Oy, this is my high school

A little bit of context for everybody

Neither of those guys were my teachers, but I did have Mr. "Ebony in the Birchwood" Zellner and Mr. "Commie Smack" Joseph.

Oh, the memories.

Utah: Day One

Today was our first day in Utah. We have not yet hit the slopes, but we rented skis and visited Alta and Snowbird, which both look fantastic. There are a few things that make Utah a little...different.

A six-pack of Polygamy Porter? Ah, multiply refreshing.
The supermarket sells Dry Ice for 60 cents a pound. Crazy.
And then, the just interesting things, like my brother:

Me: Man, there's a new Transformers movie coming out!
Brother: Yeah, and Optimus Prime transforms into a fondue pot.

Somethings I'll never understand.

A ski update later.

Last week of the semester means CRAZY

I'm having my sanity sucked from me by repeatedly taking exams and projects and other things.
I have a great campaign setting I want to write, but I'm going to wait until break to wax irreparable on it. In the meanwhile, for integer values of n, a is the integral of f(x) times the cosine of n times pi times x over L. Ah, Fourier can bite me.

The apocalypse

There is a picture of my ass on facebook.
The world as we know it is ending.

If only people knew...

If people knew the truth of the matter, my legs would have been broken about six times over by now. I love it.
The weekend was absolutely amazing, and I even got back to quota with work. I ran a session, my car chase ran out of gas relatively quickly (there is a way to hit 'motive gear', so when the chaser is disabled the first turn...yeah. Didn't anticipate that), but I have a comeback. Which is good. And oh yeah... Patrick was here all weekend, instantaneously making it the best ever. Word.
I got a haircut! My jewfro is dead. Or, at least, trimmed neatly. Kinda. Whatever.

A boatload of BWAH.

In order:
1. Decisions, decisions. Aw shit.
2. Yes, reading people's signals is tricky business for me. Sometimes, I really wish someone could do something really blatant. Because if they don't, I will, with sometimes odd consequences.
3. I'm kind of *twitch**twitch* right now. Too much going on, and caffeine combined with it doesn't help.
4. I wish I could take action right now...but I can't, really.

That was random. As it should be. Big weekend coming up. And I need to find someone staying home over midsemester break to be all Pittsburgh with.

I enjoyed this

The Dresden Dolls try to kill off Panic at the Disco

It's entertaining. I watched it.

I like modifying cars, but this is ridiculous

Duck Call on a Turbo BOV

Man, people have way too much free time on their hands.

Stuff, stuff, and more stuff.

I was up late last night. But last night did involve belly-dancing, and some very good Turkish coffee. The coffee may explain being up late.
All's well in the world of oy, with just one piece of news from Wednesday night.
Dave is now my little, which is totally and utterly amazing. That is all.

So, here's my idea

I base writing on my life. It's how I do it. Right now, I sometimes wish my life was simple. Not necessarily simple in execution, but straightforward in goal, rather than having conflicting physical, emotional and interpersonal desires turning my whole existence into a scheduling nightmare. No, just one simple goal I can work on at a time. So here comes the caricature:

Lance is a college student, plagued by academic pressure and a failing relationship with his old high school girlfriend. His perspective on life is mutilated forever when he falls into an alternate dimension, dealing with drug-dealing panda bears and a large knitting-oriented crime syndicate to fulfill his ultimate quest: pick up a bag of Cheetos.

Yeah, I'm crazy. But what do you think?

Amazing

We pledged 17 biddees tonight. And an 18th is pledging, just had a conflict and couldn't be at the ceremony.
This gives us the largest pledge class on the frat quad...well, not the largest, but one of the largest.
And the largest pledge class in our chapter's history...by four. Minimum.
Allow me to say holy shit.
Holy shit.
Rush may have completely mind-consuming, mentally and physically draining, and the busiest two weeks since my freshman orientation, but it was so, so, worth it.
We are amazing.

Well then.

So, apparently, I'm quotable now. I'm flattered.

Last night was a portent to what the whole weekend holds, namely staying up to ungodly hours in the night time and reveling in sleep deprivation. Oh boy. On the good side, we have a session planned for tomorrow...my intro currently is a little contrived, but I have a good feeling about the whole thing. I need to plan out a bit more, but once everything is in place, I have a feeling it will work out.
I had one of my guys request higher lethality...hoo boy, this is gonna be fun.

And now, going into the weekend, I will reference the great MC5:
"Kick out the jams, Motherfuckers!"
That is an amazing album, I'll just say.

I love this guy

Jello Biafra.

Islamic Speed Metal: Magnum Jihad

Need I say anything else.

I'm going to condense this

Pretty much everything in the world going on right now that I am at least peripherally aware of can be boiled down to one simple syllable:

Oy.

In other news, we did manage to meet for a bit yesterday, and now it appears that we're ready to start playing. Whether I'll have the time to either meet or write in preparation for a meeting this weekend is a bit questionable. Ah well.

I also have a job interview on Tuesday. How cool is that.

Clean-up

From last night:
Did you know caffeine is a mood-altering drug? I do now. The trend, to me at least, is impossible to ignore.
From earlier:
So facebook put up some new privacy controls...good on them, but they need to work on the clutter issue a bit more too.

A lovely example of redundancy

So, I found the problem:

You need to save each character record to a new workbook before saving the database...well, now I know. Excel blows me. But at least now it works.

Facebook: I may as well

A comment on the changes to Facebook:
Yeah, I saw the feed thing, and thought, "wow, a bit on the detailed side." But my first reaction to the feed was "oh cool, now I now if people have accepted my friend requests, and no longer have to pore over a profile to figure out what they've updated." If I don't want to look at it, it collapses. That, by the way, was an excellent idea and implementation. Also, in response to the stalker issue, I say this. I went into facebook's privacy settings. You can restrict who sees any of your information...you can have it so you don't even show up on their searches, if you so desire. So if people are really concerned, they can adjust their privacy settings. I adjusted it so that no one can see my cell number unless I have them as a friend. Also, no one outside of my networks can read my profile. Other than that, I don't care, because everything else I post is public domain anyway (within CMU, you can search an index of every student email, and cross-reference it with a name). My most provocative photo is probably a photo of my Celica's shift knob. My wall is filled with inane greetings and birthday spam. My notes are redirected from Blogger, which is, wait, oh yeah...publically listed and indexed on Google. So...yeah. My privacy is not at stake. I don't advertise my illegal behavior (wait, what illegal behavior?), and I frankly am not that interesting. So yeah. For those of you annoyed, I recommend pressing the little drop-down triangle, and collapsing the thing. Not terribly difficult. For the rest of us RSS-heads, you can be thankful that checking facebook no longer has to be an hours-long experience. Or pissed, if you needed a way to kill time. I recommend Freecell, personally.

So Tired...

So yeah. It was a math mistake. It happens. No worries.

Tonight can be boiled down to this:

Techno version of Hava Nagila.



Brilliant.


I'll spare you the emo bullshit beyond that.

I may game tomorrow, thank God.

So I was doing some math...

So, yeah. September is the ninth month of the year. Number nine. If you are entering into the tenth month of something, in September, that means that it started in December. Logical, right? Makes sense to me. However, by December, there was something that hadn't happened yet...so someone made a serious mistake. Either with their math, or with something else.


That was weird and cryptic.

So yeah. For ten bucks, I purchased a webcam off of misc.market, for the intention of using it with Skype. So yeah, as if I don't already look at myself in mirrors too often, now I can do it without ever leaving my desk. And I can make embarassing video of myself as well. Woo.

And for the hell of it

Happy 200th post. Holy shit.