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Totto Ramen. It's finally here.

Every time I go to Asia, it gets harder and harder to come back. Landing at Newark "Liberty" International Airport via Hong Kong's airport feels like travelling to a third world backwater.

I'm not quite sure how to initiate this discussion. I know that it was initiated for me by the recent release of the [Forza 3] racing sim, but it's something that has been on my mind for years. As someone who used to prefer the cheap thrills and pure raw adrenaline of arcade racers, I know what it's like to bemoan a game filled with cars that "won't turn."

Finally moved in to my new apartment in New York City. I can see the Wintergarden Theater from my bedroom, and the ex-Lehman Building behind it. On the border of the theater district and hells kitchen, I can't really ask for a better location; a great mix of life and, from the 29th floor, peacefulness.

I'm not sure whether it's a product of being laid back, or technically minded, or perfectionist, but I'm pretty indecisive. Like most qualities, indecisiveness is both a boon and a bane, a virtue and a vice.

The past 2 days I've had a few perplexing technical problems that have had interesting answers. After a long weekend of drinking, eating, and lest I forget drinking, I got back to Cecilia's late last night and felt like doing a little digital maintenance on my computer, when I noticed that it was down. It's never down.

I remember seeing Miravi posted on some news agregator site a few years ago when the European Space Agency started it. I had been working with Keyhole, which became Google Maps, at the time at what I believe is the now defunct Stevens Wireless Network Security Center. GPS devices were starting to become both small and cheap, and geotagging/geocoding was a nice way to demo mobility inherent in wireless comms.

This is probably a good time to reflect on the past year, but I just can't bring myself to introspect. Despite areas of obvious failure I'm pretty pleased by the way the year went. Economic catastrophe has been offset by a lot of factors: I was basically right all along about it, I have a decent job and solid savings that aren't vested in the market, and McCain was not elected president.

I've been trying some self-improvement recently. This is my favorite time of year in the north-eastern United States, weather wise; I feel very comfortable in cooler weather and I like wearing light jackets so it's a win/win scenario. Usually around this time of year, I try to pre-empt new years resolutions. This has always felt like the real "new years" to me, since it is the the start of the pedagogic year.

I suppose this post is long overdue in a lot of ways. I've ended my employment at Attila Technologies and started a position at Advance Internet. I've quit my job as a toolsmith/utility/architect and have become a python/django developer. I started my new job not in Journal Square (where the company is located), but in Austin, Texas.

A question has really plagued me for quite some time now. What makes something "good"?

Happy Anniversary to me!

Most of the past 5 years (chronicled for you, on this site) I've made some kind of attempt at listing something, telling a story about my year, or dodging such responsibility. Last year, I just wrote about some software I was writing. That's what happens when you're actually doing things; you don't take the time to reflect over how little you've done, and you're better for it.

Haven't been writing mostly for want of time. Wanted to drop this, for what it's worth.

You know, I actually thought I was clever for about 3 or 4 milliseconds when I came up with this title, but wouldn't you know that somebody else has already laid their claim. They were actually making sausage, too!

Checking in from rural Virginia, USA, traveling at about 60 miles per hour on some country road somewhere. Someday in the future, you can do this too in your Volkswagen, and I would have retired to Okinawa.

I think I've done this before.

I just came off a day at work, a week at work, that was legendary in frustration and triumph. I'm pretty sure that most of the details of what I struggled through, heroically, are confidential at worst and tangential to an NDA at best, so I'll gloss over things in generic but jargon laden terms.

Went to the/a doctor today. From what she told me, my lower abdominal pain and other symptoms can be one of 4 possibilities:

I have something in the works about the recent political "debates" on (MS)NBC. It's about Gravel and Kucinich and how both of them kinda get it and kinda don't. It's about how scary it is that seemingly smart people in the so called liberal party have to appear hawkish in order to be popular. It's about the ridiculous worship of Ronald Reagan, and how 9 of 10 Republican nominees outright disapprove of allowing abortions at all and 3 of 10 don't "believe" in evolution. It's about how ridiculous it is that questions about evolution are even posed like that in this country; as if evolution or science in general is something that is to be believed and not understood, this really frightening push (from both directions) to appear to take things more on faith than reason.

