30 posts from April 2009

Of future and present boredoms

At work today, what a teddible day. I find out my next assignment; it is really easy. Firstly, I can't even start it proper cause I depend on other people getting finished ahead of me and they're taking their time. Secondly, the assignment will be really easy...ridic easy. And its due early August. WTH, is wrong with these people? I'll be sitting around for 2-3 months doing nothing now.


Incredibly demoralizing. I've got nothing but endless tedium and boredom to look forward to. BAH!

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Of more rushes

I'm waking at 6:30 in the am tomorr. What's up with that? So I apologize for cutting this sho

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Of rushes

Porkapolypse is now being considered for publication in teh urban dictionary. What the hell, man. urban dictionary censors submittances? That is an outrage and a half. I still think my definition will make it but it's not as fast as I expected.


In other news, did an arm-leg day at the gym and it hurts to type. Wasn't feeling that great beforehand and the best cure for the blues, besides drugs, is weightlifting. Give it a try, its the best.

I'm thinking about writing my own weekly thing. Maybe filming it. It'd be kinda like a bad video podcast, but shorter and not interesting. I need things to obsess about and I think the weekly deadline would do me well. Only problem is: what to write? I'm not nearly interesting enough and I don't lead a very exciting life. 

Stuff to keep in mind: 6502 assembler nearing completion. I thought it's taking me forever to finish but its been like a month. A month for that kind of work's nothing. I'm putting in maybe 1.5hrs a day so yeah....kinda a big deal. I had to accomplish 2 small sub-tasks today and usually I plan to do something in a day and instead it takes me 3. Well, turns out my planning was spot-on perfect. Either I'm getting better at scheduling, or less ambitious about what I want to accomplish.

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Of impending porkapolypse

I just googled that and got 3 hits, none of them relevant to the great porkapolypse of '09, which is going on right now. So for the moment, I've become a trend-setter of sorts. Task for tomorrow: enter that word into the urbandictionary to preserve my legacy for future generations.


I've had no work cause source control is borken and I can't check in what I did. So instead I've been thinking about this porkapolypse that we've got going on. You see, its just like left 4 dead: first you have a global pandemic, then people die, and finally the zombies start eating survivours. I've bee preparing for this moment for years now, with finely honed hand-eye coordination and small squad tactics, all thanks to left 4 dead. I figure about 30-60 mins to turn my house into a bunker that should repel most casual zombie swine. Perhaps double that time to withstand a full frontal assault. Those boars won't take me alive, that's for sure!

My cubie's been pretty sick and I think looking a mite bovine today; it'd be hilarious if it turned out he's one of them and ated me up. I'm totally defenseless in that stupid cubicle.

Mostly been twittering my thoughts on the day and any links I can find concerning the spread of this thing. I for one, welcome the chance to settle this with the swine once and for all. The swine shall inherit the earth. Man, I can go on for hours! 

Nobody seems to be caring about this. I don't understand it; making bad puns with pigs and zombies is ridiculously easy and a great way to pass the time. Why won't more people get on this? 

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Of better days

Today was a good day wherein I got a lot of work done, with the 6502 project, with my parents, with plantings and bbqs. But that's not what I want to talk about.


Just finished reading "Destination Void" by Frank Herbert. Of dune fame, natch! Basically, I want to say I liked the first 3-4 dune books and didn't much care for the last 3. They broke the story and it was just too much. They were written by his son and I think he took it upon himself to create a whole new ending for the series. Which, I can't believe is the ending Frank himself intended. Maybe there were not supposed to be any more books, and the son just needed the money? Who knows.

Well, DV is soo much better than Dune. The book is mindblowing. It is not an action book; it is a book of ideas. Ideas about consciousness; and what it means to be self-aware. It delved into how to define it and how to go about creating it. The physical signs of consciousness. Fascinating stuff, not the easiest reading I've done but such a total mind-fsck. 

Basically, the idea is that consciousness is both a filter and a homeostat; both a physical thing and a wave acting on a physical medium. 

