Tag-teamed a bottle of scottish single malt whiskey last night, VERY hung over this morning.
had a meeting with my supervisor (that's advisor to you americans) which didn't go too badly, but he wants another one when i'm less hung over.
spent all evening dancing, both ceroc and samba.
UPDATE:Yippie! someone upvoted everything I've written, and chinged me! A pity ching, people! I feel like such a whore.
Decided to try writing a daily log here today, for the first time. That in itself is worthy of logging.
Getting ready to move to the new house. Ow. Arranged for power to be on there when we move in. A key feature. I mistakenly arranged for it to be turned off in the old place though; must fix that. We'll need it on for a while.
Got kid's hair cut. Also very important.
Put off working on Qo'noS QonoS. Really must get that finished. At least I'm finally starting.
More if I think of it; I'm new to this.
weather for being alone.
My car is in the garage now. Yesterday I got stuck because of my car battery. And I needed a checkup anyway. My mechanic was shocked and appalled at seeing my car. It has taken enough blows to take out Mike Tyson, all while parking. He said they could fix it, for about $720,567.32. I guess you could pretty much sum up the state of my car by assault and battery. Ha ha.
Yesterday was a good humour day, for some reason. My flatty (is to flatmate as roomy is to roommate) and myself had a really good amount of jokes, including a discussion of bass amplifiers (I play the bass), and the putting of women on top of, theoreof. We were discussing the connection of a microphone, and speaking into it with a low voice, saying words of (literally) endearment. And then when she says "Lower, lower", you speak with a more bass voice. Well, we found it hilarious. Also included in yesterday's fun-packed day was the following joke, which didn't leave a dry eye in the house: q: What has 100 balls and fucks rabbits? a: a shotgun And then we went to a restaurant for a friend's birhday. My flatty decided he can only say the word "Gorgonzola". He actually did for several hours. It pissed everybody off, but I tried to still have a proper conversation with him, by asking him questions like "What is your favourite cheese?" (which really pleased him), "What fo you like on your pizza?", "What did you find on your testicles this morning?" and "What do you say when you come?" It was a very inspiring conversation.
I'm going to buy a stereo today. Actually a receiver, CD player & 2 speakers. And it's going to be rather expensive (14,000 NIS). And this is a great time to buy this, as I am not in the rich, so to speak. In fact, yesterday my bank called. How good can it be when your bank calls you? I'm sure it's not to say 'Happy New Year'.
On that topic, the new year is starting on Friday, for us Jews, anyway. It's annoying for more ways that I can count, but let me try a few anyway:
1540 New fiscal year begins Sunday, meaning more funding and hopefully relief from the monetary malaise that we have been suffering from for the three days. Walked into work today and was greeted with the news that we're out of money for gas. Go figure. All I can think of is the bumper sticker I saw on the way to work today was nothing more than Irony's fickle hand again playing with perception:
WOULDN'T IT BE GREAT IF SCHOOLS GOT ALL THE MONEY THEY NEEDED AND THE AIR FORCE HAD TO HOLD A BAKE SALE?"
Change the service and it fits nicely.
1622 "Hey, Yurei." The Chief is walking up the hallway toward me and gesturing slightly. "Got a second?" "Yeah. What's up?" This is one of those things that I can tell is either going to be very bad or very good, and all of that is again wrapped up in the interpretation of the moment. "Need to talk to you." We walk down to his office and take the usual seats. I have sat in this office and been applauded by other men, been berated by others and had my motivations questioned by a fool. The last conversation that I had here was with a different man altogether. I was fighting to keep one of the people that worked for me out of trouble. I was losing, bad. In the end I lost, it was a political game to soothe the nerves of someone soon to be retired and looking for that last taste of the screw. I felt desperate and for the next month I wondered if there was something else I could have done or said, that would have changed things. I know now that I could have sooner reversed the rotation of the planet than done anything. "It's nothing bad, don't worry. When do you get out?" "EAOS or PRD?" EAOS is End of Active Obligated Service and is the date you are separated from the military. PRD means Projected Rotation Date and basically is when you transfer from your current command to the next. This is significant because the dates rarely match, you actually have to manually request that they match using large volumes of paper which are lost and discarded promptly upon completion. "EAOS." He knows this, he wants me to say it for some semantic reason. "Late February, still not sure. The date's sixty days out from my actual, taking the two month vacation option." I run down the possible angles, this is probably one of those 'Why Are You Getting Out, You Don't Like Us Anymore?' pep talks. Grand. The conversation that I had come from when I was in the hallway had been a discussion on gaffling flight hours from another squadron so that we could fly. That, did not make me happy. I am trying to move from one apartment to the next this week and a 0100 to 0200 flight schedule will not make things easier. "Something wrong?" "Well, you know Rhodes?" "Yeah." I am thinking to myself of a fairly large individual who is known for shuffling off work, irritating the people that work for him and someone that I do not like in the slightest. "He's on det 3, I think." "He's going to have to come home early, he's got school in late October." ...probably flying to Bahrain, maybe Singapore... ...mid to late October... ...three month underway back to San Diego. "Do you mind going?" The words echo through hollow space, reverberating off dead walls until they fade to nothing. "No."