Somehow, the little afro guy next to me (his name translates to: 'pretz holding-kun') and about 3 hours of diving through youtube all came about because I wanted to see a katana slice through an egg at like 1000 frames per second. One thing led to another, and I came upon the most insanely saccharine thing ever produced: an Aya Matsuura pretz commercial. In the middle of this pink dreamworld, you see a picture of an guy with an afro on the back of a pretz box holding a pretz.

My last post, written relatively quickly and in somewhat of a rage, is probably the best writing I've done in the past 2 years. Back when I was still angry, I used to write like that often. When your life is as charmed as mine, it can be tough to work up the audacity to lay on the vitrol nice and thick.

I hate clubs, clubbing; the whole culture and people that go along with it. This dislike is so heavy it seeps into innocent bystanders; people who happen to go clubbing get splattered by the awesome precision of my driveby anti-clubbing rage. A legion of assholes, perfumed, groomed, greased up, blinged up, dancing a thin disguise on an otherwise bald quest to get laid. The activity is almost as stupid as my irrational rejection of it, like some kind of bacteria that must be dispatched quickly, one way or the other.

A month ago while I was visiting home I put on my girlfriends glasses and lo, I was able to see much better than normal. I had noticed slight deterioration of my vision about a year earlier, as signs that were far away were slightly fuzzy, but I saw far better with the glasses on than without. This was a bit alarming.

Although it seemed like it might be complete and utter fallacy up until about August 30th, I actually did manage to not only sign up for 2 graduate courses but also Japanese levels 5 & 6, thus saving myself from being a total liar.

I've been in some kind of groove recently. It isn't too productive of a groove, but my mind has been racing like I'm on speed. If only insane hyperactivity came with the same metabolism benefits as methamphetamine. Another drawback is that I haven't come down for the past week, and have been going to sleep on average 20 minutes later each night.

Feels like I've been doing less than nothing for the past 10 days.

...and the living is easy. I got older on the 27th of June... seems like it's at the same time every year. On the 22nd, I was able to see the pillows for the third time (saw them twice previously). 日本語のクラス is plodding along at a decent clip; ときどきむずかしです。 By next week I will be done with level 3 and starting level 4, which I think begins kanji and radicals.

There's a reason I don't get any sleep. Sometimes, its this blog; other times, its the "I'll just catch up on news real quick" chicanery that I often tell myself. But some times, I really do legitimately try to catch 40 winks and come up empty handed. Tonight is one of those nights, and it falls under one of the more depressing of types.

A lot has happened in the last month that I haven't been blogging about, but I've been kinda relaxing and taking things as they come. In order to not deny the past month's existence, I present to you this unordered list:

A bunch of people I know are going to be graduating tomorrow, so congratulations and good luck to all of them. This includes Mike "Super Jew" Krupnic, Jeremy "Jerumu" Mikola and Wei Alan "Just Got Married" Tsang. Two of these guys have jobs so good luck with that, and Krupnic you might want to try searching for work in the pacific north west since you've already tried in every other region!

This past Thursday; the 28th of April 2005; I went to see a show at the Knitting Factory. The effects of listening to music can sometimes take a while to sink in, and sometimes it takes something else to make you realize why what you've just listened to was incredible. Any band with a keyboard and a disco beat can make you dance; it takes a special band to make you smile. Thank's Palomar.

The average latency for blogposts has increased for me and for others, but the bandwidth has stayed about the same, regardless of what format I'd rather employ. The problem lately is that I detest my ¼ complete backend and the entire structure behind it; Jerm's decision, although heavily ridiculed by myself and yet others, was the right one, because he and I are of a particular breed of perfectionist that can either have everything absolutely perfect, or nothing being satisfactory at all. I am just not capable of doing small, incremental design changes; when I get into a process, I put my all into it, and when I back out, I forget about it and use that space for other things. I work best in batch mode, a-la Knuth.

