thunderstruck

i don’t know what to do.  i think it may have something to do with the thunderstorm.  at least that’s what the physicist guy from my work tells me.  but he’s kind of weird.

i probably should have posted this a week ago, but i’m that lazy.  i plugged my external hard drive into my computer and, horror of horrors, i got nothing.  no icon on the desktop.  the little power light was on, i could hear it spinning, and i doubt there’s anything wrong with both of the firewire ports on my computer, so i’m not really sure what to say.  i just really can’t have that drive die on me.  i got it four years ago, so it has a ton of old stuff-  recordings of me playing guitar, old pictures of me and my shitty old band, a few websites i had built, old receipts and financial records (still haven’t done my taxes this year), ALL of my music, and worst of all- my secret project.  i had been working on some stuff and a redesign of this dated monstrosity.

now what?  try to take it somewhere to get fixed?  it almost seems like that would be admitting defeat and the possibility that i may never get my shit back.  so instead i’m going to give him a beer and hope he comes around.

finally.

i just had to post these links. now if only someone would get started on experimenting with adding tails. i would love to be able to have a tail ‘grafted’ on. a monkey tail of course, so it could be like an extra hand or i could even help me balance when i’m drunk.

pushing the limits of what can be done with eyeballs is cool and all, but what i’m really looking for are retinal implants. i know the basics can be done now, but i want infra-red, heat and night vision, and superhuman zoom.

ps- i have no idea what’s up with the formatting in the previous post and i’m too lazy to fix it.

a welcome addition

i just got a new phone. it’s got a whole bunch of interesting features- camera, video camera, email, radio, mp3 player, etc. expect to see more visual aids from now on. here is the first of many:

hand mirror

/vacation

that was fun.

since i last posted i’ve been:

  • disproving the fundamental theorem of algebra. it simply doesn’t exist anymore. you’re welcome.
  • learning c++. easier than i thought (so far). why did i wait so long?
  • drinking jager. old habits…
  • playing classic and old-school fighting games. (street fighter 2, soul caliber 2, etc.)

this time, i think i’ll be posting in a more consistent fashion.

my main goals from now on include getting a replacement for this computer. a g3 imac only has so much life in it. learning c++ made me realize how easy javascript is/was. i should really do more with it. i have some ideas, but they’ll have to wait until i’ve got a new computer.

the mini-blog/dawn of a new era.

so i stumbled upon a few cool things lately- orkut, del.icio.us, yulblog, and the mini-blog. i’m not going to run down the first two because a) as much as i’d like to, i don’t live in brazil and can’t speak portuguese, and b)i’m years too late on this one and you’ve probably all been there and done that already. some things i just can’t get into right away, and delicious was on of them. useful, kinda neat actually, but whatever.

the main topics of discussion for today’s lecture are yulblog and another (mini)blog i found. firstly, why i like yulblog is because it’s a regularly updated stream of random tidbits of lives that are lived close to mine. it’s kind of interesting to read miscellaneous posts and realize that i may have actually run into one of these people today and not even known it. (literally, i almost hit a lot of people/cars on my daily bike rides to school. i blame it on the video games as a kid.)

in reading one of the blogs, i came across the miniblog, which you may or may not have seen already.  i think this is neat because it’s so random and has almost no possible context.  so, similarly to why i find random blogs interesting, mini randomness is even more interesting because there is no context to the post, no follow-up, no explanation, no nothing.  almost no point.
it might be something i’d incorporate here. i think that having only tiny posts to write is less daunting than writing almost a full page.

just thought i’d share.

p.s.- in case anyone’s wondering; yes i am only writing this as a way to procrastinate some more. my homework is really annoying.

last night’s epic tale

so i had a dream. wait, stay with me here, and it was pretty intense. it’s been more than 12 hours since i woke up, so it’s not terribly fresh in my mind, but it disturbed the shit out of me and i feel i should share. i’ll recount it for your reading pleasure.

