(note Heineken was the only Linux machine in our NetBSD lab. Heineken is also my 'default' beer to order at bars that don't specialize, and I've even drunk it on tap at a pub in Amsterdam while watching some footy!)
Apparently, as of late, I've been coding like a fucking madman. The sources that report this have insider information, or so the story goes.
Schizm told me today that he was going to update his site sometime over the weekend. He said that the point of updating should be to entertain. We here at Azumanga Winter highly endorse this so called entertainment, and urge anyone who might be as funny as we are to join the fun. Its almost like a webring, except we have absolutely nothing to offer except comical excerpts of eachothers highly intertwined lives.
I almost feel as though 1 update at Omlette-Soft just isn't enough to hold me over for a whole day anymore. Everyone who puts something on the web finds gratification from the fact that 1. it might be useful or 2. people are actually seeing it. I rather enjoy bullet number 2. Either way, I suspect that there might be a correlation, however loose, with the following facts: He knows the minute I update my site. My counter has been inflating by about 100 a day.
TobyIRC asked me to help him do an efnet thing with him the other day, but it was well past my bed time of 17:00. Unfortunately, I have still not responded because I am rude and/or obnoxious. I should probably tell him that I don't have the time.
This time, that I don't have, is actually quite the rarity for me now a days. I feel as though I make so much personal progress every weekend that the thought of stopping this progress, even for a trip home, is actually freightning. Its pretty easy to get the "I have a shit load of work" excuse by my parents, but I haven't been home since July 11th. That's now 2 months; and I live right across the river. Even for me, that's a long time.
Jan Schauman owns me. PJ Johnny and I went into the lab today and he was sitting there, chillin in a NUFAN sweatshirt. I did a self "Whoa, dope", and then we asked him some questions about stuff. The first one was about the fastest machine in the lab.cs system; and now I know that it is heineken. I think thats how you spell it. Then he was telling us about some new cluster that he was building; 30 1300 MHz dual proc nodes with 1 gig of memory. My response of "holy jesus" was actually just masking the "holy fucking shit" that seemed culturally innapropriate at the time. Either way, the new system (which I jointly propose being called Sapporo, or solely propose being called Super Bock) is going to kick the ass of you and all of your neighbors.
Tonights events were filled with hilarity. We had the smoker tonight, and a bunch of interesting people showed up. The mysterious "joe" whom I admire and find comraderie with showed up and was talking to all. He even stayed and did his calc4 homwework. Joe is a great guy who is smart, and I hope that he decides to pledge so that I can get to know him better.
These other two guys, I believe also another Joe and a Dan showed up. They were cool, too. I don't know if those names were right, I'm probably just going to call the one guy bitchX from now on anyway. Some brotha'z of mine that I hadn't seen in a while, Nigel ( who was looking totally maxed out tonight ) and Gilder stopped by. Catching up with events with them was a treat. Other than that, my abstinance from soda and all other forms, not exclusive to but including root beer, did not keep us from finishing the half keg that we bought and driving Phil to shave his head. My razor was used; I can only think of it as god's way of saying that poets do in fact get justice.
Tonight was great, things are getting back in the groove of being civil and nice and happy, and Jerm seems to be back to normal. Omlette updated, and although now he claims that he hates me almost as much as the next guy, you can all rest peacefully knowing that he's up, sitting at his computer, letting his knees atrophe away clicking reload on his opera window, waiting for my page to render incorrectly in its fucked up DOM.
Speaking of Omlettes knees ( no, not oh no, oh yes ), they seem to be held together with an adhesive of some type, or perhaps not even that. Perhaps he simply used those because they were a decvice that he had gotten used to during childhood. (might I add, comment number 137; its not even "leet", its just "let") Regardless, apparently a year ago, they stopped working correctly because he doesn't do anything besides sit down at a computer all day. I posed the following question: "If your knees are so f'd up, how do you bounce up and down so much when you walk?". A3K was the first one to point this out to me, although I had always noticed him having somewhat of a characteristic stride. Either way, this question has been to date left unanswered, although hilarity was provided for all involved. Speaking of hilarity,the thought of sleep is making me giddy right about now. Expect code from cs492 project 1, quite extensive at that, to be uploaded by Thursday afternoon. Booyaw, my new fighting technique is unstoppable.
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