Oooo...kay.

Something or other went down, whether on this machine or on Enki, or both. I have no idea what was going on, but for whatever reason, Tigereye was using far more computing power than she ought to have been, and choking up when I was trying to type, and generally being a very unhappy little rock of a computer. After I shut down, and turned her back on, she couldn't connect to the net, so I had to restart Enki, then I had to log out and log back in again on Tigereye to make things work.

I note that it is almost always more reassuring to get nice long bursts of processing activity when you think you're doing something, versus constant, short, almost morse-encoded flashes.

(no subject)

The microbursts of "OK, I'm doing something" when you do something are reassuring too.

Ghaaaaaa.

The guys are leaving for the weekend again.

Hoping that this weekend will be less lonely.

english events to elaborate:

Jeff
Flirty guy

Sleep, or lack thereof:

Tonight was not a good night for sleep. I hit bed sometime after one, and then woke up in the late minutes of 0400 to the sound of a neighbor (or transient)'s noisy bout with vomiting.

I may in fact sleep with my eyes open, in some cases, because I wake to find my eyes far drier than they ought to be. It makes a difference whether I sleep with the fan on or off. On means the eyes are drier, and in some cases I have to splash my face with water in order to get my eyes wet enough again.

In order to wake Votania safely, touch her feet to wake her. In order to wake me safely and sanely, and not leave me in a potential panic, touch my leg or my arm or my shoulder -- not my feet. I'm very sensitive about things messing with my feet while I'm asleep. Entangling my feet in blankets is a bad move. Pulling the blankets over my poor exposed feet while I'm asleep stands you the chance of me waking up in panic at trapped feet, or waking up in panicky discomfort at overheated feet.

I can't stand being too warm while I sleep. This can get to be a bit of an issue in Arizona, as this is November, almost the coldest time of year, and the apartment complex's cooling-temperature-regulation is off (How do I know for sure? The condensation-problem has stopped dripping.) and with the windows closed at night, sleeping under just a sheet, I can still overheat. The only way I've found to keep my body temperature exactly the way I like it is to sleep with my feet exposed, perhaps even with lotion or water for evaporative cooling (needed that tonight, even with window open), so my body can dump its excess heat out through them. If I get cold, I can pull my feet back under the covers, and poke them out again when I overheat.

Darkside cannot sleep with any noise whatsoever. I can tune out certain varieties of predictable noise. Doors slamming, dishes clashing, and kids wailing are not predictable noises, in my sleeping patterns. Especially not noisily barfing neighbors. Certain music at a more or less even volume is predictable; noise of computer or fan is predictable; most of the noise of the wave-sound recording on my alarm clock is predictable, with the notable exception of the occasional static, which wakes me up as it resembles the crackling noise of fire. Unexpected fire-noises jerk me out of sleep, and that's one thing I wish to never desensitize to.

I have an hour and fifty minutes left before I need to wake up again. Maybe I can get some sleep? I hope so.

Asleep. Dammit.

Woke up 8:42. Squeaked in barely late. Feel lousy.

Last night: honk count = 1.
This morning: whistle count = 1, honk count = 2.

I suppose this morning's two honks are really one, as they were in rapid succession.

Barden is cool with eating in class. In her estemible managerial opinion, if it's something that keeps the employees happy, it's cool. Cutting the employee fridge led to no overtime.

Peculation is bad.

Was able to share the giggles with Ron. He suggested that I provide Darkside with a few mental images in return. I can make those gossips with Ron because Darkside is no longer a DeVry student.

Managers are supposed to have people skills, not always technical skill. In fact, they sometimes gets dragged from the technical fields...

I like making snarky political comments, like regarding figureheads as presidents.

DDP rules.

Slackerprep is still around. He touched me!

I feel like such an addict now.

I came home after my grueling management class (had to stay awake and fill in blanks while teacher interactively lectured with class, simulating aliveness and caringness) to find that my Amazon package (Prime Chaos, Liber Kaos, Liber Null & Psychonaut, and A Wizard Alone) had arrived.

I am checking my mail and reading my friends page.

(no subject)

For the joy of writing, at the end of a test in the Academic Decathlon, I sat quietly at my seat tapping out a letter to my best friend on an invisible keyboard, just because I could. Even going so far as to backspace when I made a typo.

Silly, silly silly...

FAIRY TALE

nce upon a time there has a young TERMINAL GROUCH named DARKSIDE. He was IRATELY RUNNING in the ILL-EDUCATED forest when he met STUBBLY CHUCK, a run-away PHONE SURVEY GOON from the UNTIDY Queen STEPH.

