Firstly, I have a link here that is probably one of the most amusing articles from Cracked.com I have had the pleasure of reading. There is strong language but it is just too funny an article to pass up. I just had to share since I have an interest in science and the CERN Hadron super collider that will probably destory the world (sarcasm intended).
Secondly, I'd like to bring to your attention a previous post of mine. It happened to me again today and for those of you who missed it the first time around, here is your chance to experience it for the first time (obviously).
And finally I just want to point out I finally made it to my Baseball game goal for the year. Game number 5 was last night and we won. I hate to say it, but I was just a little shocked. Anywhoo, there you go.
August 27, 2008
August 22, 2008
Update
So, today I read that Brad Wright, one of the head honchos for Stargate Atlantis, is completely fine with switching from a TV show to movies as the story telling medium. In fact, everything has been done with everybody's knowledge and acceptance. I would have preferred a headline that read "Writers, Producers, Network Executives Agree to End Atlantis." That would have been a lot easier to understand and accept as a fan instead of "SciFi Channel Cancels Stargate Atlantis." So, anyway, I'm taking down the petition and asking that you don't send feedback to SciFi anymore. Thanks.
August 21, 2008
Sorrow
As if having Finals this Friday wasn't bad enough, I was quietly perusing the Internet when I ran across a post on a site I frequent, GateWorld (home of all thing Gate related). Lo and behold, they have canceled Stargate Atlantis, the successful spin off of Stargate SG-1. Although it was unavoidable, expletives great in number flew through my brain and were directed wholly at the Nielson (of the rating system) and at the SciFi network. They have canceled so many shows as of late and they are starting to hit close to home. I don't mind if a show's producers, writers, and actors decide to end a show, like Battlestar Galactica is doing, but I do hate it when they are canceled.
So who is to blame? Apparently ratings. And you know what, I just got my week old telegraph from my broker in New York about ocean front property for sale in Utah. COME ON PEOPLE! You can not use a live "night-of" rating system anymore with the power of the Internet out there. I'm sorry. I don't have TV, can't afford cable and so watch my favorite shows online. How dare a network cancel a show just because I wasn't watching their damned commercials?! I was so irate that I found the feedback email for SciFi and sent a very nice email basically saying that they're frakkin' idiots. Here is the address in case anyone wants to join in. feedback@scifi.com
I can't really say much else right now. I haven't been too impressed with the show the last season and a half but had high hopes for this season. I saw the mistakes that were being made but still watched, believing it would recover. But canceling it is just wrong.
So who is to blame? Apparently ratings. And you know what, I just got my week old telegraph from my broker in New York about ocean front property for sale in Utah. COME ON PEOPLE! You can not use a live "night-of" rating system anymore with the power of the Internet out there. I'm sorry. I don't have TV, can't afford cable and so watch my favorite shows online. How dare a network cancel a show just because I wasn't watching their damned commercials?! I was so irate that I found the feedback email for SciFi and sent a very nice email basically saying that they're frakkin' idiots. Here is the address in case anyone wants to join in. feedback@scifi.com
I can't really say much else right now. I haven't been too impressed with the show the last season and a half but had high hopes for this season. I saw the mistakes that were being made but still watched, believing it would recover. But canceling it is just wrong.
August 18, 2008
Hysteria
It feels like it's been a while since I shared. Yet it's been all of 17 days. I can only conclude that these seventeen days have either been so filled that I haven't properly fathomed the passage of time or they have been extremely slow days. Regardless...
It's Finals [feels like it should be capitalized] week. The nine week summer quarter here at UW is reaching its end. It's been rough, I'm not going to lie. Here's what it's been like in an analogy metaphor whatever form that should ring true with anybody that has ever visited Seattle.
*shimmering cross-fade* My first quarter at the U feels like I was walking along Pike's Market, minding my own business, taking in the sites and the people, smelling the flowers, getting those flavored honey stick things when all of a sudden... [thought I'd make you wait a sec on the edge of your seat] ... a giant fish slaps me in the face, stunning me into near unconsciousness! It had come from them fish throwing folk down in the corner and boy was it a big fish! I numbly get back on my feet when one of the dudes in the orange overalls comes over real fast, helps me don my own orange pant suspender doohicky and proceeds to throw me into the fray of taking orders and throwing fish. Fully recovered from my fish in the head incident, I quickly get the hang of taking orders and throwing fish. But then the lingo starts getting more complicated and the busy time of the day is here and I can't keep up and ... and........ I freak out! There's fish everywhere! Here fish, there fish. Crawdad things are crawling out of the tubs! Mini-fireworks shoot out of the ice packs! People are dancing in the streets and that blind guitar player is going to town! Dogs and cats, living together...Mass Hysteria! *cross-fade back*
That's what it's been like. I can only hope that next quarter will be a smoother ride the whole way through.
It's Finals [feels like it should be capitalized] week. The nine week summer quarter here at UW is reaching its end. It's been rough, I'm not going to lie. Here's what it's been like in an analogy metaphor whatever form that should ring true with anybody that has ever visited Seattle.
