Monthly Archives: October 2006

Mom called

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momz0r called me tonight. We usually try to catch up at least a couple of times a week, depending on how well our schedules mesh. Tonight, she had this to share (and I’m paraphrasing here, I don’t remember her exact words. I’ve captured the spirit of it though, and her general tone.):

If you ever get ice cream from one of those vending machines, and you get an Edy’s strawberry popsicle, be careful. They’re really cold! I got my lips stuck to it! You know on that movie you’ll shoot your eye out where Ralphie gets his tongue stuck to the pole? It was just like that, except it’s a popsicle. I was going to go back into the store to get a cup of water, but I think they would’ve laughed at me.

No, Mom, they would’ve been laughing with you.

scribbles

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One of the advantages of buying hosting is that you can host as many websites as you like. I had this idea, I want to start posting the little doodles and things I do in class on a blog. To that end, I introduce Scribbles. These are not high art by any definition of the word. They are simply scribbles in between my notes.

I used a Palm for a while. It was portable, and it made keeping track of ideas a lot easier. Unfortunately, I never quite mastered the input, and eventually it died. After that I started carrying little thread-bound composition notebooks in my pocket. It was amazing! Call me a Luddite, but there is just something so natural about putting pen to paper. Things go exactly where I want them to, I don’t have to do any strange jiggery-pokery to get somewhere to write, and I can draw diagrams and pictures right smack-dab in the middle of writing.

I have purchased a moleskine, but I haven’t brought myself to write in it yet. It’s just too pretty. I may have to soon, though. The notebook I’m working on now is showing its age, and I’m running out of pages to boot.

What’s in a Name?

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My name is David. That was also my dad’s name, but that has nothing to do with it. Mom said she knew her first son would be named David since she was a little girl. I’m not precisely sure how she came to that decision. I personally like the name Nicholas. Maybe that’s what I’ll call my first son. It’s interesting without being too strange. I feel bad for kids who have names their mom made up under the effect of an epidural. They won’t say so (because they can’t), but an employer looks differently at Flowerstar Moonleaf Jones than Peter James Smith, even if his friends do call him PJ.

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Good News, Bad News

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The good news is:

  • I found my super glue.
  • I could play video games for hours without getting a blister.

The bad news is:

  • Slow drying glue is not very good for vertical surfaces.
  • It doesn’t appear to be very effective on metal.
  • My fingerprint reader doesn’t recognize my thumb with superglue on it.
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Googlism

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I’ve been playing with Googlism for about half an hour now. It uses Google searches to determine information about things. Some of the results are absolutely ridiculous.

“sex is a thirteen letter word”

Let’s see. One, two… thirteen! Awesome! I learned something new about sex today.

SPF: Random.

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I’m not quite sure what’s going on in Kristine’s life right now, but she gave us a pretty easy SPF this week, involving some random stuff.

I’d just like to point out that these are thumbnails. Apparently there has been some confusion. If you click on the pictures, they are links to larger versions of the images. If you don’t click on them they are still links, but they don’t really do any good for you.

The Kitchen Sink

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This is the sink in my kitchen. The dishes aren’t mine, I swear. My roommate and I take care of each other’s dishes, but only when we’re not being lazy. Needless to say, I was being lazy

Something that needs fixing

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These are computers in my closet. The one on the right runs Smoothwall, the middle one is a webserver, and the one on the left isn’t running. I need to fix it.

Garbage

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The description of this part of the assignment was “Something you’re going to throw away right after you take the picture of it,” but if I put that in the title of the image, I’d have nothing to write here. It’s an empty Mountain Dew can.