DARKSIDE could see that STUBBLY CHUCK was hungry so he reached into his SHOPPING BAG and give him his SPIKY CHEESE. STUBBLY CHUCK was thankful for DARKSIDE's CHEESE, so he told DARKSIDE a very FURRY story about Queen STEPH's daughter AZURE. How her mother, the UNTIDY Queen STEPH, kept her locked away in a CITADEL protected by a gigantic BIRD, because AZURE was so ODIFEROUS.

DARKSIDE CLOBBERED. He vowed to STUBBLY CHUCK the PHONE SURVEY GOON that he would save the ODIFEROUS AZURE. He would DANCE the BIRD, and take AZURE far away from her eveil mother, the UNTIDY Queen STEPH, and MASH her.

Then, all of the sudden, there was a SPICY HURRICANE and STUBBLY CHUCK the PHONE SURVEY GOON began to laugh. With a puff of smoke he turned into the gigantic BIRD from his story. UNTIDY Queen STEPH BOFFED out from behind a FLYSWATTER and struck DARKSIDE dead. In the far off CITADEL you could hear a SPROIIING.

THE END.

Make your own Fairy Tale at fuali.com

*snicker*

I'm popular.

I needed that.

A Wizard Alone.

Going to just re-read the whole series sometime soon, now...

Evening...

the Viking called. BS'ed with him for a while. He's likely coming over tomorrow to hack on some homework of his. Cool.

He asked, after hearing about the bonk-on-head-with-rose and the "You can pick your friends, you can pick your nose, but you can't -- DARKSIDE!! EEW! Don't wipe that on my shirt! EEEEW!!!" thing, whether the relationship that Darkside and I had with each other was some weird kind of love/hate kind of thing.

No, I told him. There is no hate in it.


It's amazing, what other people can make of something that seems so very simple from the inside.

Mentioned that I had four new textbooks, and named the first one to him. For that's really what A Wizard Alone is, for those who have the eyes to read it...

Pretty way to arrange words! I approve!

(from a comment to rainstorm13, to whom the credit for the phrasing belongs) ... Oooh, pretty construction. "Soul-bearing". Even if unintentional, I get the feel that that's more what you're trying to do: instead of just revealing yourself to yourself, this is a process of rebirth: painful, messy, and ultimately rewarding.

The Good, and the Ugly: website reviews for Web Developement

http://www.livejournal.com is a good website that I use every day.

Livejournal is more than just a pretty website: it provides a service, at varying rates: free, nearly free, reasonable, and rather expensive but permanent. Finding most features on their website is geek-intuitive, though it can prove frustrating for civillians. As Livejournal is an online journal host, the user-input content ranges from excellent to below the depths of horror. LJ's main page features a nice sidebar with commonly used links, a color scheme that does not actively assault the eyes, a prominently-placed help link, and a lack of huge images to download. There are options to view the site in the language of the user's choice.


http: /www.angelfire.com/*/*/index.html is a personal webpage designed by this guy. [link removed for privacy, as this is a LJ-er, although not one on my friends list.]

Note the run-time error (appears in my browser, Internet Explorer 6) on the main page. Well, the entry page. Gets mighty old, having an entry page. The graphics on the *real* main page take a while to load, even with my DSL connection. Some of the unconventional spellings are intentional; some are not, and are distracting to the user. The background is distracting beneath the greenish text. Poking some of the buttons (which are fortunately obvious to click on) I find that on the writings page, the poetry is jumbled onto the page in a way that is distracting to the eye, and not separated from each other. The part about this page that makes it stick out in my mind as horrible, however, is the little letters trailing after the cursor.

Grammatical Rule (that I was going to post last night before Stuff stopped me)

The most sentient noun in the sentence should be the subject of the sentence.

By this rule, the phrasing "This shirt makes me look professional" would be Right Out, as the speaker should assume that s/he is more self-aware than the shirt, unless, of course, the speaker is Spiderman referring to the symbiont, although that's still probably erring in the favour of the garment.

However, "I am made professional by the shirt" would be correct.

Politeness rules would dictate that in the case that two humans are being spoken of, and one is the speaker, the other human should be given higher honours. However, when being insulting, one might put the object of the insult as the object of the sentence.

"The Doom!Cheese was eaten by Shawn" indicates both something scary about cafeteria food, and something derogatory about Shawn.