The sad thing is that this book is now out of print. Its pretty hard to find online; amazon doesn't have it. But I think its extremely relevant. Some ideas in it are now known to be false, but mostly, I'd say it stands the test of time rather well. Frank approaches it from the inorganic angle, which I find double intriguing cause I don't really know wetware. 

I think this book would make a great stage play. There's only 4 actors and not a whole lot of props; it'd be perfect! I wonder if anyone's thought of adapting it for the stage. Gah, I wish I was more artistically inclined. Mayhaps for my next project I'll take a few months and maybe see if I can put something together. I've always wanted to write something important, and this seems like a fun little gig. Hmm, I wonder how you'd go about figuring out how to write screen plays? 

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Of triumphant returns

My parents are back; always a teddible day. The first day is the worst; its awkward and I don't know what to say. Obv, I want to say just how horrid a time I've had but that's not what they want to hear, so I don't say anything.


Living alone is certainly possible, but its the worst thing to be.

Its also bad cause of all the things I've screwed up. They leave me lists of stuff I should do: take out trash, etc. I can never follow the damn list and the worst of it is that I actually do try. Today, I spent a couple of hours washing the floors and vacuuming. And the house still looks like ass. Turns out I forgot to buy food and take out recyclables and paper. Dammit, I can never ever ever get anything right.

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Of friday afterns

When I got home today, I noticed how much of a mess the house is. My parents get back from vacation tomorrow which means I gotta do a lot of cleaning before then. Its such a blah! 

Didn't much feel like doing anything so I took a nap and just woke up now. Dammit!

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Of maybe adventures

As previously noted, I've found this thing in the backyard. Its a stream and it leads to an underground bridge/tunnel thingy, right under the railroad tracks. I went walking there today and its pretty neat; the road goes on for a while. I'm not sure what exactly is down there. There are warehouses nearby but I won't go there; I saw security cameras. Its some kind of truck loading area; newly built. Can't really tell where the stream goes, but its gotta go somewhere, right? Its rather large and it can't go on forever cause that area gets pretty densely built up in a couple of miles. Figure, I'll go check it out saturday. My friend's going ue for real, but I'm not sure I want to go with that group. This is kinda like ue, except safer. I'm exploring nature. There are car tracks there; I'm thinking it might be some kind of railway maintenance facility.


In other news, my tooth hurts like a mofo. Stupid filling, I think its not filling anymore. Will I really have to go get that fixed? And I accidentally spilled wax on the deck and I can't get it to come out. Parents are gonna freak. Bah, I'm falling apart. They've been gone for less than a week and I'm lost already.

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Of stuffs

The human brain is an extraordinary pattern matching machine; the last few days I see a bird staring at me in the parking lot, which I know from experience is just an empty pipe and some cement but from a certain angle, it looks just like a bird. The resemblance is uncanny.


My cubemate's still at work running a test. And I'm here sitting aroond about to watch dead like me. This right here, this is what happiness is. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise!

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Of headach-y things

Had to take off work early today to help my grandparents with some dr's appointments. Usually these things are quick but this time it took over 5 hours. I think every family is crazy and mine is no exception. I don't understand any of them.


Both have issues and neither wants anything to do with fixing them. They lie to their doctors and don't tell them their symptoms. What am I supposed to do about that? Its just making me look stupid. I've long ago resigned myself to looking stupid when I translate for them; but then again, I'm there for them, not for me.

They're probably the reason why I've no hangups about lying.

I was hoping to get back earlyish so I can go explore this thing I've found in my neighborhood. We have this stream and at some point it terminates in some kind of pipe thingy; I've not been able to get close to it to see what it is; I'm hoping its some kind of underground structure I can explore. Right on top of the embankment is the railroad tracks and the stream passes underneath it. Last time I went over there, I saw 2 kids playing in the stream and when i tried to sneak past them, they saw me and I think got scared. Since it was not my intention to scare little kids, or even be seen anywhere around them, I left. Was gonna come back again when no one was around.

Instead, I got back after 6, and had a bad headache. No work got done today. 

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