It looks like, over the years (and I can't freaking believe I've been blogging for multiple years), the blogging style of myself et. al has gone from writing a small blurb whenever something interesting or worthy happens to a more sporadic, flowing, and literary digest style. Perhaps its to show off our amazing vocabulary or our surprising grasp of grammar in the face of so much rubbish, but we prefer to slave away, painstakingly crafting posts that inevitably revert in on themselves and describe our feelings, or what have you. After a week of procrastinating, we spend a few hours and lovingly construct these delicious delicacies, and then you, the reader, get to scan through our hard work for interesting links and ignore our content.

Completely different:

This update is brought to you by Lucas, who reminded me that September 19th was in fact quite a long time ago.

It's been somewhat of a busy month since I last posted, but that's really no excuse; whenever there's a lack of activity here you can rest assured that the blame lies solely on my apathy and temporary lack of writing impulse.

In the last 2 weeks I've lost 11 lbs. That's not water weight, or the discrepancy between night and day, or the product of a large bowel movement, since having basically given up food and suffering from narcolepsy these things largely have no meaning. That's 11 pounds that were keeping my pants around my waist and not my knees; 11 pounds which I'm sure at least one of was sucked violently from my face in my body's mad search for energy. Instead of feeling good about this, I feel like I'm sick, and I think my skin is turning gray. Somehow I don't see this as an improvement.

I've been pretty bored the last few days; its what happens when you get used to actually doing stuff and then stop again. Since fake liberal politics are more entertaining and less scary than real neo-con politics, my weekend was going to be filled with West Wing Season 2. This was entertaining enough, and it passed the time just fine, but I felt like I should have been doing more than just passing time on a 3 day weekend.

I don't keep track of what happens in my life as it happens; I'm not that smart. Instead, I rely on a short term memory which was once sharp, and has dulled through frequent, deep, and violent hacking through conciousness. I try to capture some event or feeling in details, and only when it strikes me as important. Of the 171 prior times I decided to hit submit for the first time, I'd say about 150 times were worth it, and about 10 were actually thought out. None of those times did I feel it necessary to tiptoe around an issue because it could effect others, but everything falls apart eventually.

Innacuracies in connotation have been rectified, and, as they say, the appropriate people have been fired. Here is the revised version of this text.

I finished my last final ever as an undergraduate May 14th, 2004. Let the celebration begin.

I happened upon my website for the oddest of reasons: not to re-research my own bizzare ramblings or to refresh insight on my particular politik, but to consult my own python documentation. It would seem that, at this point, the documents I wrote about python and gtk are more useful than I had originally expected them to be. I've had to return to them quite often in the last few days as I ported the UI to Pacman and the Swaret Configurator to Gtk, and investigated (actually, what I am doing now as I find my online docs) GnomeCanvas for usage in a project at work. Surely, my timestamps will be devastating.

Let us suppose that you were me. You just got finished with a day in which you got 3 hours of sleep, went to all your classes, went to work and accomplished great things, did well on two tests absolutely necessary for graduation, and get most of the presentation that is due the next day done. At around 9:00, you're ready to pass out. So what do you do?

Today was not my best day. I slept through archery and physics, didn't have anything to do (and thus didn't really do anything) at work, didn't get any work done at all through the day, slept from 18:00 - 21:00, then stayed up til 5:00 beating Secret of Mana. Figured I should just stay up until my 10:30, then try to remain concious through 5:00 when I get out of work, but started getting extremely tired half an hour ago. My solution was to play guitar to wake me up a bit. I broke the high E string on my acoustic which has been strung without incident for almost a year. I'm tempted to sleep on it, but of course I only have 3 hours until my first class. To top it all off, I don't even have anything interesting to write about, so this isn't going to work at keeping me awake.

The title says it all; except unlike the big pun mid-school reprise, I most certainly do not fuck a lot. Certainly, there's always room for improvements.

