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15th September 2011
Almost catch-up time
Having had no computer but my smart phone, which doesn't handle Livejournal so well, for the last couple months, I've fallen woefully behind on reading whatever people have written here. I just received my new computer this evening, along with important furniture I had to assemble to (among other things) make room to put the computer somewhere usable. So, I'm too tired to catch up now. I will soon. :
Feel free to write something in comments if I've missed anything vital in the last couple months you want me to know about right away
8th October 2010
So Sleep Deprived
Just now, watching TV on Hulu I couldn't TiVo because it conflicted with something else, I spaced out for a moment and missed what happened, so I picked up the TiVo remote, pointed it at my laptop, and pressed rewind. Yeah. It's bedtime.
30th May 2010
Dreamed I was in a class in which we had a long-term, important assignment to write a research paper and then read that paper in front of the class. When it was my turn, I started, but after reading the first sentence, the class was interrupted by something, so I set the paper down on the table at the front of class. After the interruption, I went back to it, but couldn't find it. There was a large, messy pile of assignments I'd done for that class and other classes on the table, so surely my paper must have gotten mixed into one of those piles accidentally. :
Spent the rest of the class digging through those piles while the teacher and class impatiently waited. Never found it. Teacher was convinced I'd never done it, because she never actually saw what was on the paper I started reading from.
7th April 2010
So, I've discovered this website where you can : buy classic games for cheap
, and through this site I've purchased Caesar III.
I wonder if anyone who's played the game (since it is a classic, after all) can answer this question for me (since I can't seem to find an answer to this question via google. Possibly because it's 6:15 am and I haven't slept yet tonight):
The emperor wants oil. I have olive farms. I have an oil workshop. I have a warehouse. They're all near each other and full of employees. A little while ago, my workshop had 2 units of oil in storage and was 80% complete. After some time passed, I checked again, and it was 20% complete with 0 units in storage. Not in the warehouse. Not in any markets. The warehouse is set to "accept" oil. I don't have any trade agreements involving oil. Where did my oil go, and how can I force it to go to the warehouse so I can give it to the emperor?
6th August 2009
Scary Robots, Grrrrrrr
We will never face a robot uprising because it's mathematically impossible for a computer program to determine even the most basic facts about other programs. : ( An explanationCollapse )
Why does it matter that computer programs can't really read computer programs? To put it simply, you need to learn to read before you can write, and while computers can randomly generate programs if told to do so, those programs can only be composed out of preexisting instructions. So, the only way a robot's doing us harm is if we program it to do us harm. Cyborgs are a different story.
Even so, Military Researchers Develop Corpse-Eating Robots
is not the most reassuring headline I've ever seen. Let's hope there's a good kill-switch tied into good heat sensors.
Writer's Block: I May Be Crazy
What does this Rorschach blot look like to you?
Siamese twin angels.
23rd July 2009
LJ is having trouble with letting me embed the video, so here's a simple link to : Jon Stewart's take
on the ridiculous Obama citizenship thing.
9th July 2009
Perception of Science
Here's an interesting : report on poll findings
detailing how opinions differ between scientists and the general public on a variety of issues, including science, scientists, and politics.
5th June 2009
I work in a high-security building, where everyone is required to take elevators instead of stairs (except going down in case of emergency). The elevators are secure because you have to enter a special code on a keypad to get to your floor instead of just pushing a floor number. :
I work on the second of 20 floors. This means that when I get in the elevator going down around lunch time or the end of the day, there's someone else in it. Usually a crowd.
For whatever reason, the last two days on my way home I've stepped into an empty elevator. And stood there for five minutes staring at the doors before realizing I have to push a button to make it go down.
19th May 2009
The GOP Needs Its Own 'Secret Speech' Repudiating the Cheney Era
By Jacob Heilbrunn :
This is a big week for the GOP. Two events suggest that it isn't detached from reality. It's oblivious to it.
The first event takes place on Wednesday, when the Republican National Committee, as today's Washington Times reports, will hold a special meeting at National Harbor in Maryland to decide whether or not to endorse a resolution demanding that the Democratic Party call itself the "Democrat Socialist Party." RNC chairman Michael S. Steele is resisting the resolution even as he uses the term socialist to describe the Obama administration's fiscal policies.
Oh, to be a fly on the wall when the Solons of the GOP debate the fine points of economic theory to decide whether or not President Obama really qualifies as a socialist intent on imposing communist-style collectivism upon America. Will they feverishly be consulting their Hegel, Lasalle, and Kautsky as they lash each other into a frenzy of indignation over the nature of true socialist doctrine? No doubt Obama will be quaking in fear over the fate of this resolution.(read the rest of the article)
7th April 2009
Following : sekl
.1. Started your own blog
2. Slept under the stars
3. Played in a band
4. Visited Hawaii5. Watched a meteor shower6. Given more than you can afford to charity7. Been to Disneyland8. Climbed a mountain9. Held a praying mantis10. Sang a solo
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris13. Watched a lightning storm14. Taught yourself an art from scratch
15. Adopted a child16. Had food poisoning
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty
18. Grown your own vegetables
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France
20. Slept on an overnight train 21. Had a pillow fight
23. Taken a sick day when you're not ill
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping27. Run/walked a marathon
(walked, of course)
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice29. Seen a total eclipse30. Watched a sunrise or sunset
31. Hit a home run32. Been on a cruise
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
35. Seen an Amish community 36. Taught yourself a new language
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
39. Gone rock climbing
40. Seen Michelangelo's David41. Sung karaoke
42. Seen a geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant
44. Visited Africa45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had your portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling
52. Kissed in the rain53. Played in the mud54. Gone to a drive-in theater
55. Been in a movie
56. Visited the Great Wall of China57. Started a business
(a BBS, when I was in high school.. never really got off the ground)58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia
60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies62. Gone whale watching
63. Got flowers for no reason 64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma
65. Gone hang gliding
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp
67. Bounced a check
68. Flown in a helicopter69. Saved a favorite childhood toy70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial71. Eaten caviar
72. Pieced a quilt73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book
81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car
83. Walked in Jerusalem84. Had your picture in the newspaper
85. Read the entire Bible86. Visited the White House
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating88. Had chickenpox89. Saved someone's life
(I assume. Isn't this implicit in 64?)
