Maybe... Maybe stressing out and worrying isn't the best thing to do. Maybe. Just maybe. Time to, uhh, let it flow, yeah?
Yeah... Fun or unfun New Years, it just is. Happy New Years.
The fire to be, it wanes... Hopefully, a step back on campus will reignite my flame for living. You know, kinda like I'm being retarded temporarily... May time not defeat another one of my passions... Or any of them.
I want to learn what swarm intelligence is. From what I gather, it's the behavior (or whatever intelligence is) that arises from a group of otherwise seperate, "dumb" entities. Emergent behavior is, I think, an accompanying buzzword. Swarm intelligence for Kazaa might be like duds don't get any play and chart toppers get duplicated many, many times, which is true. Swarm intelligence... It must follow a synergetic effect, where the sum of the whole is greater than its parts... Like, all the parts acting as one.
Eh, I know. This swarm intelligence thing came out of P2P networks and the rise of blogging. Something about people and community building... How dost the hive thinketh? The hive. The swarm. The cluster. The scourge. Alliance, brood, horde... All good Warcraft words. By the way, Warcraft is a campaign short of Lordoftheringscraft... And yes, you can play as the High Elves. All ya gotta do is possess a Peasant...
If you listen to Dirty Pop hard enough, it's like they're saying Christmas Beats instead of This Must Be. Like how Contigo sounds like Home Depot. If I could go, to Home Depot...
Fusion. It's what you call weird music when you don't know by what genre to call it. So, I have a little timestamp to help me out with this one... 19:43 12/23/2002 I had the Punk cover of Mr. Sandman playing on Winamp, and at the same time by accident, Don't Drink the Water by Dave Matthews on Kazaa. The scary part? They actually went together. The timing was perfect. I thought it was symphonic. I thought it was synergy. I thought it was fusion... And that's that.
I wonder how much effort it takes to rerelease (reissue?) a console game... with improvements. You know, do all the things that the reviews told you to do? Cuz, I don't understand how people can live with "failures" like that... Maybe I'm thinking too much like software design, where a flaw is only a code change and recompile away. Issuing a master disc requires so much attention to detail, or at least it should. Maybe that's why I'm so angry at sucky things. Or things with bugs. Why? They will have those bugs forever until reissue. And reissuing products of any kind doesn't happen that often... Bleh. Stupid games.
I dig the drawing style of Yoshi's Island, you know, where everything looks like it was colored by a kid. But to master a second level drawing style would imply that I already know how to draw stuff to begin with... Bah, semantics...
Warcraft III and Vagrant Story rock. And Final Fantasy Tactics too. I mean, what better way to show off cinematics in a game than to use the game's own live engine? I mean, CG is good and everything, but it's a sharp departure from the game's normal atmosphere. Seamless is better.
Some random dictionary on the net told me that by the bye and by the bye are the same thing and are used to denote digression... Finally, I am at peace.
What does it mean when you listen to a solid dance song (LFO's Can't Have You) and all you can think about is making DDR steps...
Ahh, the G4 channel... The only Comcast tasty alternative to the TechTV channel...
You know that Gap commercial? The one where the girls are pulling down that one pair of pants and sharing it? Yeah, the one where the stupid black girl showed her face (stupid because she showed her faced, not because she was black)... That music, in its slightly purified form, is also the background music for Intel's new commercials. And apparently Intel's new marketing blitz is one word. Yes. See? It worked already. I'm spreading the shzt around like a virus. Meh. It's just weird how I see/hear that Intel commercial and all I can think about is the Gap commercial. Rare/unique songs paired with advertisements makes for a good marketing ploy. Like... that car song. The Mr. Vegas one. Ha, I can't even remember the car company. Hyundai? Anyway, everyone will recognize the Apple Switch theme. You have too. It just is. (By the way, isn't that like a sin in some circles? Stealing someone else's song?)
Magalenha by Sergio Mendes
Vem Magalenha rojão, traz a lenha pro fogão, vem fazer armação.
Hoje é um dia de sol, alegria de coió, é curtir o verão.
(Women)…same as above..
Vem Magalenha rojão, traz a lenha pro fogão, vem fazer armação.
Hoje é um dia de sol, alegria de coió, é curtir o verão.
Te te te te te te
te te te te te te
te te te te te te
Vem Magalenha rojão, traz a senha pro fogão.. te te te coração.
Hoje é um dia de sol, alegria de xodó, meu dever de verão.
(Women)… same as above..
Vem Magalenha rojão, traz a senha pro fogão.. te te te coração.
Hoje é um dia de sol, alegria de xodó, meu dever de verão.
Te te te te te te
te te te te te te
te te te te te te
te te te te te te
O calango longo, do calango da pretinha, to cantando essa modinha pra senhora se lembrar,
daquele tempo que vivia lá na roça com uma filha na barriga e outra filha pra cria.
(Women).. same above
Calango longo, do calango da pretinha, to cantando essa modinha pra senhora se lembrar,
daquele tempo que vivia lá na roça com uma filha na barriga e outra filha pra cria.
Calango longo, do calango da pretinha, to cantando essa modinha pra senhora se lembrar,
daquele tempo que vivia lá na roça com uma filha na barriga e outra filha pra cria.
