So...
It's hot outside. I'm mellllting, I'm melllllting.
I've been spending my days really, really attempting to get some programming done. So far, I have read the first 13 chapters of the Ruby book, started a whole bunch of projects that I can't properly start until I learn Rails, and got a skeleton of a fun, binary decode/encoder done, but got stuck when I realized I had no idea how to tell whether what someone was inputting was a file or not. Then, while typing the previous sentence, I realized that what is important is that you know whether the input is a filename or not. Which makes everything much, much simpler. I should clearly write out these things more often.
After cheering about the fact that I was through my required software engineering class (*shudder* group project *shudder*) and would never have to take it again, I found out that taking its sequel, Advanced Software Engineering, may actually be my only option for this fall. The ironing, it is delicious.
Bordering on downright obsession, I have been playing The Sims 2 and all of its fun expansion packs. Or, rather, I was playing it obsessively, and will return to doing so in a moment, once the weekend is over, and I've figured out how to seamlessly integrate it into my daily schedule. Right now, I'm downloading hair. And possibly elf ears.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
And then there were two...
So, instead of making the happyfuntime post of love, fun, and frivolity, as a followup to my last incite-riot-and-alienate-people post, I have some sad news to report. Er, two sad pieces of news to report.
Dax died about two weeks ago. She was my exuberant, runs around like she's on speed dwarf hamster. She ran right out of energy, and we found her curled up in her tube, Tempe crying and trying to cuddle her stiff body back to life. We placed Dax in a box, ready for the burial ritual, but waited just a few days too long. At least we found out what the smell was! But where she was buried didn't matter, because her spirit was already running around up there with Sam.
Ruy and I went to T.G.I.F. (The Gluten Intolerance Festival) in Victoria this past weekend. While we were away, we left the hammies their food and water and playthings, and assumed all would be fine.
Tempe made a break for it, sometime between Thursday afternoon and Monday evening. Perhaps she was eager to find out where Dax had gone.
No amount of calling her name or leaving out treats would get her to come forth and show herself. Ruy was certain she had escaped into the wild, open world, through the partially open window. I doubted it.
We heard her final squeaks this afternoon. Who knows what she was really saying. I like to think it was "Look out, Dax and Sam! Here I come!" Whatever it was, it helped us to locate her, but moments too late. Uh, not my favourite memory.
So, farewell, Tempe, and farewell, Dax. May the wind be ever at your backs.
Dax died about two weeks ago. She was my exuberant, runs around like she's on speed dwarf hamster. She ran right out of energy, and we found her curled up in her tube, Tempe crying and trying to cuddle her stiff body back to life. We placed Dax in a box, ready for the burial ritual, but waited just a few days too long. At least we found out what the smell was! But where she was buried didn't matter, because her spirit was already running around up there with Sam.
Ruy and I went to T.G.I.F. (The Gluten Intolerance Festival) in Victoria this past weekend. While we were away, we left the hammies their food and water and playthings, and assumed all would be fine.
Tempe made a break for it, sometime between Thursday afternoon and Monday evening. Perhaps she was eager to find out where Dax had gone.
No amount of calling her name or leaving out treats would get her to come forth and show herself. Ruy was certain she had escaped into the wild, open world, through the partially open window. I doubted it.
We heard her final squeaks this afternoon. Who knows what she was really saying. I like to think it was "Look out, Dax and Sam! Here I come!" Whatever it was, it helped us to locate her, but moments too late. Uh, not my favourite memory.
So, farewell, Tempe, and farewell, Dax. May the wind be ever at your backs.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Mmm, bathtub moonshine...
Instead of doing something useful, like cleaning out and recycling my email right now, while I wait for Ruby to update (for the untechnical-minded of you who just stared at that Wikipedia page and fainted in despair, all you really need to know is that it's a programming language, and new versions come out every so often, thus the update), I'm just going to type another entry. Where I will muse loudly and opinionatedly about whatever comes to mind.
Is it time to elect a new Prime Minister yet? Has Harper alienated another portion of the population I need to know about?
Sorry, all of you Canadian darlings who thought I might be a staunch Conservative, or a kite-flying Liberal (sorry, it was the only adjective I could think of), I'm sorry to break your hearts. Stephen Harper is a smarmy bastard, even if the Canadian electorate, especially the West, seems to have the long-term memory of an amnestic gerbil, and will have forgotten come election time.
I like unions. I like gay people. I support gay MARRIAGE. That's right, kids. People of all creed, colour, nationality, and sexual orientation, should be allowed to get MARRIED. They should be given the same rights as their heterosexual counterparts, as they certainly don't qualify as lesser people just because they like something a bit different.
