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In-between-breaks updateish thing.
Dec. 28th, 2004 01:59 pmSo part one, the sit-around-and-have-fun-with-family part of my break is over. I'm back in Ann Arbor now, ready to begin part two - the Rose Bowl trip. This is going to be a bit more work than the last trip, and I'm probably a bit subconsciously nervous about it. It will, after all, be the very last performance I give in the uniform of the Michigan Marching Band. So I suppose I want it to be perfect. And I'm somehow worried it won't be (ah-ha-ha! I should know better. After all, we'll be fine).
For the Christmas season, my computer got a makeover. No new hardware, but a different case and beefier power supply. Plenty of expandability now, if I should ever decide I want a floppy drive or something like that. Or a DVD burner, or something. But that's very far off in the future. Someone's already requested pictures, so if I ever get a free moment and a digital camera, you might get to see 'em. I picked out a massage neck pillow from the scotch gifts, got some animation, some games, some movies, and a little spending money for California. Which, if you believe the schedule, we may not have a whole lot of time to use, anyway.
Of course, being home means that I wasn't able to keep up with feedings of the strange things I look at through the portal of D.R.T., and so I've been sifting through the backlog to see what sort of weirdness was produced.
Never to disappoint, of course, someone decided that the cost or renting a movie was a bit Faustian. I'm sure someone was not amused. Probably the same people who would take offense at Jesus declining the option on his unretirement. And possibly the types that would take offense to a column saying that Jesus's message was totake care of the poor. The types of people that would send e-correspondence to the owner of a site that makes fun of religious things. In a word, morons. (Perhaps a link to Vezzini saying it would work better, but I'm lazy and the article gets the point across, anyway.)
Rather than beat on people, maybe we should rage against the machines? Or maybe we'll just eat crackers. Now, let me get this straight, someone worked without pay on a project to get in on an Apple computer for a long time... actually, that sounds like Open Source to me.
To counteract the definitely Greyfaced spin on that, let's take a look at bong art. Feeling sufficiently toked up, I can run the synchronicity all the way across five or six disparate pages. Isn't it funny how patterns emerge from chaos? Hail Potterville, or something like that.
Music by chance. Is it magic? What is music, anyway? And why does it have so much power over us? I've been doing this for many years, and although I listen and perform music, I really don't know. Perhaps it is art, although in some cases it's surely nothing more than pandering to commercial interests. Then again, I might have odd tastes or standards of music, so what counts to me may not to someone else.
So I've been entertained, if nothing else, by the break so far. If I really feel productive, maybe I'll write some stuff on my thesis on the plane. But probably not, considering it'll be a very late night flight, and we'll all want to sleep (they won't tolerate our usual nonsense on the plane). But since I don't have any new books for the plane, that could end up being a problem. So I'll sleep and listen to music, most likely. Oh, well. Catch you lunatics in Pasadena. Watch for us on television - and if you don't see us, complain bitterly to the television executives.
4.0, fall semester - one more to go before we get to the cool bits... well, the supposedly cool bits anyway. This is assuming that grad school will have me.
For the Christmas season, my computer got a makeover. No new hardware, but a different case and beefier power supply. Plenty of expandability now, if I should ever decide I want a floppy drive or something like that. Or a DVD burner, or something. But that's very far off in the future. Someone's already requested pictures, so if I ever get a free moment and a digital camera, you might get to see 'em. I picked out a massage neck pillow from the scotch gifts, got some animation, some games, some movies, and a little spending money for California. Which, if you believe the schedule, we may not have a whole lot of time to use, anyway.
Of course, being home means that I wasn't able to keep up with feedings of the strange things I look at through the portal of D.R.T., and so I've been sifting through the backlog to see what sort of weirdness was produced.
Never to disappoint, of course, someone decided that the cost or renting a movie was a bit Faustian. I'm sure someone was not amused. Probably the same people who would take offense at Jesus declining the option on his unretirement. And possibly the types that would take offense to a column saying that Jesus's message was totake care of the poor. The types of people that would send e-correspondence to the owner of a site that makes fun of religious things. In a word, morons. (Perhaps a link to Vezzini saying it would work better, but I'm lazy and the article gets the point across, anyway.)
Rather than beat on people, maybe we should rage against the machines? Or maybe we'll just eat crackers. Now, let me get this straight, someone worked without pay on a project to get in on an Apple computer for a long time... actually, that sounds like Open Source to me.
To counteract the definitely Greyfaced spin on that, let's take a look at bong art. Feeling sufficiently toked up, I can run the synchronicity all the way across five or six disparate pages. Isn't it funny how patterns emerge from chaos? Hail Potterville, or something like that.
Music by chance. Is it magic? What is music, anyway? And why does it have so much power over us? I've been doing this for many years, and although I listen and perform music, I really don't know. Perhaps it is art, although in some cases it's surely nothing more than pandering to commercial interests. Then again, I might have odd tastes or standards of music, so what counts to me may not to someone else.
So I've been entertained, if nothing else, by the break so far. If I really feel productive, maybe I'll write some stuff on my thesis on the plane. But probably not, considering it'll be a very late night flight, and we'll all want to sleep (they won't tolerate our usual nonsense on the plane). But since I don't have any new books for the plane, that could end up being a problem. So I'll sleep and listen to music, most likely. Oh, well. Catch you lunatics in Pasadena. Watch for us on television - and if you don't see us, complain bitterly to the television executives.
4.0, fall semester - one more to go before we get to the cool bits... well, the supposedly cool bits anyway. This is assuming that grad school will have me.