Te te te te te te
te te te te te te
te te te te te te
Vem Magalenha rojão, traz a senha pro fogão.. te te te coração.
Hoje é um dia de sol, alegria de xodó, meu dever de verão.
(Women)… same as above..
Vem magalenha rojão, traz a senha pro fogão.. te te te coração.
Hoje é um dia de sol, alegria de xodó, meu dever de verão.
Te te te te te te
te te te te te te
te te te te te te
---
Magalenha Comes Magalenha rocket, brings to firewood for stove, comes do framework.
Today it is a day of sun, joy of coió, is enjoy the summer.
(Women)…same the above.
It comes Magalenha rocket, brings to firewood for stove, comes do framework.
Today it is a day of sun, joy of coió, is enjoy the summer.
Comes Magalenha rocket, brings to sign for stove.. you you you heart.
Today it is a day of sun, joy of xodó, mine must of summer.
(Women)… same the above.
Comes Magalenha rocket, brings to sign for stove.. you you you heart.
Today it is a day of sun, joy of xodó, mine must of summer.
You you you you you you you you
you you you you you you you you
you you you you you you you you
THE calango long, of the calango from the pretinha, I have singing that little fashion pra lady herself remember,
of that time that he lived there in the country with a son in the belly and another one son pra creates.
(Women).. same above
Calango long, of the calango from the pretinha, I have singing that little fashion pra lady herself remember,
of that time that he lived there in the country with a son in the belly and another one son pra creates.
Calango long, of the calango from the pretinha, I have singing that little fashion pra lady herself remember,
of that time that he lived there in the country with a son in the belly and another one son pra creates.
He comes Magalenha rocket, he brings to sign for stove.. you you you heart.
Today he is a day of sun, joy of xodó, mine he must of summer.
He comes magalenha rocket, he brings to sign for stove.. you you you heart.
Today he is a day of sun, joy of xodó, mine he must of summer.
Schway indeed that my hover link color is a lighter, hotter version of the base link color.
Mike P. always used to say "baby licker". What is a baby licker anyway?
Yeah, I was just joshin' with that whole baby licker thing... I mean, it's true and he did say that, but the first thing that comes up is a chat conversation involving a guy named Mike. The e-mail addy at the bottom leads me to believe his last name is Jennings, where Jennings doesn't start with a P. But the mere fact that both Mikes mention baby licker is kinda scary.
Both of them. I think it became a TagTeam discussion as Wonderboy walked by... What Would Jesus Do? A phrase taken a bit too literally sometimes... Anyway, an answer given was FAMILY, Forget About Me, I Love You. Yeah, yeah, kinda corny...
Random thought... Hmm, I know this is gonna be really bad... Probably something I might regret in a while. But I know whatever I type next will be indexed forever.. Ehh we can do this without names. Anyway, whenever I wash my hands, I think of this one kid from elementary school. It was like, this one time I saw him wash his hands and I was like oh. This is one of those permanent links like if I watch The Professional, I think of playing Mega Man XN or when I play Sim City, I think of my green TV and Salute Your Shorts. ThisKid, btw, was the same one who I chased around the schoolyard when he told everyone I got a B on my report card. Clue hint hint if that's any consolation to anyone in the know, namely myself. Uhh, so much for getting a B if getting an F in college is so EEEEzay... E. E is for effort. F is for fantastic.
This is the unhappiest time-to-crossover Christmas I've ever had... Yippie-fuckin'-yay... Ugh. It's so much easier being bitter and unhappy than super happy. Grr... What is there to look forward to...
I think Rei was trying to tell me something important one day... Blah, I don't remember. The one thing I do remember (or are fabricating) is the phrase "This, That, and The Other Thing". Like, Mark, you can't argue with people spouting This, That, and The Other Thing without listening to their opinion first. Yes... Merry Christmas indeed. NOT. BAH HUMBUG... Blarg blarg blarg... You see, I'd rather have a super bitter Christmas and be delighted at all the commercialism and little Christmasnessosities, rather than trying to make some super PC production out of nothing. NOTHING I tell you. Nothing.
I feel like working on a frequency algorithm... I mean, what's the point of an agent running if there's nothing to check? The frequency of checking up on something should be somewhat proportional to the times something actually does happen. If I get e-mail just about once a week, then I'm pretty sure my e-mail checking agent should check for e-mail at some frequency a little bit less than a week (to pre-empt the event, obviously). The frequency has to shoot up when something happens in the recent past, but otherwise it should learn from event history... Cuz pinging a resource every two seconds is like futile. But I guess, for immediancy's sake (is that a word?), that will have to be it... Kinda sucks.
Oh, anyway, the thing that I wanted to make was something to synchronize bookmarks between Internet Explorer and Mozilla... I'm sure something like this exists, but I just wish all good things would come in a nice well-formed Microsoft-based package. Fuck that shoddy Visual Basic shit.