In the epitome of odd days my employment at EI has essentially ended; at least in my eyes. Officially, I'm still told "We'll see", but unless the corporate gods in Oxford decide that a part time employee is a good idea after firing 2 solid full timers, I'll never work there again. Here's how it happened:

Feeling poetic. I wonder if Poe or Van Gogh felt their sanity slipping away. In Shelley's world:

In grand old fashion, another acquaintence of mine has boldly gone forward in the blog scene. Although his 2 posts have as of yet resembled the ravings of a small child, I'm sure in time he'll grow to be the arrogant, condescending bastard that I_ and others like me are. I think its only fitting to welcome him to the sphere with an insult; after all, if you aren't_ a 14 year old girl, that's usually what blogging implies; a list of sometimes well thought out gripes with the world or just people around you.

You know what they say; One new theme deserves another. For the most part, it's true.

Today is a two load day; and given that I coined said term approximately 10 minutes ago and haven't told anyone what it means yet, you probably don't know what the hell I'm talking about, or why I'm referring to any day at 3:00 AM in the present tense. But I must repeat, today has been a most splendid, two load day.

Unfortunately, I've missed the last 2 "Romantic Poetry and Prose" classes, which will probably leave me quite behind in the "understanding what the fuck is going on" department. And while we're on the topic of being behind deadlines, and because I brought it up to segue from whatever you were thinking to whatever I'm thinking about now, I've fallen radically off schedule. I've missed 1 class of Foreign Policy that I swore I would read the notes for but haven't, I've only read ½ of the 3 weeks of reading that has been assigned for History of Turkey, I've spent hours upon hours coding my graphics project only to be defeated by infuriatingly simple truncation errors, and then upon fixing this error, thrust confusedly into the madness of the fray. My Senior D project, which I so boldly decided to code ½ of, has run into a major organization hurdle, and of course the perfection I strive to exemplify in everything that I code is keeping me from just producing a dirty hunk of shit and calling it a product. And then there's the 2 classes of Poetry.

The past week or so has been simultaneously entertaining and ironic. After the most dissapointing week of my life as far as attendence at work is concerned, I make up for it with the busiest weekend since classes ended. Fitting that my vacation from work was easily broken this weekend, 1 week before classes are slated to start.

Apparently, half of the United States had a power outage today. I would know, because I was right in the middle of the power outage, but if you asked amit about it, apparently it didn't happen. Even so, the power outage forced me to stay awake for 6 hours in the dark, struggling to find something to do without light. But first..

Well it came; I got a new Canon Powershot s400 Digital Elph camera. How is it? The proof is in pudding. Jerumu was stunned, and Firu seemed quite impressed; needless to say, its for reasons such as these that I require a camera.

I've got a fever. And the only prescription is more cameras. I've known for quite a while that I wanted a camera; ever since last year's trip to portugal, but probably even before that. Maybe I think I have a some kind of knack; or maybe I just want to be cool, but whatever the reason is, I want to be able to catch them all. Anyway, come monday, I should have one of these

I had the pleasure of joining a co-worker of mine for a BBQ this saturday; it was quite the event. The route, for those of you who might be in the area, was to take the path to Journal Square, then a bus up to North Bergen. That was the plan at least. I missed the bus that was in the terminal upon my arrival in Journal Square due to the draconian exact change bus laws. No bother, I can wait 30 minutes. I have games on my phone.

Its no secret that things around here have changed, and I suppose you wouldn't know how much they've changed. I can't blame you though, as I've had a fairly poor record for updating this month. Hopefully that can all change.

Where to start? Certainly, the title would seem like a good place, but that's where you're wrong. You can't understand the pains one goes through to create a decent title. Unless you also run a web log as well, which is just about everyone I know.

Its been quite a few days since I set out to rewrite this site in python, and so far, I have only constructed a minimal scaffolding where I want my great statue to stand. How the brilliant fire of fervor can die down to the smoking head of a recently lit match, blown out by the wind or put out of its misery by a single rain drop, is beyond me. How my mind that seemingly lives only in pursuit of its own destruction due to overactivity manages to latch on to something so completely only to let it go is also not yet within my understanding.

