just that it has that flamingly homosexual "pound me in the ass" look to it.
United we stand,
Divided we fall,
Together, we are what we can't be alone.
We came to this country,
You made it a home.
Let's go! Move! Move! Move! Follow me!
Sunday, February 01, 2004
Cead Mille Failte!
Yeah, so the Patriots won, but to be honest, I don't think they deserved it. They did get cheated on several plays [that WAS a fumble, it WAS a complete touchdown pass, etc.].
The scary thing is that we all held hands as Vinatieri's kick went up...
And now my voice is gone, my throat raw and bloody, and my hands sore from so many damn high fives. And we have the Vince Lombardi Trophy for the second time in the history of football [not that soccer shit...exciting my ass].
Well, yeah, I've regressed a bit. I can't shake this feeling of despair/hopelessness. Doesn't bother me much, but when I'm not around friends, it really hits and I can't do anything but just stare blankly into space. I'm weird like that. Oh well. Living hurts. Damnit why did shit like that happen?
I swear if any of your falls into the giggleloop right now, I will kill you next time I see you, because it isn't funny. I really feel physically sick. *Sigh* And I thought I was through it. Well, at least I'm not going days without food, and at least thoughts aren't racing through my head 24/7, and at least I am not so down on myself that I can't do anything else. But still a little down.
Tonight we also figured out several things: why Bill is obsessed with streudels. Ok, fine, that was the only thing we figured out. But damn that's disturbing. Oh, right, and we proved that the Patriots are the best team in the NFL.
Everyone, head over to Newgrounds and watch "You're a Fucking Moron".
Or pay me $50. Or bolth...yes...I like the "or bolth" option...make it $100. Well, $100 or higher, no limit on how high. Don't worry, it's going to a good cause. If you don't, I'll punch you. In the kidney. With a punch dagger. Damn I'm good. Bolth times.
Sound like an ass when you say it like that! Dude, like an ass!
Now, I did jack for homework today, I was in no mood for it. Didn't feel "up" at all, until I got to Chuck's. I spent the entire day being a little sad and relaxing, eating, and bitching out everyone else got me to relax bigtime. Only to be given a heart attack when the game was 29-29 with 1:08 to play, especially after that offensive pass interference call was made.
This is the second Super Bowl that Vinatieri has effectively decided the outcome for. Wow.
You know, I should break off all contact with the outside world and live inside my own little fantasy world. I think the world and I would be better off that way.
Oh, and Chris, I promise never to play with the phone cord when talking to you ever again. Rawr.
Yeah, so the Patriots won, but to be honest, I don't think they deserved it. They did get cheated on several plays [that WAS a fumble, it WAS a complete touchdown pass, etc.].
The scary thing is that we all held hands as Vinatieri's kick went up...
And now my voice is gone, my throat raw and bloody, and my hands sore from so many damn high fives. And we have the Vince Lombardi Trophy for the second time in the history of football [not that soccer shit...exciting my ass].
Well, yeah, I've regressed a bit. I can't shake this feeling of despair/hopelessness. Doesn't bother me much, but when I'm not around friends, it really hits and I can't do anything but just stare blankly into space. I'm weird like that. Oh well. Living hurts. Damnit why did shit like that happen?
I swear if any of your falls into the giggleloop right now, I will kill you next time I see you, because it isn't funny. I really feel physically sick. *Sigh* And I thought I was through it. Well, at least I'm not going days without food, and at least thoughts aren't racing through my head 24/7, and at least I am not so down on myself that I can't do anything else. But still a little down.
Tonight we also figured out several things: why Bill is obsessed with streudels. Ok, fine, that was the only thing we figured out. But damn that's disturbing. Oh, right, and we proved that the Patriots are the best team in the NFL.
Everyone, head over to Newgrounds and watch "You're a Fucking Moron".
Or pay me $50. Or bolth...yes...I like the "or bolth" option...make it $100. Well, $100 or higher, no limit on how high. Don't worry, it's going to a good cause. If you don't, I'll punch you. In the kidney. With a punch dagger. Damn I'm good. Bolth times.
Sound like an ass when you say it like that! Dude, like an ass!
