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Sometimes, you see the old you in a new place; in particular, I see my old writing style, and specifically the things that I write about, turning up in the second pea down the pod. In light of the recent discovery that my updates have become rather impersonal and, barring the off chance that you actually want to learn, useless, I've decided to stretch the boundaries of my style by writing 3 different updates in three different styles. If there were more examples, perhaps I'd add a fourth and fifth as well.

Begin Style 1: My own.

Slashdot ran a story today about a ficticious $2.3 settlement that Sony had to pay Nintendo for the name "playstation". I was pretty surprised when I heard it, and I must say that I didn't think it was a hoax at first, although it did strike me as odd that I had never heard of such a suit.

Some hisnapic guy has been sued and taken to court over violation on what I can only assume to be some sort of nondisclosure agreement. Its a reason that I tread lightly when mentioned my place of work on my website. Regardless of how little people read it, its up there for the world to see, and if theres something I'd rather not have come back to me, bad things certainly qualify.

South Korea's new president rode a wave of anti-united states sentiment into office, fueled by the Korean public's wish to make peace with the north and end this whole silly thing. He is quoted as saying:

"I will do my best to ease the tension on the Korean peninsula"

While I wish the best for Mr. Roh Moo-Hyun, I can't help but insert my opinion that the state of affairs in that part of the world is now unstable or at least un-predictable. He's on the right track, though, criticizing washington. Or at least, he knows how to play the game of politic.

Yesterday's Star Ledger, a quality newspaper for the low cost of only 35 cents, featured full color photographs of models for buildings and other feats of art and architecture that will, perhaps, replace the barren and sullen ground zero. The models will be on display in the Winter Garden Atrium, downtown near ground zero, from the 19th of December to the 3rd of February, although at what times and which days inbetween I am as of yet unsure. However, I'm very interested in organizing some sort of outing; perhaps we can hit the atrium and then swing by the UNSCOM cinema. Either way, it should be culture expansion day number 2 of the year.

In other war-like news that stirrs up fears and memories of death, It looks like the good ole boys of England are going to back "us" in the war against sanity in Iraq. Blair is quoted as saying "We should never undertake conflict unless we have exhausted all other possibilities": in my opinion, Iraq allowing UN weapons inspectors back in and the 12000 page report that they gave the international community was not their way of flipping the bird to the silly geezas. But maybe I'm just spittin.

In a strange bit of news, a doctor was able to remove a man's liver, irradiate it, destroy its cancerous cellular inhabitants and then put it back in the afore mentioned man without, well, killing him. In fact, it cured his cancer. Immagine the possibilities with other organs that are prone to cancer but are not, in the surgical environment, entirely necessary for immediate survival.

Begin style 2: Arsjerm (me of past)

As I promised no need to mention it, it being some sort of deed perpetrated by jerm on a certain member of the opposite sex, I wont, but for that short nondescript snippet. If you want to know what it is I speak of, visit anyone.

This past week has been a good one, filled with new faces and new places. I must say that I find the faces and places alike fairly pleasing, and far be it from me to neglect mentioning that the personalities behind these new people are also pretty damned cool. That having been said, ole room 3 has been bustling with activity and people, both of which are things that room 3 should bustle with. The past semester has been a slow time for room 3, even though at many points it was the place to be.

Although checking my grades is not something that I am in the mood to do at any point in time after any semester, its something that I do anyway, and it is with great disgust that I bring to you news of the absense of any grades on my fall 2002 transcript as of 10:44, December 20 2002.

The proposed world trade center towers v. 2 look pretty nice, especially the one that features a 1700 foot (the previous taller tower was 1340) triangular open air atrium that converges at the top to a needle, piercing the sky like some Babylonian tower. I don't really understand the plan that features two 1000 foot tall pound signs, but then again I don't understand the stupid people who designed it, so I guess it goes hand in hand. A visit to that would be a nice cap to a semester filled with growth and goodness.

What ever happened to PT? I'm not sure myself; apparently my last day is today, but this belies the fact that I haven't gone since last wednesday. After a few sleep and finals induced missed appointments marred my otherwise flawless schedule, I couldn't work the courage to return and be serviced. It was good while it lasted, anyhow, and I've got a good idea what I have to do to recover further. In other "knee" news, I was able to jog at a reasonable pace for about 20 - 30 steps for the first time since September the other day. In no time, I should be able to excersize. That'l be something else.

Style 3: Omlette

Jean Luc has risen in coolness stature, despite certain personal setbacks that, out of respect and the fact that he makes open, light self mockery of the situation, i will leave to his page and the pages of bastards.

I've slown down in my speedy conversion to php, mostly because I'm lazy, but partly because I've been rethinking on how I want to do the backend. I'm starting to entertain the dangerous idea of using some manner of sql.

Exmore did something, but who the hell cares?

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--start dreams-- Grace killed Jerm and Pichu, then went to Hawaii with christian and lived happily ever after. I witnessed the events from my lunar base through a powerful telescope that incorperated some sort of laser technology. --end dreams--

Woke up at 7:30, courtesy, and I do mean this out of respect, of Christian's alarm clock.

Well, nothing else happened today, lets go back to yesterday. I woke up at 6:30, and did a quick mental overview of what the days events would entail. Went to work after a little TFC at 9:00, took lunch at 12:00, returned at 12:30 and then headed over to amit's tech room around 3:00 to help him move and chill.

Wendy arrived at around 3:45, and jerm stopped by shortly thereafter. We carried amit's shit downstairs, and then, upon arrival to his house 14 seconds later, into one of many shopping carts and up the elevator to his spacious 12th floor appartment. No shoes on the rug, mind you.

Came back to the house, had Chinese with jolo and the previous crew, and chilled out for a while. Everyone left, and I watched the daily show and tough crowd (both very good episodes), and then went to sleep.

This took far too long; I'm going to stick to my own style from now on. I'm thinking of calling up some old contacts and see how they did on their finals. Jerm is moving in "today", or sometime. Oh yeah; to Jean Luc, since you love content; I registered a domain early this morning. This site will be moving there shortly. I know the domain, and you don't.