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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."
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