So, usability laws dictate that the closer something is to the mouse, the more utility it has. Also, by the user's actions, the more oft-used something is, the more utility it has. Putting two and two together, we derive that the most oft-used and closest objects to the mouse have the most utility. Fantastic. So, why is it that when the start menu is accessed by the mouse, the most important programs are put at the top, farthest away from the mouse? I dunno, it's just one isolated principle to think about. I mean, sure, it definitely appeals to the whole top-down priority paradigm, but I'm just saying. Maybe a circular menu on right-click would be more interesting/effective... And this menu, it doesn't do much for muscle memory since programs keep moving. I think the algorithm should be like none of the items actually move up and down the list by priority. They should just be there or not be there, filling in whatever slot was available. Taking away this concept of priority will just make it a list of programs that were recently used. The sucky part is that the menu size is configurable, lending itself to that need of where stuff is... Eh, so much to think about... To save state or not to save state... What an interesting concept, or at least I think so.
I saw Two Towers yesterday. It was pretty good. The funniest parts, however, where the "moments" between Frodo and Sam and/or Marry and Pippin. It just reeks of homosexual undertones, hence the desperate need for Lord of the Rings slash. No, I'm not going to look it up, I'm just saying. (By the way, I had a random thought during the movie. Townsend and Samwise are pretty cool names...) Hmm I feel like imitation the voice of Gollum... He tricks us... Whatever. When Frodo and Sam had their moment near the end of the movie, people where snickering a little. I snickered twice. A lot.
I'm not quite to sure what this essay is supposed to be but let's do a little math... You have a SafeZone and a, uhh... Well, not really an UnsafeZone but an ExtraZone. The SafeZone is where you do what you do everyday without any qualms or fears. The ExtraZone is where you do crazy shit and possibly expand the realms of your zones. The ExtraZone is where crazy insane artistic people hangout. People who are boring and dull live in the SafeZone. So, to life a life purely of practicality and safety is to be close-minded in a way, never really wanting to step out an take the risk. The result? A zero-to-slow rate of adoption for things that are crazy radical. Do yourself a favor and dip into the Extra every once in a while. Do what you want to do in addition to what you should already be doing. Live.
Shake it if you can... Isn't that the start of some cheesy children's song? I dunno. I can't remember. Anyway, here's a thing you learn in the Honors College. If the printer is low on toner, shake the cartridge! Somehow, low on toner means there will be a misprinted strip in your documents. Shake the cartridge and I think the remaining ink, however little of it there is, gets spread across the whole thing. Ingenious to whoever did it. I was about to be a little Lab Monitor dick and be all, "Excuse me, Sir (ma'am), you can't touch that printer... I'm the duty on monitor blah blah must file a report blah blah blah..." Damn, he woulda kicked my ass if I said that. Good thing I exercised a little restraint. Or laziness. Either one. Both good. Both favorite.
I hate how the world is so two-faced... How I can't decide on what to do and how bad I am at stuff.
I'm not talking about the good, morals-inducing one. The big, bad, evil one I say. They're watching. They're always watching... And I know! My blacklisting proves it! I mean, damn, black listing my MAC address... For a little porn... Hehehe... Bad Mark, bad... I know. But. I'm just saying. Shit. A vice. I'm human. But I'm also computer-savvy! (Thank God for computer savvy friends...) Byte this, fuckerz... LU53RZ...
::walking in to the domain of the computer gods:: Dude, you're owned. ::thinking, wtf? that must be the cause of my computer problems! the gods are playing tricks on me!:: Look down. ::not realizing I have a "property of NJIT shirt":: Oh... Crapper.
It was pretty funny to think I got owned. Heh.
This reminds me of how silly Super Mario is... I mean, seriously, magic mushrooms? Magic like... The drug. So, maybe him getting bigger isn't a sign that mushrooms are healthy for you, rather, Mario is tripping out! The world is just going kooky. And, did you ever think that Goombas were mutant mushrooms? Nope, never occurred to me. It might very well be one of those things you never thought about until someone brings it up... Werd. Oh and uhh someone brought this joke to me... Isn't it funny how Mario is an Italian running around trying to bash goombas? Heh, yeah, it's supposed to be funny since goomba is a derogatory slang for an Italian. I've never heard that before but okay... More lame than Franklin Roosevelt's legs... Heh, that's funny because it isn't. Oh and you shouldn't waste food, because there are kids in Somalia. // But there are kids everywhere!
Feral Glyph. (Blogging about Googlewhacks essentially destroys them... Funny... It's like silence. Once you talk about it, it's gone.)
Start with a really shitty party of 4444 maybe (that's four Black Belts)... Then have 8 variations, a plus and minus for each member of the party. That essentially adds and substracts a physical or minus point on the spectrum of party characters. Then from that test and mutate again. The success of a given party can be measured by the time it takes to complete the game. That's the primary factor, among others, like the length of the battle, money spent, time leveling up, etc. At that point, I mentioned in my notes the use of the words secondary, tertiary, quaternary, and quintessential...
Testing and mutating from a certain point may contain implied ruts. Like four White Mages any any variation thereof might not do so well. It's like local extrema on the graph. Where did i see that before? A genetic equation being focused upon with one global answer but several local extrema that doubled as "answers" while the experiement was running... Hot shit, ferreal...
I learned a word. To yack is to puke, apparently. Like whammo, a night of drinking. Dude, where'd you yack? Heh, uh, eww... YACK!!!
