Questionable ammoniums...

Twitterings for September 26, 2008:

• 11:16 Stupid. Broken. Git. #
• 11:16 I'll FETCH YOUR REPOSITORY! #
• 11:16 Except I won't, because YOU ARE BROKEN. #
• 12:13 Some people call me the space cowboy. #
• 12:15 Now, everyone to the panic room! #
• 12:16 ...that's a misnomer. It's actually more of a closet. #
• 12:40 I have unbroken git. Everybody is happy. #
• 12:54 *stares* I need to stop attempting to follow this meeting, attempting to build a rake task, download Sims stuff and turn off the... #
• 12:57 ...timer that mysteriously appeared along with our wireless network. #
• 13:02 Alright, figured out the timer. #
• 13:09 Okay, I *kind of* have the rake task. Or the general gist. It's figuring out exactly how rake doc:app does it. #
• 13:27 At last! Rake::RDocTask! #
• 13:28 Also, I found the document from the last time I worked on it - but I'd rather rewrite it, so that I actually understand it. #
• 14:06 Damn. I *am* good. #
• 14:06 It didn't work, but I debugged it, so that it did. #
• 14:06 And it worrrrrrked. #
• 15:06 I'm sorry, but a "flipping sign reversal," sounds just...wrong. #
• 15:07 However, I think he might just be being redundant. #
• 15:08 "Poor quality image printouts lose marks"? That's..um, that's quite bastardy. #
• 15:08 Oh yeah? Well, your mother. #
• 15:08 ...'s shoemaker's dog. #
• 15:11 Now, I'm no lover of clichés, but I believe planning this midterm is something akin to planning the invasion of Normandy. #
• 15:16 Somehow, using an example of "finding elephants," while pertinent for the analysis of an image...makes less sense when applied to real life. #
• 15:16 Um, I see the elephant. It just sat on my studying hut. #
• 15:17 Can't find it in the image? Look for the broken hut. #
• 15:17 Also, look for edges and corners, if you want to be exact. #
• 15:25 Praxis, epistaxis, anaphylaxis, parallaxis... #
• 15:29 "Since (by definition), binocular depth perception requires two functioning eyes, a person with only one functioning eye has none." #
• 15:29 No *binocular* depth perception, or no depth perception whatsoever? #
• 15:30 Also, yes, I did go off on an only partially-related tangent to what we are discussing. #
• 15:31 But monocular depth perception doesn't exist? Yes, it does! #
• 15:32 But it also requires accommodation. With the stretching and unstretching of the lens... #
• 15:33 But I have no lens! #
• 15:33 Do I see depth or not? Or am I just seeing a really fantastic 2D image, and working really well with lighting? #
• 15:36 "People who are blind in one eye have impaired depth perception, but they still have functional depth perception." #
• 15:37 tinyurl.com/4o8bl5 #
• 15:43 Alright, well, I'm fairly sure that the world is not flat. #
• 15:45 I'd say that my depth perception is functional. However, I could never drive a car. That's less to do with depth perception... #
• 15:46 ...and, um, more to do with the whole lack of vision in one eye. #
• 15:47 I can't play baseball, either, but again, it's hard to keep your eye on the ball *and* know where your bat is in relation to anything. #
• 15:49 I'd also like to take this opportunity to use the words "oculovestibular reflex." Just because. #
• 15:53 *realizes she's still sitting here 5 minutes after class has ended* #
• 19:36 And at some point, I will be able to say that I wrote the book on Rake. But, um, not rakes. #
• 19:36 There are better authorities out there, I'm sure. #
• 20:31 You want to fly on a magic carpet to visit the King of the Potato People, and plead with him for your freedom... #
• 20:31 ...and you're telling me you're completely sane? #

Sent into the blogosphere by me, inappropriate ammoniums, and the strong arm of the potato.

Flipping sign reversals...

Twitterings for September 25, 2008:

• 00:28 Dinner is almost done. #
• 00:28 Oh, for shit's sake, it's 00:30! #
• 00:28 Also, when the Reuben was invented, I don't think they had cinnamon raisin bread in mind as the base. #
• 00:29 They could have been missing something important. #
• 00:31 You won't read that book again, because the ending's just too hard to take. #
• 08:07 Due to the hiccups that I developed *again* last night before bed, I think I'll be avoiding the solid food today. Lest I aspirate it... #
• 08:08 ...as I hiccup while eating. #
• 13:34 My jaw aches. What the hell am I so tense about? #
• 13:37 You can tell I'm deeply enamored with my readings for CompViz, when I think up 8 other things that I've been meaning to look up. #
• 13:37 None of which relate to CompViz. #
• 19:01 Never eating sushi again. Ever. #
• 19:01 Don't know what's worse - regular heartburn, or sushiburn... #
• 20:12 It feels like I swallowed a squid. A whole squid. In tact. Probably alive. It is now jabbing me in the stomach. #
• 20:13 And ruthlessly attacking me with its tentacles. #
• 20:14 Now, am I *really* the only one who finds that just a little bit tacky? #
• 20:14 Quite clearly, I am. #
• 20:14 *squid turns over in stomach* #

Sent into the blogosphere by the squids.

And, of course, your lovely riding horse...