It doesn't matter if you can't understand it, or don't like to engage in the activities yourself; I don't understand theoretical astrophysics or particularly enjoy the equations, but I staunchly support those who practice it. Unnatural as their "Schroedinger's Cats" and "Wormhole Theory" might be. *attempts to wring out the sarcasm from that statement, but fails - it's just too saturated*
Because, I'm sorry, but the word "marriage" has not one, but TWO meanings. The first is the one the oh-dear-don't-let-the-gays-get-married hide behind. Ye olde formal union between man and woman. The second, according to the OED, is "a combination of two or more elements." Oh yeah, that's right. Be they man, woman, neither, or both. Actually, I believe that would even allow for polygamy. ...oh, THAT must be what they get all up in arms about. First, you let gays get married, then you allow polygamy, and for some strange reason, animal husbandry. Yes. Take your giant leaps. Whatever, I'm sticking with the OED. And if there's really a few polygamists out there that feel the need to leap under this category of marriage, then what's so horrid about that? It's really not like there's GIANT SWATHS of people who are eagerly awaiting the definition-changing of the word "marriage" so they can run right out and start marrying multiple people. And animals. Even if there were, geez, it's not like it affects you personally (unless of course, you're in a polygamous union, which, if you happened to be, why would you be complaining in the first place?). Just like you're not going to stem a worldwide drug problem by bringing back Prohibition. People are going to make bathtub moonshine whether you allow them to or not.
Just like I may have a few problems with certain hypocritical uber-religions *coughcatholicisimcough*, I support the idea of freely practicing a religion, even if I can't get behind the religion itself. Especially a holy-rolling, I-be-mightier-than-thou, pedestal-sitting-on one, totally not mentioned above. There are many paths to the Infinite, or God, or Gaia, or Allah, or The Great Modem In The Sky, or whatever you're currently calling he/she/it/them. No religion can be mightier than any other. Sorry, kids, you'll just have to play in the same playground as everybody else. Yes, even the scaaaaary Wiccans. ;)
I am utterly disgusted at the state of the world today, and especially at the state of people's minds. I wish everyone could just extend a little more understanding to those who are different from them. Supporting gay marriage, talking to gay people, wearing fancy hats, are NOT going to make you gay. Open-minded, perhaps, but not gay. Supporting none of these things makes you something of a closed-minded bigot. Just saying.
So, how many readers have I got left now? 3? I know there are some of you out there that are going to read this and immediately disknow me. This is me. I have opinions, I express them. Always and forever.
And to Old Slicer Wit, who just recently got to know me, despite knowing OF me for 23 years, this is who your niece is. Loud, and full of opinions. Um, a lot like her mother, actually. But, you should probably know, if this changes your opinion of me, we probably should part ways before having a large falling out about it. I'd hate for it to come to fisticuffs at dawn, or pistols at sundown, or however people are dueling these days.
Ohhhh, now I have to get back to worrrrk. Peace out, y'all.
Is it time to elect a new Prime Minister yet? Has Harper alienated another portion of the population I need to know about?
Sorry, all of you Canadian darlings who thought I might be a staunch Conservative, or a kite-flying Liberal (sorry, it was the only adjective I could think of), I'm sorry to break your hearts. Stephen Harper is a smarmy bastard, even if the Canadian electorate, especially the West, seems to have the long-term memory of an amnestic gerbil, and will have forgotten come election time.
I like unions. I like gay people. I support gay MARRIAGE. That's right, kids. People of all creed, colour, nationality, and sexual orientation, should be allowed to get MARRIED. They should be given the same rights as their heterosexual counterparts, as they certainly don't qualify as lesser people just because they like something a bit different.
It doesn't matter if you can't understand it, or don't like to engage in the activities yourself; I don't understand theoretical astrophysics or particularly enjoy the equations, but I staunchly support those who practice it. Unnatural as their "Schroedinger's Cats" and "Wormhole Theory" might be. *attempts to wring out the sarcasm from that statement, but fails - it's just too saturated*
Because, I'm sorry, but the word "marriage" has not one, but TWO meanings. The first is the one the oh-dear-don't-let-the-gays-get-married hide behind. Ye olde formal union between man and woman. The second, according to the OED, is "a combination of two or more elements." Oh yeah, that's right. Be they man, woman, neither, or both. Actually, I believe that would even allow for polygamy. ...oh, THAT must be what they get all up in arms about. First, you let gays get married, then you allow polygamy, and for some strange reason, animal husbandry. Yes. Take your giant leaps. Whatever, I'm sticking with the OED. And if there's really a few polygamists out there that feel the need to leap under this category of marriage, then what's so horrid about that? It's really not like there's GIANT SWATHS of people who are eagerly awaiting the definition-changing of the word "marriage" so they can run right out and start marrying multiple people. And animals. Even if there were, geez, it's not like it affects you personally (unless of course, you're in a polygamous union, which, if you happened to be, why would you be complaining in the first place?). Just like you're not going to stem a worldwide drug problem by bringing back Prohibition. People are going to make bathtub moonshine whether you allow them to or not.
