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Enter the Daemon This page is now powered by FreeBSD. Yeah, I got sick of using Windows 2000, and as I will need some form of Unix on my system next year for CS2130, I figure why not get started now. Now, I've had some problems with Linux in the past (the most flagrant being its blunt refusal to recognize my network card). I seem to not have any such problems with BSD. In fact, I have sound, network, very up to date software, and I should have a printer by tonight. In other words, I really like this operating system. Anyway, I guess i'll put the BSD Daemon on this page at some point. Tah! Smacking People Around In Usenet I love newsgroups. They are so fun and anonymous. Anyway, recently, on git.talk.movies, some one posted a glowing review of Unbreakable (2 stars out of five, by me, in The Technique). Anyway, I decided to show him the error of his ways. See how smart people flame! The Onion The Onion is consistantly funny, but recently, their coverage of "Mayhem 2000" (in which the US plunges into chaos resulting from the indecision over president) is some of the most fully realized parody I have ever seen. Anyway, this is really funny shit. It all starts with "Clinton Declares Self President For Life". Enjoy! My Stereo I love my stereo. Someone decided to listen to Collective Soul (see "Rants" for my thoughts on CS) at what was probably the max volume for their measly computer system. Well, i didn't want to listen to "Pattern Against User" by At The Drive-In with the back beat from "Down" by CS. So, I crank my stereo from 1.5 to 3.5 (out of 10). They didn't get the hint. It went to 4.0. Still not getting the hint. 4.5, and I'm sitting out in the hall. Finally, they realized what was going on and turned off that godawful music, and I turned my stereo back down to 1.5. So, I won. I showed those bastards who's boss (of course, my ears hurt, I feel dizzy and I have this bitting pain in my lower back, but... ). Being me does have its advantages. Relationship of Command by At The Drive-In I can't sing this album's praises enough. Holy Hell! Seriously folks, this album improves with each listen. I downloaded it off of Napster the other day and didn't think it was that great, but I just kept listening to it. Now, it's all I listen to. The variety of sound and the blending of fast and slow sound at the same time is just amazing. It makes me really mad that I missed them when they played here last month. |
Research Papers Man, research papers really stink. I had to write a seven page research paper for my English 1102 class here at Georgia Tech (I throughly loved that class, let me take this time to plug Prof. Crawford as being awesome). My paper was entitled "The Future of Discrimination: Two views, Gattaca and The Diamond Age" and envolved me learning all about how the Victorians thought all other races were worthless. It also took me all day to research and write it. In fact, I finished it at 2:04 AM Sunday (so it took me just about 12 hours (with about 3 hours of "break" included) to write. Anyway, I'm done!!!!!! (in fact, I'm done with work (save finals) for the semester!!!!!!!!). But, anway, writing long things on complicated, depressing topics is not a cool way to spend a saturday. (It's also good to get "Sex" out of the top Rant slot. Now I can show the page to the grandparents). Oh yeah! I also took some shots of how my research made a complete mess of my dorm room. Check out the complete results or the best of the lot to get an idea of the madness that was my saturday. Sex I'm not ranting about sex because I'm not getting any (which is true), I'm ranting because my roomate is. The little turd says all innocent-like "Just to let you know, we may have a visitor on Saturday." Then I say "that's fine, I'm still sleeping here. I mean, I don't want to go home." Then he states "Well, would you mind, because this is important to me." Yeah, right just like the last time you had me sleep else where and your date left at 1am. You jerk. Man, I tell you what, sex sucks. The script of Charlie's Angels Ugh!, what garbage! An absolutely horrid movie. The humor was stupid and unfunny, and the dialouge was banal. This movie was written by a 13 year old girl, I'm sure of it. It was full of giggling and generally what I would think being grown up would look like to a 13 year old. This movie really could have been cool as hell if it had been played straight. In fact, it could have been extremely cool. Oh well, another oppurtunity squandered. *sigh* I'm so sick of bad movies. Blender I hate all currently popular music; however, I find that true pop, like Britney Spears and Christina Aguilara, is tolerable. The problem comes with the pop-rock, i.e. bubble gum music for 30-somethings. Anyway, the newest example of this purely evil genre is Collective Soul's latest attempt at making something listenable, Blender. Awful does not begin to describe the quality of this record. It stinks. Like a pile of crap in the middle of a field. In summer. In Georgia. The fact that my roomate has been playing it for about two weeks doesn't help much. I can't begin to stress to you how hard it is to concentrate when you can hear it seeping in over the D'Angelo blaring on your headphones. yuck! Fighting I hate having people mad at me. I can't sleep when they are and right now I can't sleep (put two and two together, voila!). Anyway, a friend and are fighting (at least I think we are) and it isn't fun. Honestly people, come together and be happy. There are only a few things in the world worth fighting over and yet we do it so much. Those are my thoughts, at least. |