Whenever I think of artificial intelligence and humans merging, I think the Zero System from Gundam Wing. It's like... Humans are good at large, lofty, creative things that computers can't calculate. Computers are good at precision and all that minute bullshit humans wish they couldn't care about. So, why don't we try meeting somewhere in the middle, where the human is still in control but uses the computer as a means to execute the Big Things, since Big Things are just sets of Smaller Things. It's like... The Dance of the Mobile Dolls. If I said Rush This Base, then the computer can go ahead and do that. But if I said Rush This Base from Three Equilateral Angles, the computer already knows that 60 degrees and can move the Dolls around appropriately. Why do I have to man all the dolls consciously when I can just think of a Higher Order and have the computer execute in parallel... I dunno, that's just me. That's what I keep thinking for things like Warcraft and Starcraft. The computer can only do so much... But if I said Be Extreme and Build Towers, the computer doesn't normally do that. It can though. It can and it can be better than you. But it isn't. If only we met half way... I mean, sure, that might defeat the whole actually playing Warcraft thing but that's the price you pay for progress. Let us all progress and find bigger and greater things to worry about.
This article on the future of computer interfaces was kinda eh... Nothing struck me as super important except for the phrase, "Rather than requiring that the human adapt to the computer, the computer must be geared to what is appropriate to humans." Exactly... That's why (as some Slashdotter pointed out) Graffiti on a Palm is a sucky, sucky thing. That imposes, on the user, learning a new alphabet. Bollocks.
Ever see that cool, spinning thingy at the bottom of a web page? Yup... It's such an awesome and awesome looking tool. I love the way the plus sign seamlessly changes into a minus sign. It's so shiny...
- Microsoft: embrace, extend, and exterminate everything
- Apple: everything must be usable
- Macromedia: everything is a vector
- Adobe: everything is a pixel
I can feel it. Windows 3.1 was an era. Windows 95 broke past that era and created a new arena. Windows 98 raised the bar and put 95 to shame. 95 can't do a lot of 98 goodness... Now, Win9x and WinNT, as an entire series, have been superceeded by Windows XP. All goes well. Longhorn, Microsoft's new weapon, will lay the smackdown to XP just as 98 did to 95. XP is starting to feel obsolete. You won't know it, but that's the way it is. Long live Longhorn.
Reading up on Utilitarianism (for all that site is worth), some of it came off as crap, using the word evil and the like... Alright maybe that's my poor reading comprehension skills speaking but that's okay for now. What I wanted to say is something about trust... Trust. It's a huge, hard-to-execute idea. That is, to work for oneself maximizes all for your pleasure and nothing for the utility of the society. To work selflessly and for others weakens and essentially eliminates self, and spreads out your energies. You've served the many, the results are neglegible, and you are tired and dead. But to trust, trust in that someone else (the other two in a world of three) who will stand by you and act equally self-less... To serve you, to make you happy, and to fulfill the happiness you've lost... That's trust. To act completely selfless to the point of expecting (but not exercising a failure to see) trust extended unto you. That's deep shit. Scratch my back, I'll scratch yours, basically.
Why did that sudden moment of idle time feel so painful...
I don't understand why I treat groups of people differently. It basically comes down to my family, my friends, and then the Them, the Awesome Them. I... I treat the Them like gods. I treat Them (and capitalize Them) the way people should be treated. As it should be. And then I have some of my friends who I feel aren't quite at level with me... It's odd. Why do I have to treat my friends differently from Them? Don't my friends merit the same type of treatment? Of course, yes. But for some reason it doesn't come out that way. And I always think it's about my reception of their actions. The They treat me one way, I treat Them with an awesome standard back. My friends treat my another way (not necessarily bad, but just different conduct) and I extend my own, similar courtesy although not quiet at par with the Them style. That sucks. And especially with my parents. The Them has taught me to exercise respect throughout all that I do but I don't give my parents nearly as much as they should receive. But I blame that on reception too. Maybe my parents are doing so many non-They things that I just can't be the Good Child. I'm the Ungrateful Son. And my relatives are in-house as well. My behavior must reflect so badly upon me and my parents. That's retarded. The They has also taught me to suck it up and extend respect always. I even try doing that to my parents but sometimes I just snap back at them. And they snap at me. And so forth. I can't suck it up because it just keeps happening. It... I blame it on reception. I just can't naturally do it. I try... Sometimes. But... It just isn't all there. It's a group thing. It's sucks that I basically have to work on this by myself... Why can't the whole world be as chill as They are... Is the They the ultimate display of bonding and respect? Or is my view of reality completely warped? I dunno...
Oh by the way I did have the passing thought of ignoring roles and treating people as members of the Them but it just turns out they never fit the roll... People always commit to things that the They would never do. Or at least I think so...
Christmas-induced effort can go bite me.
It's such a hot song. But of course, I only think of the one Corleone when I hear it. Why? Cuz he da man. Anyway, I'm still "never letting go" of lots of things... Thinking is fun. Thinking about the idea of fun, and unfun. Fun: dancing, hot Asian girls from AC, hanging out somewhere I'd like to be for the rest of my life. Unfun: Being people irresponsible, people not extending the true and proper respect deserved, people being incoherent, not being able to dance, making the temple walls nasty as shit... Never letting go indeed. For better or for worse. And that's the tao of it all. Which makes perfect sense. And I feel so much better now.