This is a message to ticketmaster, who screwed me out of white stripes tickets this past thursday. Fuck you

Before we start, an omletian discussion of an odd dream I had last night.

It would appear that submission is working, although in a non-final rudimentary form. Still, something had to be done, and even more will soon have to be done because the main page and other pages work off of different databases entirely. Unfortunately, there are no plans to get any of the functionality in the comments or rant section ported to the new system within the next 5 days; but I don't think that will kill anybody.

It seems as my newest creation, this site is broken in MSIE; that is, it doesn't react nicely with the object tag. Its not like I should care about it at this point, since the whole page is broken due to unwise decisions with automatic HTML insertion upon updating. But I have some interesting ideas about how to fix this entire mess that will be posted to the news soon.

Although Paul asked me to make a porn site; nay, pleaded with me, I probably won't be doing it. Porn sites are probably a lot of work. I told him I could host Linux packages, but he said it'd take up too much bandwidth. I wonder if theres something wrong with that sentiment.

Yesterday, Phil (firu) and I spent about 4 hours in dazed mixture of drowsiness, cleaning, and chilling. We managed to remove and organize the metric fuck-ton of shit that was blocking the windows, and ended up chilling on the radiator, right next to the windows, on the 3rd story. The newly opened windows (and newly opened line of sight to said opened windows) have revealed unto me a most amazing view of the rooftops of hoboken from my seat, and since their opening I've spent many an idle minute gazing out at the tree with the strange hairy seeds and cranes out near Jersey City.

My thumbs seem to be any color except green, a contributing factor to the apparent slow and painful death of my new foliage. They are, however, rather adept at writing compilers; as I was able to finally compile useful code today with my pascal compiler (fibonacci and factorial). Will it ever be completed? The world will never know.

Or at least, I think it is.

Its not that these things take time, because they do. Its because they have to be good, or else your life is forfeit. And so, my return to inane rambling is announced by my triumphant return to an acknowledgment of my life rather than a struggle against it.

After a long downtime, and probably another few days of a transitional period, my backend is finaly back to an order that is working enough for me to update with it. Or at least, so things seem. I promised lots of things; pictures and at least a little blurb about the rally I went to, and a few other things, and these promises will be delivered eventually. For now, though, I have to pass on them.

That's right, there's not just a gallery, there's a whole museum of lost, helpless little boys. Even the the government is getting in on the act (again). Hey hey, what can I do? Apparently, the answer is no longer invoke my constitutional rights.

I was going to post something last night, but since omlette's dorm caught on fire and he had inside access to all of the naughty bits, I decided to just cancel the whole damn thing. It might hearken back to the days when i didn't suck, but don't fucking count on it.

Why is everyones little website backend called ".X"? I'm getting annoyed of the high five being paid to Microsoft on this one, and I for one am tired of it. .Deus is no more, I'm renaming whatever it is I did to Deus 2003. Lets see Microsoft do that.

I've recently (tonight) installed a special slackware "thang" called dropline gnome. Its a gnome/gtk 2.0 install that uses slackware's installpkg to give me some sugary sweet looking desktop candy. All of my fonts are antialiased now, like windows XP only they look clean. I kind of like it.. finaly GTK app's don't look like ass, and it even comes with a version of Mozilla 1.21 that is hacked to use antialiased fonts. Its pretty sweet if you run slackware. I'm going to test it out on JaySlack, or whatever the hell I'll name my silly little slackware cd.

Mozilla for linux, ah how you've betrayed me.

An estute man today thussly described the good reverend's chances at winning his newfound presidential drive. I hope that, despite my skin color being the same as the snowball whose chance in hell i share, I fair a little better in the alpha Sig elections; although as the semester rolls on, I might not even want to run again.

Tonight I took part, as the ass in the equation, of a whole big joke right on me. I don't know why, but for some reason I actually don't like it, and its not really due to the virtue of the joke. I can take jokes pretty well, and I don't hold what people do in jest towards me against them very often. But I still sat here, shocked, not knowing what to do or say for about 2 hours. You could try to ask me how I felt, but I wouldn't tell you the truth; its not because I didn't want to, its because I didn't know what the fuck was going on. Well, I think I might have a better understanding.

