I love how we can build supercomputers to do ostencibly impossible things, like rid world poverty and beat every human at chess, but we can't design a system where it takes less than fifteen minutes on average to connect to a different wireless setting.

Two things:1.  To the AT LEAST five people who have written in their journal, in the past year ( Read more... )

I asked indigo_yaki to pick up something small and delectable while she was over in China.

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I'd loved to have said "happy Pi day!" as well, but ( Read more... )

itspaula has informed me that I've not posted in a while.
Well, I am;

- Still amazingly unhappy and trying not to show it
- Still debating leaving Rhodes for Wash U (though I should really hurry up with that, seeing as how the paperwork's all due Friday)
- Still homesick

In all, not really anything to post about.

I JUST TURNED IN MY RESUME

JUST

AND I GET BACK, AND, AND I SEE THIS HUGE GLARING TYPO ON IT

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH

Dear Christina,

Yes.  Congratulations.  You know a curseword.
NOW WOULD YOU KINDLY STOP SCREAMING IT NEEDLESSLY AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS EVERY THREE SECONDS BECAUSE OF A VIDEO. GAME.

Some of us actually have exams and papers due tomorrow.

I would actually go ask you to stop in person, but I know you would only take it as encouragement to keep ( Read more... )

I am overly disturbed by the fact that Rhodes invests in a company called "Sweetheart Plastics."

I think xanny had to read Body Ritual among the Nacirema sometime last semester or so?

-snerking- Yeah. I think she ruined it a bit for me.

(Why yes, this WAS an entirely wasteful post which only the smallest handful of people will understand.  Move along, now.)

Dear God,

Thanks.  Finding out that my grandmother has cancer and a tumor the size of a gorramn grapefruit was the best way you could have ended this craptastic day.  Except it's not over yet, so I suppose you've still got a good ten hours to screw me over some more ( Read more... )

Dear Memphis,

You know, I let you get away with your way-to-cloudy-to-see-anything-star-related stunt last night, because you downright promised me parcipitation.  I mean, one just doesn't create big scary thick clouds like that that glow ORANGE from the city lights at eight-thirty at night without there being at least a drizzle.  If I were a ( Read more... )