Shit, I just remembered the one downer comment I meant to write about... Yeah, 3/4 will always seem like a shitty record. And what am I to think other than it's all my fault, and it is. Hmm... A learning lesson. That's all it has to be.
Yo, I hate rolling with different crews. It's so fuckin annoying when two social circles exist in the same physical area, pitting me at odds. I mean, it should be more like yippie fantastic I'm so goddamn popular. But it's not. And I feel like I'm getting guff. What the hell is that. Yo, fuck you. If you freakin don't want my company next time, tell me so I can concentrate more time on hanging out with people who don't give a crap and just enjoy my presence. Freakin, what kind of friends are all needy and like, you're drifting. I'll drift when I want to, go worry about yourself. Damn, I think I was so much better off being antisocial. Antisocials always look out for themselves. Aight. =) Haha, just kidding. But I'm just saying. Don't hate. Go get a buddy. Or a blow up doll. Your mom. Your face.
You know what? Last night was a lot of fun. That and a barrel of something bordering unfun, which is stupid and silly. But then again, so were the people, stupid and silly, something I personally don't need.
Anyway. What was I told. Keep your mouth shut. And if you listen hard enough, I mean really listen, what did that say? People are my teachers. And in order to be taught, there has to be a blank slate. And this Slate Boy can't go running around saying he knows everything. Because if he did, there would be no purpose being there and no purpose being taught. What a waste of time. So I gotta sit down, think for a little bit, not say anything, and listen. I mean, is it so hard to ask to just wait your goddamn turn to talk? Just wait. Don't say anything. You'll get your time. They promise. Just don't. Say. Anything.
Keep your mouth shut.
I wish. But that's happily looking forward. It's just funny to say. Like... Yar... Let's go to the buff, yar...
I just "studied" for two hours staring at HALF of a lesson for an eight chapter test. Unbe-freakin-lievable... Ever hear that advice that you're supposed to study like two hours for every one hour in class? Uhh, yeah, that's like... Not... Happening. It didn't happen. It should. There's no more 2^N hours left to study before the final. I'm dead! Woo!
Random... More like late... Anyway, I remember when I was a senior, there was an art gallery presented by the sophomore visual class. Pretty good. At the same time, the senior class admired the work of Leah, this super gifted girl who went to the Rhode Island School of Design. Or something. Go Leah. Anyway, apparently this sophomore visual class doubled as the Leah fan club. They worshipped her. They said they would never be as good as her. And the sad part is, maybe it's true in a way. Leah was special. Leah was diesel. She could do it all. Her portfolio looked really shiny to us mortals. And she's kinda cute. But I digress... She had a fan club. It's an amazing thing to be a person with a fan or even fan club.
A new daily installment perhaps... Stat Watch is where I learn how to procrastinate summore, daily, and keep tabs on what people want me to write about, apparently. So here we go.
1: feng shui matrix family
Umm, well, I do dig feng shui. But by matrix, is that like the movie? Or something else? And what family? Feng shui for the family? A matrix (table) of feng shui properties for the family?
1: funny lacrosse facts
I don't know any funny lacrosse facts, sorry...
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Wow... I so don't feel like doing this right now... It should be automated. Yes. Automated.
This is cool, but the way I learned it was to reduce the level of said pixels (or any similar pattern, particularly a 1x2 black on white) from 1 to .4.
By the way, my current roommate (hopefully to swap and become a better man) is a little punk bitch. He starts using my computer while I'm away, claiming the need to turn down the sounds for the (soft quote) "fuckin' annoying AIM sounds"... Whatever. He left his computer on. And he's chatting. What a punk bitch. I no punk bitch. You punk bitch, Bitch. I was raised on the dairy, bitch.
Bollocks! This whole NotBeingGreek thing is totally bugging me out... Every time I see someone that's newly Greek, I'm like, "Congratulations." And you know what, that's just BitterMark channeling his energies elsewhere. I'm super. I'm super duper bitter. Or something. I want it. I want it bad. But I know I'm still acting very much like a child. And that in itself makes me not ready. But I know I'm right. I'm right in that I know the RightAnswer. The RightAnswer is to suck it up and just do whatever I need to do... No use worrying. But still. It's like everybody and their mother is Greek. And not everybody exercises the same levels of Greekdom. So it's like a bunch of dummies are Greek... Seems unfair. But the CorrectAnswer here is that's them and not, uhh, "us" ... True. But still. But but but. DEFENSE. I have to treat this with an air of seriosity... It requires it. It demands it. I demand it! Dammit. For the sake of what I'm trying to achieve, I'll try to be better about it. But I'm just saying. Silliness. It's like I'm the only person on Earth who failed. I actually failed at something that struck me at the core. That's not right. It really isn't. Or maybe it can be one of those awesome come-back stories where the retarded caterpillar matures. I'm not maturing yet. It sucks. I want to mature. Right now. I want an Oompa Loompa right now. I swear, I have to be hella-enlighted one day for all this sourness to be worth it... I mean, we've already reached or at least acknowledged the helpful educational part of it. But now I want the shininess. I want the frosting. I want the official seal. But... Is that already a problem? Something I want? Somehow that's right. More of, it isn't. But true, I want it. But what the hell, who's in a position to be like, hey, ya want me? That's what rush is for, I guess. I guess... Whatever. Rush means awesome people and free food. The rest... Is just frosting. Like a whole lot of things in life... Time to be a reductionist. Not much in life actually matters... It's like a mondo exercise in futility... But why go out boring when you can go out boring, together... It makes so much sense. I'll show ya. One day.