About 3 inches above my sock drawer stands the monitor for a machine running Yoper, the hottest new Linux distro since knoppix back in september. Its fully equipped with a school connection and features everything you need to browse the Internet and check your mail, including a news ticker running on the "k bar" in KDE. As soon as we get the coffee maker and hot water heater, room 3 will have its very own Internet cafe. It's already the imdb machine of choice for much of the residency.

It has been brought to my attention by a certain someone that I have not updated in a while. Being one of the few and proud users of propper capitalization, I suppose I should fight the good fight and struggle through this time of the not altogether barren wordscape that grows in the plains of my brain. Its a rich field in there.

The only event of note today was a trip to vitos. Nothing good in the news happened, besides the largest live ammo practice session in the middle east since desert storm. That wasn't good, mind you, but it happened. I read a little more about pipelining and must say that I feel far more educated about comp arc than I was even a short time ago; or at least, my knowledge seems to be more pertinent.

Sometimes, you see the old you in a new place; in particular, I see my old writing style, and specifically the things that I write about, turning up in the second pea down the pod. In light of the recent discovery that my updates have become rather impersonal and, barring the off chance that you actually want to learn, useless, I've decided to stretch the boundaries of my style by writing 3 different updates in three different styles. If there were more examples, perhaps I'd add a fourth and fifth as well.

Note: #8 below might be innacurate; or at least, sources say. To clarify; the oohing and aahing i speak of are those of some of my friends, and not, perhaps, some of yours.

Recently, and I mean very recently, I've been taken aback by the goodness of a few bands: the Cato Salsa Experience and The Streets; the former being some band that sounds like they recorded 30 years ago and the latter being a brittish rap duo. They both expound upon goodness but fail to supply me with a suitable adjective for their description. Queens of the Stone Age's album "Songs for the Deaf" is also very good.

Thanksgiving was quite the event this time around; but unlike past years I made my stay during the event and brought my feelings away from the event with a bit of a touch of cynisism that I can't say I even saw coming. Regardless of that, my comedic genius was in rare form during the parade's designated inflate and bullshit times; if you know just how good I was, you'd wish you were there, too.

What makes us dependent; independent.. weak or strong, easily depressed or not. It wasn't really a question, although it was phrased like one, simply because I refuse to accept any answer. Chemical imballances, scarred child hoods, maturity? Some people have a legitimate excuse for being upset or sad, but others manage only to be a whiny infant, craving attention for something that normal people just do. So maybe it really is maturity, or some sort of sense of responsibility, that drives our mood swings. It might just be that its cool to hate after all.

Martinelli's makes the best apple-related juice on the planet, no questions asked. I've had plenty of freshly made apple juice, and even that only competes with Martinelli's. Its as if they pick a ton of apples, chose the best 20, and then made me a glass of apple juice. I don't mind drinking my apple a day, and you shouldn't either.

Whoever told me this was the land of the free is my enemy. The reason I quote this is because I in no way feel free right now. I'm not free to get up and walk around.. I'm not free to sleep without a brace on, and apparently, I'm not really free to not update my webpage. No bother though, after all the longer I sit at this computer the longer I'll have to writhe in pain tonight to get the extension back in my knee for tomorow when I once again trapse around without my brace all day forcing me to hurt myself tomorow night.

That's right, I've returned to my "normal" life being bitter and hateful at ye olde fraternity. Such is the life I lead. I got to take a shower not too long ago for the first time since wednesday; not that I've been completely dirtbagging it, but I got to step in the shower and take a shower for the first time. I was washing myself before, but today, with the courtesy of a small belt and a garbage bag, I was able to emerse my body in a stream of water; I'll never take it for granted again.

Today has, to a large degree, been a mixed bag of things that piss me off and things that inspire an undescribeable ammount of awe. Lets take it from the begining, shall we?