1627 What did I just get myself into? Geez.
Mornin'
::big yawn::
Well, I hope the day will continue better than it started... Nothing massively bad, I'm just... bored or something.
Good dreams. Too bad I never remember them...
Need to go the university. Again a long day....
Boooooring lectures. As I've said, the digital media lectures are cool. Just that today, the topic was "content creation industry" and New Media. /me is not interested about business...
I'm downloading the 1.08 patch for Falcon 4.0. Again. =(
Why not feeling well? Well, take a look at this, from Falcon4.com support page:
Version 1.08 U.S. and UK released on December 7, 1999. File size: 18,036,804 Bytes (DOS) or 18 MB (Windows)
Gigantic patch file, pain for ISDN. Dammit, I remember when I downloaded the first patch for Warcraft: Orcs and Humans... it fitted on a single floppy...
(BTW, do you notice the absurdity of the above comment from the tech support page? File sizes seem to be different in Windows and DOS... =)
Notes to self: Any BattleTech metanodes out there?
I updated fake-e2-linker.pl so that the URL quote function works in a functional way. Finally a less iterative and less obvious way. =)
BTW, TIMTOWTDI can be translated to Finnish as "On Olemassa Useampi Tapa Tehdä Se", or OOUTTS (pronounced like "ouch"). I hope this won't become The Python zealot's war cry...
Well hell, I was supposed to make that BattleTech node instead of reinventing the wheel... Screw it, I'm going to bed and will work on it later.
Other day logs o' mine...
Noded today by y.t.: Jaws CASE iBeta MASC Updated: killfile Falcon 4.0 Small helpful scripts for noders
Meanwhile...
Running out of water now.. bloody everywhere, the stuff.. saw a boat yesterday, but it turned out to be a horse, trotting away... might be starting to hallucinate...
So last night I went straight from work up to Belsize Park to meet my girlfriend (who I am not allowed to node about), her sister and their mum. She's over from NY for a while, you see. Well, when you get the three of them together some sort of political legacy gets drawn in. You can feel it sitting there with you, looking over your shoulder and just waiting to pounce. So we made it through the meal, but for some reason my girlfriend and me had to cover the bill. That's cool, but it was 140 quid. Normally that'd cover us for about two weeks. Anyway, what I wanted to put down here is that it's crazy the way people make an issue out of paying for the bill after a meal. There seems to be some sense in it being considered polite and even kind to offer to pay the bill and treat your companion to a free meal. There even seems to be politeness in saying, "Oh no, let me", but to then spend five minutes arguing over who gets to pay is ludicrous. What started off as a nice gesture soon ends up looking like a political manouevre or worse still, one-up-manship (spell that).
I prefer it with my friends... say at the weekend when I went to Brum to see old mates, they got the beer in and cooked and stuff ready for me to arrive. I offered them some money and they declined. Cool. No bargaining, nobody worrying about whether that means there's a debt involved. Someone pays and next time someone else might. It's not a case of taking turns, just paying now and then and having it feel like it's fair. Ah well.
So this morning I got up, bathed, dropped the kids off at the pool and caught the tube. I sat among a bunch of jewish schoolkids and caught the eye of a young lady as she yawned like a braying donkey. Realising she had not covered her mouth, she blushed and I chuckled at her. The dirty freak.
Work, work, work.
I am happy today, though, because my girlfriend (who I am not allowed to node about) and me have agreed that tonight we are not going to go out or even do the shopping. We're going to eat and then slob out in front of the TV... maybe we'll watch a movie or have a beer. She'll have a nice long soak in the bath and I'll offload a few albums to CD.
Rest.
When my friend said it want' his house, the man got angry at him and said, "We have rules here ya know! I can't allow that!"