i'm out like this and i'm away like whoa, hittin up van houten stacks left right ay yo // kick the frog walk the dog need the flavor see ya later, prime time hazell style play the movie got the kicks, gds credit at zero head it, buff crazy monkey style gotta eat at six
I wanna do something. I wanna be somebody. I wanna go somewhere. I better wake up and pay attention...
At some point in time, I had a dream about Bergen County Chorus... See? This is what I get for not logging my dreams immediately. What the hell... What suckiness. I love reading about my dreams... Anyway, here go some random, random thoughts from Cognitive Science. Why? Because I'm telling myself that recopying or reviewing my notes is a good thing, and it's a nice, long, elaborate way to procrastinate.
What is so special about being a child? Why are children so pure and innocent? Aren't there some situations where adults dwell on things too much and stress out while children see the little, simple things? I dunno, something like that... A counter argument would be the need for sophistication when it comes to some of life's problems. But nobody ever said sophitication had to be complex and unwieldly... So, true.
Word of the moment? Tacit. Tacit means expressed without speech. That came from the Latin word tacitus, which was the name of a classmate of mine in middle school... Middle school. Roy W. Brown. Phenomenon of Language, or Phenom or Phen-Lang to those in-the-know... One semester of Latin, a half semester of French, and then a half semester of Spanish. I was Octavius (with Gaius coming in a nice, close second), Christophe, and uhh... Raphael? I couldn't be Raphael. That name is way too diesel. I don't remember what my Spanish name was. Anyway, Tacitus was Michael Pantoliano. Something about dancing and kicking a frog (rana, in Latin). That kid is crazy... I think he still is. He was a funny guy, always nice to me. Something about me sticking my finger in his Ecto Cooler... Egh... Anyway, Pantoliano. He went to Bergen Catholic. Moving on a little bit more, we find out that he's some how related to Joe Pantoliano, star of the silver screen and bad-ass traiter in the Matrix. Mike makes one, Joe makes two, and Keanu makes three. I'm three degrees from Keanu Reeves and all of my NJIT buddies are four. How diesel is that? And the knowing Keanu at three/four brings a whole ring of celebrities into five/six. Amazing. Six degrees to absolutely anyone, see?
There's no such thing as time saved or time wasted. It's all in how you use it, and you're using it all the time...
The perfect XML (originally HTML) optimizer would... Remove unnecessary whitespace characters and keep track of which trailing and leading spaces actually matter. (In HTML, inline elements care about surrounding whitespace, and block elements don't.) Actually, I can't do this. I have to go back to HTML...
A different kind of HTML optimizer would... Remove optional quotation marks and closing tags. Remove HTML comments. Remove DOCTYPE tags. Remove meta tags.
Either way, any sort of optimizer should show and estimated and actual report of improvement by percentage.
I think this thought stems somewhere from the C++ FAQ... Anyway, when it comes to programming languages, there's legality and morality. Legality is what you can and cannot do. Morality is what you should and shouldn't do. Very cool. If you think about it for a while, it becomes a very deep topic, like many things. Like, just because you can do one-liners in Perl doesn't mean you should...
Kangaroos and pandas definitely make for some of the best combat-anime animals. Mmm... Animals fighting...
Apparently, the Microsoft office assistant, Clippy (and I'm assuming the entire gang of Microsoft Agents), will not be included in the new (haha, now old...) version of Microsoft Office, Office XP. What's up with that? I'm probably the only person who loves the office assistant. Sure, they may get in the way, but they move automatically and display some kind of artificial intelligence. To me, that's a fanmazingly and amtastically great tool.
Wow, that Microsoft movie of Clippit is pretty funny. And, what is Microsoft Bob, anyway? Oh well, I'd hate to see the Microsoft Agent project to be scrapped altogether. Bill, please, please, just make it unnavailable by default and keep a rogue copy of it on CD, just for me. =) Don't worry Clippit, I luv ya (Although I have to admit, Rover has to be my favorite. Dogs rule.)
According to CNET, as pointed out from Slashdot, Clippit is still there, behind the scenes, tucked away behind a little help me button. Thank God. Although I do have the feeling that office will be so user friendly I won't need Rover any more...
This is a very old thought, previously written with a now very outdated link... But that's okay. The idea is still the same. And so it goes, thanks to Apple, the society can rest easy knowing that it has grills of the same fruity colors. That's in reference to the various colors of random products nowadays, like George Forman Grills. Crazy. People like fruity colors. People like having their things personalized like that. Or at least that's what the marketing people think. Much in the same way portals and personalized electronic products have to be prefixed with My. My Book. My Tablet. My Passport.