Update is a wonderful thing, especially combined with the awesome combo of lee-nux. I don't really know what to put here, since I really have nothing to say. But Jean Luc seemed sad, so I'll appease him and the masses and offer some more content of ill repute.

I wish the gainax people would know their role and get out the kitchen, but alas we will all have to live with the horrified slanderous title of "fooly cooly". Luckily for me, I may get to live with it sooner rather than later.

As the title would suggest, and as its double meaning would infer, my luck runs in a uniquely bad pattern spiraling ever downwards towards depths incomprehensible by the nature of down itself. Let us examine the evidence, as examining evidence seems to be what I do here now.

doom3_vid.avi rocks my world. It really does. I mean, when it rains, it pours; and doom3 pours. Which reminds me; when speaking of rain, I must always now remember this small maxim: "The rain in Spain falls mainly up your ass." Those are decidedly huge ice blocks to be falling from who knows where. I certainly wouldn't want to be a house in spain, either. Or brazil, for that matter.

My goodness. It looks like arsjerm was replaced by a comic, the merits of which are, well, in debate. Needless to say, I don't appreciate 8 pt verdana, because when its translated into a (trademarked) "Way too fucking small you elitist asshole" helvetica, well, you just can't read it. But its ok, because Jerm doesn't usually have anything funny to say, anyway. Apparently, he's going to go hikaru style; either that, or he thinks his hair looks radically different from its actual state.

Today was a day of video games; starting off with a little Marvel vs. SNK2, then moving on to some crazy cart game, then Tokyo Street Racing, which was a pretty cool rice boy sim, and then after an incident of a football game which I will go into later, there was more MvSNK2 followed by Guilty Gear X. That was cool. Now, to the uncool.

So many one liners, so little to say. I updated the site with the following changes:

(note Heineken was the only Linux machine in our NetBSD lab. Heineken is also my 'default' beer to order at bars that don't specialize, and I've even drunk it on tap at a pub in Amsterdam while watching some footy!)

(note I've changed a number of the titles that were either insanely stupid or totally non-topical -ed)

My yesterday, since 11 hours now seperates my periods of conciousness, was filled with so little, and at the same time it was very satisfying. Every time I have ever tried to stay up the whole night in my life, it has ended in somewhat of a failure. I mean, its possible, and I do it, but for some reason it usually ends up dying sometime around 7 or 8, right when I need to keep going the extra mile. I have no idea why that is, but it just happens. Last night, not trying to stay up the entire night, I easily made it til 12 o clock at which point, upon exiting the shower, I went with Jean Luc, tax, and "the tan man", to bagels on the hudson. I realized that I was pretty broke sometime around 9 that morning, so I had plenty of quarters. Booyaw.

So much of note has happened since I got to work that I could no longer ignore it, lest it be lost for ever, or left to the fairly tough mercies of my vivid imagination.

So it was 9:12, right? I sure am glad that's over with. Moreso than writing my own little thang, I'm more interested in seeing what other people are going to say today. Personally, my biggest message for all of you is the following:

Unlike some people, my site doesn't have a backend that automatically replaces names with links, so I have to write them all out by hand. And as far as I know, this affords me the right to call you names.

(note: in this post it appears I'm acting like a stupid little bitch. You've been warned)

Today's return to classes ushered in a return to normalcy, but what's more, I feel like I have actual content to my life once again. This is a good thing.

Something needs to be cleared up. Not really for you, for me. If I do this, maybe I can stick to what I say. Or maybe I'll ignore it.

I've been having a hell of a time trying to get 0 pixels to render as 0 pixels in Internet explorer. I've already given up trying to get 100% to render as 100%; obviously, that's a lost cause.

Apparently, someone who might be higher on the deity scale than myself has agreed with me with this quick scrawling. I'm glad to know that the movement is catching on.

Otherwise known as "Throw this man some english." Sometimes, its sad how our grammar can slip into such a state of ruin through daily use of the common vernacular. How can we stop this shit, yo? Its a problem that runs rampant in our society.