Now, I did jack for homework today, I was in no mood for it. Didn't feel "up" at all, until I got to Chuck's. I spent the entire day being a little sad and relaxing, eating, and bitching out everyone else got me to relax bigtime. Only to be given a heart attack when the game was 29-29 with 1:08 to play, especially after that offensive pass interference call was made.
This is the second Super Bowl that Vinatieri has effectively decided the outcome for. Wow.
You know, I should break off all contact with the outside world and live inside my own little fantasy world. I think the world and I would be better off that way.
Oh, and Chris, I promise never to play with the phone cord when talking to you ever again. Rawr.
Cead Mile Failte!
Stand up and fight! And I'll stand up with you!
Alright, today's events. Learned several important lessons today [well, relearned].
Had a nice breakfast with my parents at Mannion's, on me. Then whisked off to the world of robotics.
Lesson #1: slivers of metal going up the flutes of a bit are SHARP [good thing I shut off the machine before attempted to remove them!]
Lesson #2: soldering irons are hot [didn't burn myself, but the other young gentleman did]. 570 degrees fahrenheit...not exactly warm...amateur...
Lesson #3: solder can and will stick to skin. Yowsers!!! Thank goodness that stuff cools quickly!
Lesson #4: do not, repeat DO NOT stick fingers near moving saw blade! BAD IDEA!!! VERY VERY BAD IDEA!!! [FUCK THAT HURT!!!]. Now, thankfully it didn't break skin, but it could have ripped my fingers off had I not been on the bounce. Damned Skill Saw! Note: this didn't happen today, but happened recently, and so I lumped it in with today's lessons.
Lesson #5: if the fastener containers are clearly labelled, the correct size will NOT be there [spent half an hour trying to find 10/32 set screws that would match with 10/32 nylon locking nuts...wtf mate!].
Aye, then it was off to my aunt's and uncle's house, where we chilled for the evening, ate pizza, watched TV, shot the breeze, etc. Really good evening.
Almost died about a hundred times on the way home. What the hell? Was everyone drunk?
Got home, everyone agitated from so many damned close calls. Read part of Starship Troopers by Robert A. Heinlein. I keep reading it. It's a GREAT book!
And now, here I am, though I won't be watching Dogma tonight...it's too late.
Promised someone I'd read their story, so off I go! Au revoir, mes amis, couchez-vous bien, et bon reveiller!
Stand up and fight! And I'll stand up with you!
Alright, today's events. Learned several important lessons today [well, relearned].
Had a nice breakfast with my parents at Mannion's, on me. Then whisked off to the world of robotics.
Lesson #1: slivers of metal going up the flutes of a bit are SHARP [good thing I shut off the machine before attempted to remove them!]
Lesson #2: soldering irons are hot [didn't burn myself, but the other young gentleman did]. 570 degrees fahrenheit...not exactly warm...amateur...
Lesson #3: solder can and will stick to skin. Yowsers!!! Thank goodness that stuff cools quickly!
Lesson #4: do not, repeat DO NOT stick fingers near moving saw blade! BAD IDEA!!! VERY VERY BAD IDEA!!! [FUCK THAT HURT!!!]. Now, thankfully it didn't break skin, but it could have ripped my fingers off had I not been on the bounce. Damned Skill Saw! Note: this didn't happen today, but happened recently, and so I lumped it in with today's lessons.
Lesson #5: if the fastener containers are clearly labelled, the correct size will NOT be there [spent half an hour trying to find 10/32 set screws that would match with 10/32 nylon locking nuts...wtf mate!].
Aye, then it was off to my aunt's and uncle's house, where we chilled for the evening, ate pizza, watched TV, shot the breeze, etc. Really good evening.
Almost died about a hundred times on the way home. What the hell? Was everyone drunk?
Got home, everyone agitated from so many damned close calls. Read part of Starship Troopers by Robert A. Heinlein. I keep reading it. It's a GREAT book!
And now, here I am, though I won't be watching Dogma tonight...it's too late.
Promised someone I'd read their story, so off I go! Au revoir, mes amis, couchez-vous bien, et bon reveiller!