Twitterings for September 24, 2008:

• 00:38 That pudding...was not very good. #
• 00:39 Do I blame the pudding mix or the rice milk? Either way, ick. #
• 09:07 Woke up with the damn hiccups. Not pleasant, especially when it feels like your stomach is going to get heaved up by mistake. :P #
• 22:11 Zzzzzzz. #
• 22:12 Ruy is back. We picked him up at the airport this afternoon. I surprised him, because I told him I wasn't going to be at the airport. #
• 22:12 I'm sneaky like that. #
• 22:13 I got the hiccups yet again when I was eating lunch, and nothing would make them go away. So I hiccuped my way through two sandwiches. #
• 22:13 It was VERY UNCOMFORTABLE. #
• 22:14 Didn't get enough sleep last night, so I ended up taking a nap after lunch on Ruy's parent's couch until it was time to leave. #
• 22:15 Ruy's sense of time is screwed up, and he flew for 18 hours, so he's reeeeallly out of it now. #
• 22:15 I napped with him for awhile, and now I'll probably be awake all night. #
• 22:16 I have no idea what to have for dinner. Was going to get sushi, but woke up too late. #
• 22:17 Rather cutely, Ruy keeps waking up and speaking to me in Romanian. Doesn't even realize he's doing it. #
• 22:17 Good thing I have some sort of idea what he's talking about. #
• 22:17 Hunnnnnngry. #

Sent into the blogosphere by me, a slide rule, flipping sign reversals, and Twitter.

The pudding, it was not so tasty...

Twitterings for September 23, 2008:

• 11:20 Sneezing. Just cleaned out B & G's cage. Hay dust everywhere! #
• 11:21 Goomba is currently attempting to break into the food stores. If she could wait 5 minutes, I could pour some into a bowl for her. #
• 11:22 I would tell her to stop, but she's just so damn crafty! #
• 11:22 There, see? Dishwasher's done. Bowl of food. #
• 11:32 Everybody is eating and happy. #
• 11:57 Another set of notes and formulae done! Shower and coffee time! #
• 12:37 Coffee! #
• 13:36 A ghost from a wishing well? I mean, really? #
• 13:37 Also, Seeqpod, your lack of Gordon Lightfoot disturbs me. I've had to resort to YouTube. #
• 14:02 Sundown, you better take care, if I find you've been creepin' round my back stairs. #
• 14:31 I *will* finish watching up to episode 75 of Railscasts. #
• 14:31 *is on episode 58* #
• 15:29 Alright, that's it, I AM TYING THE CROCHET HOOK TO MYSELF. I have lost it, yet again. #
• 17:55 Wooo. Episode 62. I may finish this yet. #
• 18:56 What's this? Me attempting to eat dinner at a normal time? Surely not. #

Sent into the blogosphere by me, Twitter, a palpable sense of tension regarding planes and Ruy, and the vanilla pudding that sucked horribly.

I can't describe how much that is *not* the food court...

Twitterings for September 22, 2008:

• 00:24 Okay, autumn, I get it. You're here, you brought rain, and you're not going away. #
• 00:25 I am absolutely *freezing* right now. There are not enough blankets in this apartment. #
• 00:25 Or warm clothes. #
• 00:26 Had dinner with the inlaws this evening. First time I've gone over there without Ruy. :P #
• 00:27 Speaking of which, I can feel all 24 of the hours in the day again, and possibly some spares. I know this means it'll be Wednesday soon. #
• 00:28 Got lost in Sears today. How can there be no visible entrance to the mall, when I know you can get into Sears FROM the mall? #
• 00:59 Frakking windy outside. #
• 13:10 Listening to the lecture from last time for CompViz, before this afternoon's class. I should have done this on the weekend. #
• 13:10 Also, he totally just used the term *handwave*. #
• 18:08 Not my brightest moment: I just slept through my CompViz class, which was at 3. #
• 18:09 I must have dozed off listening to the lecture from last time (around quarter after 1), and just woke up now. #
• 18:09 Man, I feel like an idiot. #
• 18:55 I did finish listening to last time's audio, though. #
• 19:13 Okay, much better now. I've gone over the notes, and he'll probably still be doing the same stuff on Wednesday, and it all makes sense. #
• 19:13 Okay, more sense. #
• 19:14 Ruy called me earlier, and was channel-flipping. Came across SG-1 in English with Romanian subtitles. I demanded to know what episode it was #
• 19:14 He told me one line, and I was able to figure out that it was Zero Hour from Season 8. Yes, I am a geek. #
• 20:08 And now, it's time to clean a bunny cage. #
• 21:49 Done and showered. Now, I can relax and watch H & H run around. #

Sent into the blogosphere by me, Twitter, Sears having a lack of doors leading into the mall, and a food court that no longer exists.

Hit it?

Twitterings for September 21, 2008:

• 00:10 Er, somehow, I managed to not eat dinner until now. At 10 after midnight. #
• 00:12 I blame Apartment Life hack-finding, as well as Ruy calling at 10 after 10. And possibly shiny elephants. #
• 00:12 Alright, mostly Apartment Life. #

Sent into the blogosphere by Twitter, a cup of coffee, the Smustle room, and napping bunnies.

What? You mean there's an ENGLISH version of this song?

Twitterings for September 20, 2008:

• 15:13 Having coffee & discussing life philosophy with my mom. #

Sent into the blogosphere by Twitter, Myrtle Chesterfield, and my inability to listen to Natasha Bedingfield's Pocketful of Sunshine and not hear the Simlish version.

I must mention that my mother is quite wonderful, and that sitting and having coffee while discussing life is a great way to spend a Saturday afternoon.