*shimmering cross-fade* My first quarter at the U feels like I was walking along Pike's Market, minding my own business, taking in the sites and the people, smelling the flowers, getting those flavored honey stick things when all of a sudden... [thought I'd make you wait a sec on the edge of your seat] ... a giant fish slaps me in the face, stunning me into near unconsciousness! It had come from them fish throwing folk down in the corner and boy was it a big fish! I numbly get back on my feet when one of the dudes in the orange overalls comes over real fast, helps me don my own orange pant suspender doohicky and proceeds to throw me into the fray of taking orders and throwing fish. Fully recovered from my fish in the head incident, I quickly get the hang of taking orders and throwing fish. But then the lingo starts getting more complicated and the busy time of the day is here and I can't keep up and ... and........ I freak out! There's fish everywhere! Here fish, there fish. Crawdad things are crawling out of the tubs! Mini-fireworks shoot out of the ice packs! People are dancing in the streets and that blind guitar player is going to town! Dogs and cats, living together...Mass Hysteria! *cross-fade back*
That's what it's been like. I can only hope that next quarter will be a smoother ride the whole way through.
August 1, 2008
Up and Running
Well, we're back. Not having the internet for...hold on let me check...12 days was pretty incredible (in an absolutely disturbing way). The lack of ability to do something really does show you how much you may have come to rely on that something. Not having the ability to check my email (what little there ever is) or my facebook (Lord forbid!) or my favorite sites like io9 or xkcd was just painful. On the other hand, not having the distracting power of the internet allowed me to get all sorts of other things done. Let me share.
The period during which my apartment was without internet was a busy time for schoolwork. There were two take home tests to complete, homework assignments to muddle through and readings off the wazoo that needed to be...well read. S without the distraction, coupled with my new favorite coffee shop also not having their free internet (!), I got a lot of work done. Wednesday, we were up and running again and let me tell you how much schoolwork I've done since that night. I've read two chapters out of my thermal physics book and most of that was while I was waiting for food to cook in the kitchen.
I'm a terrible addict! I hate it so much! What happened to the good ol' days when we were not all connected nearly instantaneously to each other? I can't even be at home without succumbing to the temptation of the 'net! I have to go somewhere else either without my computer (if there is internet there) or someplace with my computer that doesn't have internet (i.e. Barnes and Noble? [ah, but then there is the temptation of leaving with new books.]).
It's very important to recognize you're an easily-distracted-by-the-internet person. It's the first step on the road to recovery. Unless of course they pull a 1984 and are secretly watching me right now, will abduct me, reconvert me, and release me back to the public as an adoring fan of the internet... hmmmm. I love Big Brother.
The period during which my apartment was without internet was a busy time for schoolwork. There were two take home tests to complete, homework assignments to muddle through and readings off the wazoo that needed to be...well read. S without the distraction, coupled with my new favorite coffee shop also not having their free internet (!), I got a lot of work done. Wednesday, we were up and running again and let me tell you how much schoolwork I've done since that night. I've read two chapters out of my thermal physics book and most of that was while I was waiting for food to cook in the kitchen.
I'm a terrible addict! I hate it so much! What happened to the good ol' days when we were not all connected nearly instantaneously to each other? I can't even be at home without succumbing to the temptation of the 'net! I have to go somewhere else either without my computer (if there is internet there) or someplace with my computer that doesn't have internet (i.e. Barnes and Noble? [ah, but then there is the temptation of leaving with new books.]).
It's very important to recognize you're an easily-distracted-by-the-internet person. It's the first step on the road to recovery. Unless of course they pull a 1984 and are secretly watching me right now, will abduct me, reconvert me, and release me back to the public as an adoring fan of the internet... hmmmm. I love Big Brother.
July 20, 2008
Movin' Along
I hate moving. All the packing up is fine and dandy at the beginning. You feel like you're always making progress, but then it seems that the more you pack into your car/s the more seems to still be left in the old place. Eventually you're hauling out bric-a-brac piece by piece because you don't have any more boxes or bags to put the stuff into. Then you're trying to clean the apartment of the mess of people who haven't lived there in three years, or the grime that's built up because it was a mess to begin with and you couldn't help but not care. ARGH! Moving stinks.
I've been living in Washington for two years now, and have moved twice since arriving (first last year, and now this year). I better be at this place for a good two years to make up for it. It might actually work out too because the new apartment is nicer than the one we were in before. Now don't get me wrong, we had good neighbors at our old place and I loved our landladies (if you call them that) to death. They were awesome. It's just that it was getting expensive and was a little small for our needs. Our current place is larger and less expensive and the only thing wrong with I can see is that spiders apparently enjoy the area too. *groan*
Anyway, back to moving. After you've moved everything into a vehicle, you have to unload it. And do you have time to do anything but just dump it in neat piles all over your new room? No, you put it into haphazard but neat piles in your new room. But after you're all out of that old place, and it's all clean (relatively) and you actually never have to step back inside, that's when you suddenly relax, look at the mess of boxes in the new place and say, now comes the fun!