(Hah, it sounds like some techno-geek sexual innuendo...) The whole idea of the Kazaa Participation Level is a great, great thing. It rewards those who stay on the network and share their files, and effectively limits leeches. I hate leeches. I'm a leech sometimes. But at least I share. And sharing is caring.
one, two, three and with the flow, marky mark mango style drop da beat like dis, yo // tropicana no banana tastes so good rates so good, gotta go // already late for bein the lab dude, don't gimme no attitude, then it's off to english class, feel this rap style b4 i kick u to the grass (or something)
How did anyone take a picture of me with a sour face? Uncool. Oh well, Dan's Birthday pictures. Enjoy. PS - Someone was being lazy and didn't wanna go... Bleh. On your nose. Anyway, I do remember hitting up the last few seconds of Casino Night and playing pusoy... With that girl... Somebody's sister... That's pusoy. With an O. You know.
For movie times, go to Yahoo! Movies. For information about movies, go to the Internet Movie Database.
Frankie B. says: In this game, that's a lot!
I've been Mad-enlightened, nam-sayin? What a pleasure... Really. What a shoe in. You can feel it. You can hear it. As it should be.
I'm probably the only person on Earth who thinks the lyrics to John Mayer's Comfortable are a little weird...
How cool is this? I'd totally stick my disc in a hole. That would just be weird though... It'd be super convenient. I bet the machine would get abused a lot. Like yucky stuff being stuck in there that's not supposed to be. I'm totally thinking the whole no-tray design... And what of coasters? I mean, what if I set up my CD, did my business, and blamo, it doesn't burn correctly. Should it swap out for stock CDs in the machine? That'd be pretty cool. I put in a disc and a credit card, and it just burns away. Hopefully nothing goes wrong. I wonder what I'd burn though... Singles probably. A mix CD. The way it should be. Make Your Own Now! CD! That'd be pretty phat.
I'm special because I tile paper.
Tiling paper is an awesome activity. Too bad it's processor intensive. But that's okay. It helps make fake large sheets of paper. That's why one day, I'm going to make a paper tiling program for Photoshop, with auto-detection methods of saving paper. I love paper tiling.
A very, very old thought... Oh well.
Does dreamweaver have automatic DHTML like Frontpage? Frontpage has auto collapsable lists, whoa...
Add a voice... Take away a letter... No one can ever tell me what I want.
Who is it that you can run and talk to when your confidants aren't the people you want to talk to... Well, except one person. But he's far away.
It's consuming me inside and out... How un/awesome is that...
You know what's easy (not really) to get on Kazaa? Porn. Actually, it's not easy to get. It just seems to be the most bandwidth-abusive. That's it. Pop music is really easy to obtain.
NARK NARC NARK NARC NARK!!!
Fuck you. Fuck all of you. I really, really can't stand this...
That makes two strikes. If I find another one worth freaking out about, maybe, just MAYBE I'll freak out yet again and tell somebody. Fuck you.
I can't understand you because you're groggy and English. Maybe if it was only one of the two...
Instead of weighting an AI agent in specific directions, how about just really, really large percentages... If there's a 100 HP Ogre versus a 6 HP Imp, there's only a 6% chance that they'll fight. Something like that. It's gray. It includes weird actions. That's okay.
If I can't answer What Is all the time, I don't think I should be able to continue...
Every day, I have to ask myself... What is a... What is it. What is what I want.
I'm not bitter. I'm not dwelling. I'm not stressing. I swear. It's absence is merely the most annoying feeling. I lovez ya too much.
You showed me who you are and what I can be. (I'll see in a weekend's time, for sure...) No matter what happens, you will never take that away from me, and it's up to me to do as I wish with it.
Thanks.
You know, not many things in life permeate through all aspects of life... And when that happens, what is one to do? Get caught up in the current, I guess. Feels good. Real good.
Went to see Empire with JoyJohn, the Victolees, Julie, Dan, and Carmine. Fun times. Good movie.
Joy started it. She threw a snowball at Dan and company. It shattered a bit. Dan picked up the BigChunk and threw it at us. It hit the Mongo. And it didn't break. Concussion, with brotherly love. We're sorry.
PS - Xi. It's a fantastic letter. Always will be.
Why, as self-proclaimed WebBoy, do I feel the need to not use the word Code and use the word Markup? It matters like ThisMuch, which isn't a lot.
I feel like saying something retarded like I've always been on the short end of the stick or no one's ever looked up to me... But I got a hat tip from my RA which feels really good, especially since he's a rockin' guy to begin with... And second, I found a friend... Friends... Someone that actually appreciates my company. Who was dumb enough (haha, dude, I'm just kidding) to Pull A Me and express just how diesel and important something is... Namely me. Which is refreshing. And suprising. But I think you, and hope, as always, I can only do justice in return to what you offer me.
With every waking moment that I step into the cafeteria, I tell myself, Seek and ye shall find. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. But I believe in it wholeheartedly. I enjoy finding my friends, specifically those I'd very much like to call brothers one day. I seek because I want to find. I want to find because it makes me feel good.
Dreamcatcher: I imagined that I was tricked into physically abusing one of the twin (not just anyway twins, The Twins) succubus bitches. Something her and her pre-nasty van and a romp to Sayreville with my Dad and brother... Brother cleaning a vat of water and ketchup. Evil succubus bitch.