Just like I may have a few problems with certain hypocritical uber-religions *coughcatholicisimcough*, I support the idea of freely practicing a religion, even if I can't get behind the religion itself. Especially a holy-rolling, I-be-mightier-than-thou, pedestal-sitting-on one, totally not mentioned above. There are many paths to the Infinite, or God, or Gaia, or Allah, or The Great Modem In The Sky, or whatever you're currently calling he/she/it/them. No religion can be mightier than any other. Sorry, kids, you'll just have to play in the same playground as everybody else. Yes, even the scaaaaary Wiccans. ;)
I am utterly disgusted at the state of the world today, and especially at the state of people's minds. I wish everyone could just extend a little more understanding to those who are different from them. Supporting gay marriage, talking to gay people, wearing fancy hats, are NOT going to make you gay. Open-minded, perhaps, but not gay. Supporting none of these things makes you something of a closed-minded bigot. Just saying.
So, how many readers have I got left now? 3? I know there are some of you out there that are going to read this and immediately disknow me. This is me. I have opinions, I express them. Always and forever.
And to Old Slicer Wit, who just recently got to know me, despite knowing OF me for 23 years, this is who your niece is. Loud, and full of opinions. Um, a lot like her mother, actually. But, you should probably know, if this changes your opinion of me, we probably should part ways before having a large falling out about it. I'd hate for it to come to fisticuffs at dawn, or pistols at sundown, or however people are dueling these days.
Ohhhh, now I have to get back to worrrrk. Peace out, y'all.
Scary eyebrow man...
Yes. I did it again. I disappeared.
This time it was to write finals! (Good excuse.)
And relax and unstress from school! (Good excuse.)
And play The Sims 2 for hours on end! (Horrible, really terrible excuse.)
Now, however, I need to get back into the groove. Which means more working on planned summer projects, more organizing and sorting, and more sitting at my (very tiny portion of a) desk.
This might even mean you'll hear from me more than once every 5 weeks!
Where I can tell you about my newfound love for Rex Murphy, even if his eyes could scare small children into never listening to the CBC (I, ahem, used to be one of those small children). I used to call him a pompous blowhard. Now, I embrace his Canadianness, and look forward to hearing from him, even if yesterday's Cross Country Checkup was as boring and dry as the finest of burnt toast.
Or my unyielding dislike for Tom Clancy. Even though I'm forcing myself to read him. People like him. There must be SOME redeeming quality SOMEWHERE.
Or my sudden and unwavering love for The Amazing Mrs. Pritchard. Oh, United Kingdom, your production of awesome and watchable TV surpasses pretty much everything.
Also, according to the page that I linked you to for Rex Murphy, he tried to run for office twice, once as a Conservative, and once as a Liberal, and lost both times. That, Rexie, my boy, is because YOUR EYEBROWS ARE SCARY AND NO ONE WANTS SCARY EYEBROW MAN AS PREMIER OF ANYTHING.
This time it was to write finals! (Good excuse.)
And relax and unstress from school! (Good excuse.)
And play The Sims 2 for hours on end! (Horrible, really terrible excuse.)
Now, however, I need to get back into the groove. Which means more working on planned summer projects, more organizing and sorting, and more sitting at my (very tiny portion of a) desk.
This might even mean you'll hear from me more than once every 5 weeks!
Where I can tell you about my newfound love for Rex Murphy, even if his eyes could scare small children into never listening to the CBC (I, ahem, used to be one of those small children). I used to call him a pompous blowhard. Now, I embrace his Canadianness, and look forward to hearing from him, even if yesterday's Cross Country Checkup was as boring and dry as the finest of burnt toast.
Or my unyielding dislike for Tom Clancy. Even though I'm forcing myself to read him. People like him. There must be SOME redeeming quality SOMEWHERE.
Or my sudden and unwavering love for The Amazing Mrs. Pritchard. Oh, United Kingdom, your production of awesome and watchable TV surpasses pretty much everything.
Also, according to the page that I linked you to for Rex Murphy, he tried to run for office twice, once as a Conservative, and once as a Liberal, and lost both times. That, Rexie, my boy, is because YOUR EYEBROWS ARE SCARY AND NO ONE WANTS SCARY EYEBROW MAN AS PREMIER OF ANYTHING.
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