First day of classes.
Sep. 6th, 2006 12:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
silveradeptIt was okay - I managed not to get rained on, and I ordered the book (I'll probably just have to spend some time with an MP3 player and the book on reserve) I need for my last class, and tomorrow's an early class with a clean slate. Because today was kind of pissy right at the end - the rest was okay, and I should be able to get over the bad part with the good, but it's not that easy.
The bad was that I played![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
2dlife tonight at Literati, and lost by margins of 100, 150, and 180 respectively. Could not get anything to work at all, while he found bingo after bingo after bingo.
The worse was that I had a dentist's appointment today, and althoughI received an e-mail about it, and confirmed it because I didn't have class today until six, I managed to reprise my role as the Man Who Remembers Nothing Important and forgot about it until someone called and asked why I wasn't there. The frustration that I feel right about now is not properly expressable in words, but if I had to try, it would be a howl of incoherent rage followed by the smashing of everything around, breakable or not. This would continue in a frenzy until either the entire room had been pulled down around me or the only things left to break would break me instead. It's a Bruce Banner type of angry, and it doesn't help thatannaonthemoon keeps getting needlessly frustrated at the imperfect workings of her Internet connection. We all need to chill out, I'm sure, and in the grand scheme of things, it's probably pointless, but it makes me feel so stupid to have forgotten something like that.
Moral of the story is, don't trust me with anything important. I'll forget it until after I needed it. If you remember, tell me to write it down and your odds improve a little bit that I might remember it. Still, I'm not the dependable person when it comes to remembering things. Just don't do it. Honestly. You'll save yourself aggravation later.
Old books time - How it works... the computer! Take a jaunt down memory lane to the days of big whirring tapes-spinning stuff.
For a decentralized, cell-based organization, according to this blogger's count, there's an awful lot of #2s of Al Qaeda in Iraq. Justification for keeping the terror alert on yellow permanently? Although, the constant fearfearfear atmosphere has led to creative talent remixing old war propaganda posters and bringing them in line with the current day.
Perhaps bringing us closer to a world where the BSOD is common even in military ventures, Microsoft makes a foray into robotics.
A warning that putting too much of oneself's real life online may not be safe - Google's Calendar used in conjunction with other things to identify a person. What I want to know is why the default options to all of these things seem to be set to "Sure! Share all of this with the whole world!" Although, I suppose, considering the trail I've blazed on the Internet for these many years, someone could probably find me as well, and I'm not actively trying to put my sensitive details out. (In my defence, I hope that much or most of my personal data has been placed out by others and I don't have access controls over it to delete it.) I'm just miffed that the default options are "share", rather than "not share".
Not very related to George Carlin, perhaps more to David Letterman than anything, the seven types of Web Searchers. Classifications for all!
Anyway, while still frustrated at myself, I have to go to bed, or class will eat me alive tomorrow. So g'night.
The bad was that I played
2dlife tonight at Literati, and lost by margins of 100, 150, and 180 respectively. Could not get anything to work at all, while he found bingo after bingo after bingo. The worse was that I had a dentist's appointment today, and althoughI received an e-mail about it, and confirmed it because I didn't have class today until six, I managed to reprise my role as the Man Who Remembers Nothing Important and forgot about it until someone called and asked why I wasn't there. The frustration that I feel right about now is not properly expressable in words, but if I had to try, it would be a howl of incoherent rage followed by the smashing of everything around, breakable or not. This would continue in a frenzy until either the entire room had been pulled down around me or the only things left to break would break me instead. It's a Bruce Banner type of angry, and it doesn't help that
annaonthemoon keeps getting needlessly frustrated at the imperfect workings of her Internet connection. We all need to chill out, I'm sure, and in the grand scheme of things, it's probably pointless, but it makes me feel so stupid to have forgotten something like that.Moral of the story is, don't trust me with anything important. I'll forget it until after I needed it. If you remember, tell me to write it down and your odds improve a little bit that I might remember it. Still, I'm not the dependable person when it comes to remembering things. Just don't do it. Honestly. You'll save yourself aggravation later.
Old books time - How it works... the computer! Take a jaunt down memory lane to the days of big whirring tapes-spinning stuff.
For a decentralized, cell-based organization, according to this blogger's count, there's an awful lot of #2s of Al Qaeda in Iraq. Justification for keeping the terror alert on yellow permanently? Although, the constant fearfearfear atmosphere has led to creative talent remixing old war propaganda posters and bringing them in line with the current day.
Perhaps bringing us closer to a world where the BSOD is common even in military ventures, Microsoft makes a foray into robotics.
A warning that putting too much of oneself's real life online may not be safe - Google's Calendar used in conjunction with other things to identify a person. What I want to know is why the default options to all of these things seem to be set to "Sure! Share all of this with the whole world!" Although, I suppose, considering the trail I've blazed on the Internet for these many years, someone could probably find me as well, and I'm not actively trying to put my sensitive details out. (In my defence, I hope that much or most of my personal data has been placed out by others and I don't have access controls over it to delete it.) I'm just miffed that the default options are "share", rather than "not share".
Not very related to George Carlin, perhaps more to David Letterman than anything, the seven types of Web Searchers. Classifications for all!
Anyway, while still frustrated at myself, I have to go to bed, or class will eat me alive tomorrow. So g'night.
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Date: 2006-09-06 11:23 am (UTC)also, 3pm field hockey game. told you it would get ljed so we don't forget.
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