There's not much in the world that tops brotherhood and purity of voice. My god, brotherhood is such... An awesome word. It's a diesel idea. It's the perfect idea. If I had both, I wouldn't know what to do with myself...
By the way, I think I've got life down to two huge philosophies... Somehow, I'll make it one bigger philosophy. The first is Relativity. The second is Flow.
Wowwie gee-willacker... In my three circles of "friends" ... I'm such an untrusting boy. In my three circles of friends, to each I can attribute a vice. Decadence. Something I disagree with. That's not all of who they are... And I love them anyway. But why. Why is it like that? You are who you hang out with. I roll with these people. But I'm not like that. And I can only think of one person who is as dumb as me, and I don't like that. Why aren't I hanging out with people as dumb as me... I'm a boring guy. These people spice it up maybe. Or maybe we can go into that whole spiel of MeIsBoring and all people are different and never the same. But... This vice. It links you. You're the same. I'm different. What are we anyway? Should I find vice-less people? Well... No, that's impossible. I've succumbed to a lot of things... Why is it so hard to accept their -nessosity... Their thing. Their vice. Their life. I love you anyway. For the right and wrong reasons. I'm just saying. It's... Something I don't do. I don't want to do. But I'm there with you, because we all don't need it to be together. Us first. Crutch/catalyst second.
bork bork bork, tha'ts the sound of no werk // three two one off to hazell n sum fun // eatin the din din then it's off to the hizzouse // lazyness in full effect, gotta pay the respect // extreme snowtray style, english essays due in a while // das aight, its okay, gotta hurry manz, cuz imma up up n away
when i'm not playin in the snow, i still gots some place to go, with a ball and a net and my boyz gotta set, it's the volley ball gym c, fsa style, u still wit me? // play it hard play it right gotta get it on keep it tight... 4'o clock gotta rock... payce
What do boys do in the snow? Snow board of course. Extreme style. With lunch trays and card board boxes.
Note to self: Goddamnit Self, bring a frickin' camera next time.
don't wanna go outside, it's cold, i ain't that bold, the snow's swayin // wanna eat, drop the beat, read the books, go to math, that's the class // we rock discrete style, 230 to 4, that's in a while // like a villain, chillin at hazell, peace
Eww, man, that's kinda gross.
It's supposed to be a happy day. I mean, it's snowing. I am happy. But am I doing work... That, I dunno...
I steal you (because you're cool): What's up? // Nuch. (Variant of Nothing Much)
I'm brooding again, which is rediculously unfun. You live, you learn. You listen.
I know what I'm bad at... Making idle time work to my advantage. Well, here's one to using up idle time. See ya.
Sometimes I feel like I'm the verge of a breakthru... I wonder if the philosophies of a filesystem, P2P, and EverythingAsNodes have anything to do with each other...
What part of nodes is hyper? Should nodes be all text? Should nodes have layout... Should a hyper system arise out of nowhere, or should connections be explicit?
What kind of psychological effect would there be if the TV said BANG and all you heard was poof...
"Ahr ahr ahr" ... That was my Seal of approval. Haha, I got that one...
Santa is a BadMan. He beats his wife, does radioactive experiments on deer, has a sweatshop full of kids, and is one dimensional. So I've heard.
Apparently... Out with the old, in with the Nu. It's funny, laugh.
Sometimes, life gives you a painful reminder of what you love and no longer have... Alright, fine, I use the word painful lightly but it's the only thing I could think of. Life reminds you of how you hold yourself, things you like, things you shouldn't like, who you should be, who you roll with, how they roll...
It wasn't something bad. I should have enjoyed myself. Always. I enjoy their company. But I wasn't happy. I wasn't unhappy, I just wasn't happy, which sucks.
I'll learn.
PS - JC's new single sucks... And... Need girls. Lots of girls.
Strike three, you're out.
Sorry, World.
Things that sound funny: dotcommunism.
Watch me be impossible: ever ask a question, even though you knew the answer to it already?
Now I know. That crazy Korean song is Money by Wax. Oh yes...
Apparently with time comes clarity, or some profound understanding of what you didn't understand yesterday. It's amazing. And I'm going back to answering my own questions... Talking doesn't do much.
Cognitive dissonance is cool.
Son of bitch and two halves. I can't believe I fell asleep..Fucker.
Sometimes, I just find a phrase that I like to use and I'll definitely make it fit. Like... "Take the heat." C'mon, heat is just a cool idea in itself, so taking some heat is even cooler.
Xanga's down. I laugh at all of you. Laughing.
I, too, have a best friend Adam.
Heh, it's talagang crasy.
Somewhere, at some point in time, Microsoft was pitching how cool Windows 9x+ was by saying the shutdown was faster... Something akin to pulling the plug of a radio from the socket instead of... shutting it down? Whatever.
Hi, my name is Instant. Instant Gratification. If I don't get what I want, I whine and complain.
Wow, Justified's Senorita really takes a dive in the end.... It's amazing. We order you to sing along. I hate following directions. Zip, bling!
I hate recursing Everything2. It basically just doesn't stop...