WTF? Who the hell is this old bastard to tell me I can't do something to a house that is paid for, is not his, and has no direct bearing on his life.
This infuriated me, but not near as much as when he called my mother. I'm almost 24 years old, I haven't lived under mommy and daddy's supervision in years. The old man, however called my mom to tell her that I was being beligerant and deserved to be punished.
He also fussed at her because my father parked his boat there the night my grandmother died. Fuck him ya know.
The moon rose this morning, in the east, about an hour ahead of the sun. Why?
It was grey and stood out against the dark blue/almost orange sky. Grey except for one sliver of white, an eighth more than a quarter, really. A preview of lunar attraction.
I hope when I am older I need sleep less so I can rise early and appreciate quiet mornings, unhurried. I don't have that luxury now. Just a quick glance on the way out to get the paper, then gone.
7:30 AM EST -- Ice Cream is TECHNICALLY a dairy product
How else should I avoid going to Burger King more than I need to for breakfast? Of course... I'll use the age-old wisdom of identifying various dairy products around the house.
Today should be "exciting"... My folks have found me what they believe to be a good new car for me. A 1993 Ford Escort Stationwagon, sky blue color. They seem hell-bent on getting rid of my happy 1980 Ford Pinto Stationwagon, black/rusty color. I'm gonna miss it. But, that's later.
1:00 PM EST -- GIVE ME $1,513! FROM MY CHECKING ACCOUNT!
I'll bet the teller behind the counter at the credit union probably never expected a small (well... large) person to walk in with $74 of change, rolled, and come asking for $1,513 for half the cost of a car. Ah, well, that's life.
2:35 PM EST -- We need insurance for our insurance
Well, that's spiffing. With $1,513 in my pocket, my dad comes home to find E-Mail in his box from Geico (The people we decided to get insurance for me from) saying that he left out a bit of important info from the insurance application for me. Information such as the driver's liscence numbers of everyone in the house besides me. This'll delay us from getting my car.
But, at least now I can do my homework. If I don't doze off.
5:15 PM EST -- Car
Well, I DID doze off, thank you very much. But not before finishing two -- yes, two -- more Economics problems. Hah.
What awoke me was the fact that my bro finally came home, providing my dad with the driver's liscence information he desired. When the insurance certificate came via fax, I was awoken and told to hop in the truck, as I was going to get the car.
I had my $1,513 of the $3,013 total handy. I got in the truck with all needed materials. (I, BTW, am the ONLY one in the house who drives a vehicle which is NOT a truck) It was then that I nearly cracked. No matter how much my dad tried to reassure me that it was a better car, and that the Pinto would be in storage until it's remade, the only thought that stuck out in my head was:
This car will be the replacement. I'm taking my poor Pinto to the slaughterhouse.
I couldn't talk for nearly the whole ride there. I was fighting back tears (Failing miserably, I might add), afraid that I was losing the Pinto. I couldn't help it. I was NOT feeling good about this. Sure, the Pinto was rusting away, and maybe it's not the safest car out there, but it's survived me two and a half years on the road -- the highway, at that -- every day. One and a half of those years involved a 35 mile drive, each way, to Oakland University. And that thing kept on chugging away, not showing any signs of stopping.
I'd mention that the only time I took my dad's Thunderbird to OU, the brakes failed, but that's besides the point.
My dad was telling me that after he gets the Pinto reworked, he might give it back to me in exchange for the Escort I just got. We'll see.
*Sniff*
10:00 PM EST -- Still need help
My dad said he'd rather look over the Escort before I use it daily. I still have use of the Pinto. I am happy.
Well, almost. I just arrived back from Math Modelling, and damn, I'm still lost. Add to that the fact I've got homework in other classes due, and, well...
Let's just say it ain't pretty.
I worked the night shift last night. I'm working the night shift tonight as well.
But today is the blood drive here in Rhinelander, so I decided to stay up all day and go donate some of mine, as I have done 41 times before.
When I arrived, the huge parking lot had many cars in. But it had no disabled parking spaces. I drove around the lot trying to find a spot close to the building, but did not find one.
Several Red Cross people were out there, leaning against a wall and smoking. They did not seem a least bit concerned about the car with a disabled license plate not finding a spot. So, I returned home.
I called 1-800-GIVE-LIFE, and was essentially told What do you want me to do about it?
Well, the next time they call me and complain about the shortage of blood. I'll just ask them the same question.