90. Sat on a jury91. Met someone famous
92. Joined a book club93. Lost a loved one
94. Had a baby
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake97. Been involved in a lawsuit98. Owned a cell phone99. Been stung by a bee100. Read an entire book in one day
6th April 2009
Busy Day After a Busy Weekend
Spent the weekend trying to exhaust a puppy more energetic than myself and Acacia combined. Today, took her (the puppy, not Acacia, though she was present also, and actually more responsible for the taking) to the vet for a preliminary check-up, secured custom-molded orthotics and a prophylactic to thwart my nocturnal bruxing, put in six hours at the office, finally connected my desktop computer for the first time after moving in October in order to utilize its card reader which is the only means I currently possess to extract digital images from my camera's flash memory card, and endeavored further to exhaust the aforementioned juvenile canine. :
There are frustrating and disgusting (respectively) stories to go with the orthotics and the night guard, so I'll proceed in that order (and stick the night guard story behind a cut for those of faint heart as well as those who've recently eaten).
First, the orthotics. Several months ago, I developed knee pains, such that whenever I bent my left knee at sharp enough angle, it felt as though some invisible demigoblin was pressing an open flame against it. One x-ray, one MRI, and thousands of milligrams of ibuprofen later, we determined that every bone and muscle directly involved with my knee was undamaged, so the pain must have been caused elsewhere. A podiatrist agreed with my theory that my flat, pronated feet were responsible, and so put a plaster cast on each of my feet for all of fifteen minutes in order to record their shape.
The orthotics would arrive, he prophesied, in approximately three weeks, so to be safe, we made an appointment one month to the day later. I arrived then, fifteen minutes early (taking time, as was necessary, from work). The next forty five minutes of my life bought me one portentous question: "Sir, did you only come here to pick up your orthotics?"
"Ah. Yes. Well, they're not here yet. Let's arrange another summit, shall we? How does one week's passage of the moon 'round the Earth in its ceaseless solar orbit suit your convenience?"
The ritual words we then did utter, and stole I a vow that telephonic heralds should harbinger the arrival of my fucking shoe implants before I wasted any more time heating their waiting-room chairs. "Oh, yes, we always call the day before to confirm your appointment*
. I'll write down a note here so that whoever makes that call remembers to tell you whether or not your orthotics have arrived."*
They had not called to confirm my appointment that day, nor have I ever received any phone call from their office to confirm an appointment any day since that day.
Since I didn't receive a confirmation call the day before my next appointment, I didn't go. That was enough to produce a call. Happily, I was at work, and didn't notice my phone vibrating in my pocket, and had time to calm my wits before responding to the voice mail berating me for missing my appointment. Of special interest here is the fact that the angry man in the recording included, angrily, "your orthotics are here," as if to convey that I really screwed up this time because they hadn't messed up again. Except for the part where they forgot to call me, which this person should have known about if he knew enough about the significance of the presence of my orthotics to emphasize it in his lecture.
At any rate, we rescheduled for today, and I went in and got them today, and my first reaction was, "Oh, so this is what it's supposed to feel like to walk." Really, it makes much more sense this way.( And now, a disgusting story about the inside of a mouth.Collapse )
Elizabeth gets a close-up: :
Elizabeth falls through the cracks:
Elizabeth projects a rabbit from her forehead:
Elizabeth takes herself seriously for a moment:
20th February 2009
All Memes, All The Time
Following : sekl
-Describe me in one word- just one single word. Positive or negative.
-Leave your word in a comment, before looking at what words others have used.
-Copy and paste the meme to your journal to find out how people describe you when limited to one word.
16th February 2009
In a Nutshell
|you are lightcyan|
Your dominant hues are green and blue. You're smart and you know it, and want to use your power to help people and relate to others. Even though you tend to battle with yourself, you solve other people's conflicts well.
Your saturation level is very low - you have better things to do than jump headfirst into every little project. You make sure your actions are going to really accomplish something before you start because you hate wasting energy making everyone else think you're working.
Your outlook on life is very bright. You are sunny and optimistic about life and others find it very encouraging, but remember to tone it down if you sense irritation.
|the spacefem.com html color quiz|
31st January 2009
26th November 2008
I am eating lunch at home, because the walk from work is so short. I feel so mischievous.
21st November 2008
Hate to Say I Told You So
Well, it's happened. It's snowing. In the middle of November. It's snowing all day, and it's cold enough that it : might
stick to the ground. On the last day before we move, and I have that terrible walk. If the ground's actually covered when I get out of work tonight, I'm taking a cab home.
14th November 2008
According to Mapquest, the distance I walk every morning to work is 1.26 miles, and I walk home again in the evenings. This has not been as difficult as you might think, after the first week or so (which followed a mostly sedentary period from early May to early October, between graduating and finding a job. Sorry, you'd know these facts if I were better about updating my Livejournal, but the problem is I suck. Anyway,) that is, it's been surprisingly easy up until the last few days. It's become so much harder because a week after tomorrow, we're moving, and the walk distance shrinks to .31 miles. Still, so long as climate change doesn't cover the streets of Philadelphia in snow in the next eight days, I think I can keep myself in check.
5th November 2008