Unpacking totally rocks! You're chucking junk you forgot you had, organizing everything in a new and unique manner and generally making everything perfect. I can't wait, except I have homework to do, obligatory events to attend, and did I mention homework? So I gotta go, but I just wanted to let you all know that I'm all moved to a new place. If you want to write me a letter (since we might not have internet for a little bit) my new address is 11400 NE 132nd Street #P108 Kirkland,WA 98034 USA. Cheers!
p.s. sometimes my people tracker thing over on the right side of my blog has shown people from around the world, or at least IP addresses from around the world glancing at my writing. This is an open invitation to anybody from anywhere: please comment on something and let me know you are real. I want to believe. Even if you hate my writing and want to say so, that's okay.
I've been living in Washington for two years now, and have moved twice since arriving (first last year, and now this year). I better be at this place for a good two years to make up for it. It might actually work out too because the new apartment is nicer than the one we were in before. Now don't get me wrong, we had good neighbors at our old place and I loved our landladies (if you call them that) to death. They were awesome. It's just that it was getting expensive and was a little small for our needs. Our current place is larger and less expensive and the only thing wrong with I can see is that spiders apparently enjoy the area too. *groan*
Anyway, back to moving. After you've moved everything into a vehicle, you have to unload it. And do you have time to do anything but just dump it in neat piles all over your new room? No, you put it into haphazard but neat piles in your new room. But after you're all out of that old place, and it's all clean (relatively) and you actually never have to step back inside, that's when you suddenly relax, look at the mess of boxes in the new place and say, now comes the fun!
Unpacking totally rocks! You're chucking junk you forgot you had, organizing everything in a new and unique manner and generally making everything perfect. I can't wait, except I have homework to do, obligatory events to attend, and did I mention homework? So I gotta go, but I just wanted to let you all know that I'm all moved to a new place. If you want to write me a letter (since we might not have internet for a little bit) my new address is 11400 NE 132nd Street #P108 Kirkland,WA 98034 USA. Cheers!
p.s. sometimes my people tracker thing over on the right side of my blog has shown people from around the world, or at least IP addresses from around the world glancing at my writing. This is an open invitation to anybody from anywhere: please comment on something and let me know you are real. I want to believe. Even if you hate my writing and want to say so, that's okay.
July 3, 2008
On Being Prepared
I had a very interesting dream that seemed to segue into my work day on Wednesday and then a similar dream that started out my day today. Unfortunately, I don't exactly remember the dream...at all, but I do know that when these incidents happened, I remembered that I had dreamed it already.
The first instance was when I arrived at work after school on Wednesday. My co-worker was jesting with me and said it's appropriate to shave before coming to work. Now I have a beard and I like it. Suddenly, I had this recollection of being in, say, an alternate universe where facial hair was illegal. I didn't know how I got here, but I knew if I was to survive, I'd have to pretend I knew all about whatever they were saying to me, including the facial hair thing. I panicked just a bit at my co-worker saying this, fearing I had somehow slipped into this alternate reality for real somehow. He still had his hair though so I didn't panic for long.
So, I tell you this because I want you all to be prepared. Too many times, I've seen people (on TV shows and what not) be all dumb whenever they land in some alternate reality or timeline. They expect people to instantly be understanding when you tell them their [insert something here] isn't the way it is supposed to be. Stupid! You need to get with the flow right away and then work out where you are, how you got there, and what you're going to do or who you're going to tell about getting back to your home. Say somebody walks up to you and says, "Hey, what happened to your biometric facial interface?" You don't say "my what?" You say, "It's getting repaired," or "It just broke but I'm heading out to get another one right now." That's how you survive in alternate realities. Be prepared and quick on your feet.
The first instance was when I arrived at work after school on Wednesday. My co-worker was jesting with me and said it's appropriate to shave before coming to work. Now I have a beard and I like it. Suddenly, I had this recollection of being in, say, an alternate universe where facial hair was illegal. I didn't know how I got here, but I knew if I was to survive, I'd have to pretend I knew all about whatever they were saying to me, including the facial hair thing. I panicked just a bit at my co-worker saying this, fearing I had somehow slipped into this alternate reality for real somehow. He still had his hair though so I didn't panic for long.
So, I tell you this because I want you all to be prepared. Too many times, I've seen people (on TV shows and what not) be all dumb whenever they land in some alternate reality or timeline. They expect people to instantly be understanding when you tell them their [insert something here] isn't the way it is supposed to be. Stupid! You need to get with the flow right away and then work out where you are, how you got there, and what you're going to do or who you're going to tell about getting back to your home. Say somebody walks up to you and says, "Hey, what happened to your biometric facial interface?" You don't say "my what?" You say, "It's getting repaired," or "It just broke but I'm heading out to get another one right now." That's how you survive in alternate realities. Be prepared and quick on your feet.
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