i was being chased by a group of people. “who was chasing you?” you ask? people i work with, that’s who. i don’t really know any of them as i choose to read instead of socialize during the few moments i can choose to do either, but i recognized the faces. they didn’t chase me the entire dream.
i was hosting a party at home, and similar to real-life, it was in a basement loft. it was really far underground, almost like some metro stations here in montreal (namur. or maybe verdun.) the cops showed up and, as i tend to do when i’ve been hitting the bottle, i wasn’t having any of their sass. somehow this turned into a chase. the cops weren’t chasing me anymore, though. every time i would look back to see how far behind my pursuers were, i would see a different familiar face of someone i’ve seen at work. the most disturbing part is yet to come.

i realized, or rather they demonstrated to me through several acts, that these people were ruthless, and would stop at nothing to capture me and prevent me from escaping with my precious cargo. (yes, for some reason i realized that i had something in my pocket that these people absolutely could not let me get away with.) so after racing through underground malls, a fake-out in a public bathroom stall, and a close run-in on some escalators (similar to the ones in the hall building at concordia- for you montreal/concordia locals) where i made an amazing fake/ninja-style acrobatic getaway, i ended up in another bathroom staring down a coworker who had nothing but my thwarting and demise in mind.

somehow he had my precious package and had alerted his cohorts to our whereabouts. capture and punishment were mere seconds away at this point. i was a desperate man in a desperate situation. i lunged for him and he turned to keep me from getting my package back. i did the first and only thing that came to mind as i thought of my imminent capture- i plunged the index and second finger of my right hand INTO HIS EYE SOCKET, FELT BACK BEHIND HIS EYE FOR THE OPTIC NERVE, WRAPPED MY FINGERS AROUND IT, AND LITERALLY YANKED HIS FRIGGING EYEBALL OUT OF ITS FRIGGING SOCKET WITH MY BARE HANDS (no, i don’t think i would know what that would actually feel like). I pulled his eyeball out, and threw it in a nearby urinal. I can vividly remember him clutching his newly-empty socket and oddly not screaming in pain. He was more bewildered and disappointed that i outsmarted and brutalized him than shocked that i pulled his eye out. And even more oddly, i wasn’t fazed at all. I remember thinking that it was a necessary part of my escape, then grabbing my precious whatever-the-hell-i-was-carrying and getting back on my way.

WHAT WAS THAT!?!? How’s that for a little of the old ultra-violence? who the hell dreams about pulling peoples’ eyes out? what the hell is wrong with me? does anybody know what this could mean?

comments are greatly appreciated and welcome. i’m afraid i might kill someone tonight when i go to bed.

any interpretations?

ps-i got away in the end.

desktop wars

this is going to be awesome.  an amazing idea from an amazing idea.

breakfast

what i’ve learned in "differential and integral calculus 1" so far this semester:

  • pot shrinks your brain. it starts out at roughly 2.2 pounds and ends up somewhere around 1.1 pounds and bad at math.
  • everybody is out to get me.
  • life is ironic/nothing makes sense so don’t try to understand it.
  • partying too much is a bad way to get good grades.

these are not my observations- each nugget was imparted unto us by our wise and all-knowing teacher.  you’ll note the lack of calculus-related wisdom in there. i’m totally screwed.

no, i haven’t forgotten.

i’ve just been busy and uninspired.

here are some assorted links to videos of animals attacking/killing people or each other:

crocodile

tiger and crocodile

snake and hippopotamus

octopus and shark

another profitable day at matsushita corporation

a recent aim of mine has been to get more into learning programming/scripting. i’ve done some experimenting with basic javascript in high school, and some logowriter about two decades ago in grade 3 or something, but now is the time to get a head start on my long term goal. since i am aiming to do fucking amazingly well in my math classes this semester and apply to computer science for next year, now might be the time to get ahead. and my has allah blessed me(!!! praise be upon his name) because today in the trash at work (i work in a trashpile, by the way) i found this in the trash. yes, that’s right-Essential Visual C++ 4 from 1995.
i think this was a good sign because i just realized that i have inadvertantly started a collection of outdated computer books. some highlights include 1999’s MSMQ from scratch and some other book on Netscape 2.0 or something. i fully realize that they probably have next to no useful information in them, but are good to have for a sporadic browsing nonetheless.