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    F-cookies for everyone.

    Way before I heard of that lame “in bed” joke about fortune cookies, I had “f-cookies.” Pronounced “fuh-cookies”. One word. Back in ninth or tenth grade, when I was taking programming with the awesome and hilarious storyteller Alex, [dred-]locked Maurice, and Dan-the-Man, when life was simple and life was Turbo Pascal, when coding was about goofily writing unmaintainable code in as many languages as we knew, when Alex was allowed to dominate the class for half a period during coding time to have us giggling too hard to be able to see the monitors… … back then we had f-cookies. The assignment was simple: write a fortune cookie generator using…

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    Damn. Even my father’s asking why I don’t update.

    I am riding a wave of efficiency while it lasts. Things are coming together to permit me to work for hours without cease on everything from my programming projects to discrete math, and quite frankly, I’d be a fool to use that energy here when it’s so needed and actually usable elsewhere. Call this my winter hibernation. I will be back in more force in the spring. I’m following good, healthy advice and doing my best to make everything school-related as fun and interesting as possible. I spent eleven-plus hours in our Operating Systems lab yesterday with my team. I knocked out about 90% of my portion of the project,…

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    Fascinating.

    All sound exiting my laptop exits slightly slower (and at a lower tone, like a Doppler shift) than it should. At first I thought it was the dublab stream on the blitz, but it sounds odd in any application or with any file type. So I shall be submitting my laptop to my own place of employment tomorrow later for a replacement sound card, methinks. <edit>Or not. The problem has ceased…</edit> I think I shall spend Saturday night (my only non-statically allocated time this weekend) blogging, reading blogs/sites, and writing e-mails to make up for my lack of real human contact and updates since last Sunday. This week was long…

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    How many apologies are enough…

    … when you accidently punch your friend in the nuts? It’s not like I meant to, but he attempted to tickle and I thrashed because I didn’t want to be tickled. (Actually, I tend to thrash even when I don’t mind being tickled, but this time I really didn’t want to be tickled.) The next thing I know, his face was contorted and really red and he was cussing and seemed to be having serious trouble breathing and I wondered if I should begin to fear for my life (or his). I’ve been told that sort of thing is really, really painful, so I immediately apologized, of course. Profusely, even.…