September 26th, 2004
|02:52 pm - Best. Ever.|
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Project X - Mega Man 3 Xintro OC ReMix
July 31st, 2004
|09:27 am - Some like Romanian pie, and some like pryomania.|
As some know, July 11 was my 21st birthday. Go me. Ph4t l3wt included a printer (my old printer asplode) and a shirt that says "No, I will not fix your computer." My friend from Rice, eponis, happened to be at GA Tech visiting oniugnip, so I decided to visit with them. It was nice; I do so miss my Rice friends when I'm here, and so many of them have graduated anyway. I decided to go that day instead of the day before, when they had Goth night. Nothing against Gothicality in particular, and it's a good thing to be out of one's element every once in a while, but not quite what I had in mind. (Although it was tempting.) That, and I have no proper Gothy clothing.
Anyway, the afternoon of the 11th, I took MARTA down to Tech, meeting up with the two of them at a bagel shop. There Esther offered to buy me a bagel; I demonstrated my boring side by getting a Completely Ordinary Bagel. Whatever; it was tasty, and they didn't have any cinnamon sugar bagels. After a while, we retreated to Alex's on-campus apartment. It has four general-use seats: the Freudian Chair, the Chair of Despair, the Couch of Platonic Nirvana, and the Make-Out Futon. More geeky discussion followed. I learned that there is a fraternity -- I think it was Psi Epsilon -- which is basically a large coalition of dorks. It pleases me that such a place exists. We didn't visit, though. Perhaps later.
After a while, Esther, Alex, and I decided to go to the student center and play DDR. The games area of that building had a hanging banner with the slogan, "We're ready to play when you are." This was right in front of a locked grating which barred our path to the DDR goodness. I guess they aren't always ready to play when we are. We started moseying along, eventually settling on Moe's as the destination. The two of them ate lunch, whilst I stole chips from them. Esther insisted on buying me a margarita, but was denied by Georgia's no-Sunday-alcohol-sales laws. Silly laws, always popping up when you least expect.
One trip home and birthday dinner (mmmmm scampi) later, and it was the close of a good day.
The winning line for the day definitely belonged to eponis, when asked what she was doing while playing with chains, said "I'm engaging in platonic bondage ... with myself."
Current Mood: iterative
Current Music: Placebo - Haemoglobin
June 15th, 2004
|06:13 pm - Eddie Izzard = Rawk|
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Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Scotty D - Drop the Bomb
June 1st, 2004
|04:39 pm - Pwn3d|
At last, everything is restored and configured. Now if I could just get a job, life would be just peachy. Now let's see if the Neverwinter demo will work.
Current Music: Commissioning A Symphony In C - Cake
May 30th, 2004
|10:22 pm - Tech troubles|
I've been putting out fires re. the family's computers for the past couple days. This includes my G4, my mother's Dell, and my brother's external hard drive. I swear, if one more computer a-splodes in the next few days, it can just stay a-sploded for all I care.
Tonight's project: Having copied everything to said external hard drive, I can now reformat my hard drive. Then I will reinstall OS 9, update it to 9.2.2, reinstall OS 10.3 on top of that, and then I can use Classic to run my old programs without starting up in OS 9. It'll be fantabulous.
Current Mood: exhausted
Current Music: Counting Crows: A Long December
May 28th, 2004
As I suspected, Panther is the win. Tomorrow, I configure Mail, import my old messages, and then DROP THE HAMMER on spam with the built-in Bayesian filtering. About 95% of the e-mail I get is spam; Rice's filtering marks most of it, but a lot still makes it to my general inbox. Hopefully, that'll change.
Current Mood: impressed
May 27th, 2004
|06:12 pm - A good day|
I'll continue to record the events of the end of last semester sometime, but I feel that today warrants a quick entry. First off, my brother graduated from high school today. Second off, the family pack of Mac OS X Panther arrived. Installation will take place shortly after dinner, to be immediately followed by a happy dance and various upgradings.
Current Mood: it r0xx0rs my b0xx0r
May 24th, 2004
|12:01 am - Argh.|
Whenever I'm at home for an extended period of time, my parents start getting on my nerves after a while; this time, it was almost exactly a week. Argh. We'll see how well I adjust to being back home.
Current Mood: aggravated
May 23rd, 2004
|03:59 pm - An amazingly long entry, in many parts|
I'm not sure where to begin this. There are several recent events which I want to record so I can remember them later. There are also the events of the last semester, which I will want to remember about later. I suppose I'll start with ( commencement.Collapse )
Current Mood: geeky
May 12th, 2004
|02:07 am - My Not-Quite-Triumphant Return|
I have strange dreams. For about the past 7-10 years, the only dreams that I've remembered have been rather odd. I never have mundane dreams (walking down the street, get something to drink, etc.) or odd-but-well-known types of dreams like falling, being chased but moving slowly, or the like. The closest I've had is dreaming about flying; not with willpower or super powers but with wings -- giant wings with either white feathers or azure fire. Sure, I've had a falling dream, but how many people have dreamed of falling from near-orbital heights?
[feel the shudder from the first traces of atmosphere, look down and see half the world beneath you, bow wave stabilizes as air gets forced out of the way, everything is fire and chaos around you but you're ok, gently open your eyes but the fire all around makes you blink but who needs eyes to see because somehow "you're" watching from third person now, wide-angle view of a line blazing bright across the sky, slowed down enough for the fire to dissipate, zoom back in, notice that your whole body is an airfoil, tilt just a little up and right, glide ratio sucks but it's all right you've got miles left to go, minutes of barely controlled falling through cloud and clear later slam into the ground in one last explosion of flash-vaporized dirt graciously taking the dregs of your kinetic energy away leaving you to climb out of the crater and set about figuring out how far off your mark you were] and then wake up.
Sometimes my dreams are disturbing, especially when they bring up real-world questions which I cannot answer, even merely in the context of the Story. ("I am become death, destroyer of worlds" -- Oppenheimer, after the Trinity test) Maybe I'll consult my logs and write about that one sometime.
Now that I've resumed diplomatic relations with the world in general, I'll probably be updating this more often. A more detailed explanation to follow tomorrow (eponis, this is the long story I mentioned), and of course, further bulletins as events warrant.
Current Mood: quintessential
Current Music: Eurythmics - Sweet Dreams