Went to Stacy's house for lunch, as always. When I got there, her car was already in the garage. I was happy to see she had remembered me today. I knocked quickly before opening the door, which is better than just walking in as usual, and what did I see? Dennis. And Stacy. In the kitchen. They pulled apart before I could so much as stare in surprise. Things were awkward after the apologizing and blushing. I hadn't thought they were doing much other than the obvious, but no one blushes that way out of innocence.
Had a vocab quiz in French class, sur les mots du métro. It was easy. We then discussed the differences between the book and the movie of Cyrano de Bergerac. This, of course, turned into a conversation about love, attraction, and marriage between cousins. Interesting, but a waste of time. I'm not sure what we would have done otherwise. Probably nothing important.
I think I shall take a nap. I have pancakes and Advil in my stomach, and I have noded for the day - my conscience is clear. Goodnight.
This year is different. I'm not working now, so I am a bit skint; had a real deep thought at the bar for choosing my meal (hamburger w/bacon'n'cheese). It's really worrying how I'm getting used to spending cash lately. I even had to borrow some for the trip back (I've made today the payment for my annual train ticket, but I won't have it 'till friday; it's awfully expensive, but individual trips are even more pricey).
We have been moved to Medicine, where the classes are very, very uncomfortable, and we are very far away from all the interesting places.
I bought a defective dvd for my brother (Pink Floyd's The Wall), and I was going to return it today, but I have found out that I have lost the receipt, so this probably means that I will buy it again. Aw!!! Dvd's are so overpriced!! (about 20 dollars).
On a lighter note, my soccer team, F.C. Barcelona lost 0-2 with AC Milan on the UEFA Champions Cup; that makes it a lot harder to clinch for the next round, but it's not hopeless yet. We had a very good coach last year (Louis Van Gaal), but the press didn't like him, so he didn't have much future. We now have got one which is liked by the press guys, but I guess we won't get the same results from him.
I'm a bit tired now, so chances are I won't write the nodes I was expecting to write today (about some female friends who are important in my life...
Today, because I'm home schooled, I went to get the work, that I completed over the last year, evaluated and to prepare for the coming year.
My mom drove me there. We were a few minutes late because of road work and some rain. After we reached our destination, we started to chat with my evaluator. We already knew her because she also evaluated my older brothers.
Once we got to the evaluation of my work, we started to get the good news -- I was farther along than I thought. She was very pleased with my work. I had done a lot of work over the past year, so I'm a lot closer to graduation than I had earlier anticipated.
The future looks bright.
[Monday|Tuesday|Wednesday]
Sleep time: approximately 8 hours. Wakeup time: 8:40 Most interesting thing learned today: A TI-83 can solve equations.
After the usual morning ritual (breakfast, telly, coffee, annoying my mother), I went off to school. In the rain. I hate rain. A lousy start, of a lousy day.
I'm still not quite over the "superstition" thingy that tuesdays are evil. All bad things happen on a tuesday. Today was just an over-all fucked up day. I couldn't make any sense out of my math-book, the power went out about 5 times, my dad was cranky, and I'm just doing stupid things again. I'm not going to tell what, but trust me, it's worth being ashamed of.
Anyway, after I had watched the Sopranos and Frasier, I went on E2 again. But that only made it worse. Now I feel like a total idiot. Even more than I had the rest of the week.
I made myself a chatterbox room with no name, so I can sit there, and try not to bother anyone with my stupidness...
Oh, and some bastard (I figure it was my brother) cut upon the liverworst thing, and left it to rot in the refrigerator. Now it's all crusty.
Yay for tuesdays.
I'm sure writing this thing is going to be as stupid as everything else I've done so far, but it's a nice way to partially vent my frustrations... I won't blame you if you come and kick me where it hurts for it.
Yeah, now even wordnet calls me ignorant.
update: A Good Thing just happened! It seems that some (all?) Webster 1913 entries have been hard linked! For some reason, this brings back some colour in my life...
Well, after an afternoon of double vodka and cokes, tom spewed in the GUU beer bar. About an hour later, we sent him home in a taxi to the halls of residence. About the, the other guys i was with decided to go to another bar in order to get some free beer, but so did everyone else, and i didn't manage to actually get anywhere near the bar for another few hours.
I was sticking around for the traffic light/popcorn party at ten.. everyone wears a badge, green for hop on baby, yellow for i see you baby (shakin' that ass) or red for don't call me baby. They occasionally fired popcorn over the room, all the while playing loud music. (my ears are still ringing).
i thought
