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30 gennaio Random Thought(s) from the U (part 2)I hate the "@" key.
I'm incapable of using it during the course of normal typing
It always breaks the flow of my keystrokes, I just can't get it.
"!" is fine, I can use it well, But "@" screws me up.
Typing it twice in this post has bothered me.
And who came up with the idea in the first place?
a - t is two keystrokes, as is shift - 2
and in pen writing drawing the circle around it takes just as long as writting a "t"
I know we need a dedicated symbol for email directories but "@" is stupid
@ and I shall never get along.
Wikipedia says some guy named Ray Tomlinson started using the symbol for computer stuff back in 1972.
I hate that guy.
If I ever get a working time machine, he better have watched out.
more classes,
ttfn Random Thought(s) from the UCan you still buy Sugar Crisp cereal?
I haven't seen a commercial for it in years.
I would imagine that these days having "sugar" in the name of your breakfast product is kinda like shotting yourself in the foot.
Frosted Flakes can kinda get away with it, they put those little lables on the box that say "Source of 7 essential nutrients" and "Part of a healthy breakfast" and then maybe parents can look past it.
But these days when asking someone what they fed there kids for breakfast, they're not going to let "Sugar" be the first word outta their mouth.
Of course, Sugar Crisps are about as healthy as fruit loops or corn pops or rice krispies, but saying fruit, corn, or rice at least carries connotations of healthy eating. Sugar has gotta cause some sorta cognitive dissonance in the mind of the parent.
I've wondered this for a while but I never think to check at the supermarket.
either way, I hate that sugar bear and I'm glad to never see him these days.
For more cereal ponderings check out The Sneeze's articles breakfast sausage and cheap-ass cereals.
I gotta get to class.
ttfn 24 gennaio bLOggingz iS hARd!!!1Between writting to the Commadore, writing on the Doompire, sitting around at the pool doodling for hours at a time, and sheer laziness all my creative juices have dried up. I've been too lazy to review bus posters or make blog entries.
So I figured I'd just post the email I just wrote to the Commadore, cause it's better than nothin right?
two things to note before i do:
1. I used the word "stirfrys" and while I'm sure it will cause Ginger Kitten to cringe, i just couldn't bring myself to write "we ate many delious stirfry dishes", so as much as it causes me to cringe I'm gunna hafta agree with Baker, "stirfrys" (or possibly "stirfries") is perfectly acceptable.
2. Spell check doesn't like the word "neuroscience", It suggests that I was trying to say "psuedoscience", this makes me laugh (at Ginger).
Also, it's a long email, so you guy's (and the Commadore) better not expect anything more for the next while...
Hey Amy,
My friends birthdays were good. For one of them we ate cake and delicious stirfrys and then played board games all night, and for the other we sat around at Pizza Hut until we got into an argument about our relative body weights and had to drive to Walmart in search of a bathroom scale to settle the dispute. In case you're wondering the results were inconclusive due to poorly calibrated floor models and failed attempts at using others through their plastic packaging.
This week I was slightly more productive with my breaks between classes. I can't really work in computer labs due to the distractions of the internet. I'll start off looking up something relevant to my studies on Wikipedia then suddenly its 4 hours latter and I'm still on Wikipedia reading about lactose intolerance or the Bermuda Triangle. Most other study places I find myself starring at a wall rather than working. It's not just that I'm lazy, but I've found that I'm somehow incapable of being productive while deadlines are far off. in the past I've kept track of how many pages of a paper I write per hour at different times approaching the due date, and theres nearly an exponential increase in productivity. Furthermore, I've had proffs comment that the end of these papers are very well done though the beginnings (For which I wasn't rushed) are somewhat weak.
I am usually quite good at not procrastinating when I work in the library, however there were several occasions last semester in which I would show up at the library as they opened and not leave (aside from getting food) until they were closing, and usually this would go on for a few days in a row. and so now I can't stand that place and it is my goal to try and get through this semester without stepping foot in the library. I'm not sure if this is an attainable goal, but I'm gunna do my best to stay out as long as possible.
Once again, your research sounds really cool. I'm probably gunna be working at the agriculture research center here in in Lethbridge this summer, and it will most likely involve sorting individual kernels of grain by phenotype, standing in a field, or studying cow digestion, so I'm really quite jealous of the interesting stuff you get to do. The Canadian Center for Behavioural Neuroscience is on campus here and a friend of mine is working there. He raises rats, trains them on a water table, and then dissects their brians. I'd be jealous of him too if it weren't for the part about killing the friendly little rats you've raised.
I was glad to hear you're now flu-less, though I'm getting nervous about my own health. Over the past two weeks most of my friends have comedown with really sore throats, and people all around me in my classes haven't stopped coughing. Typically I'm one of the last people to come down with an illness, and it usually strikes me just when I think I might finally be safe...
The coughing epidemic seems to hit U of L every year around this time. I suspect it's partially due to the fact that UHall (where most of the science classes are held) has terrible ventilation, and the air just recirculates through the rooms.
I've decided living in Lethbrige has made me weak. Winters here are always very mild with it never being cold for more than a week or two before we get a chinook and the warm winds melt everything and bring temperatures to above zero. I lived in Red Deer, Alberta till I was 10, and there several straight months of -15, or -20 was the norm, and I could handle it without a second thought. But then last night I couldn't barley handle walking through half a foot of snow in -4 degrees. Whenever my tells stories of living in Sudbury and Brockville she makes winter sound like Antarctica, so I imagine my complaints sound like I'm calling an ambulance for a paper cut while you stand around with a severed arm. Nonetheless, I'm ready for January to be done.
The psychology course you talked about sounded more exciting than the ones I took. A moral question I like to ask is about people trapped in elevators , for instance, in one elevator is an old classmate you haven't seen in a few years and in another is three strangers, you can only save one elevator, which do you chose? then I'll switch it up with something like 2 children or 7 senior citizens?, 4 bank robbers or 1 nun? 3 pregnant ladies or 3 happy couples? 1 woman or 5 chimpanzees? one child with a terminal disease or a dolphin? ect. If you ask enough of these questions you can get an odd sense of the value they place on different traits and abilities. you also sometimes get into interesting discussions about how and why dolphins are riding elevators.
I've got stuff to do for school tomorrow so I should probably go now, but I hope things are going well for you.
Talk to you soon,
Nigel 07 gennaio Update from the U - Pushing the big red buttonMondays are my crappy days this semester.
I'm here from 9am till 5pm with awkward breaks between every class.
for my first break, after developmental bio, I actually managed to be productive - finishing the entire assignment for the lab I'm currently waiting for, which means I'll probably be very bored during the lab.
I'd consider skipping it, but sadly there are participation marks at stake.
For my second break, after evolution, I ate a yummy square blob of seafood stuffs, a large number of limp soggy baby carrots, and a pile of iceburg lettuce pretending it was a salad. Then, rather than reading my text book as planned, I went to the pool and doodled for an hour and a half. Yup third day of classes and I'm already to lazy to be productive.
Now I'm in my final break of the dayand I'm blogging - I'd say this doesn't bode well, but it's been pretty much the same every other semester.
Anyway, since I gave up daily updates of this blog roughly the same time I started using Facebook, you've all probably been sparred my rantings of how much I dislike that place, and since I don't have long before lab, you'll be lucky enough to escape that fate once more. Suffice to say, It was a pretty horrible place when I got there and it's only gone downhill since. I've been meaning to delete my account for some time but now the Commadore has found me there (probably since its been a week and half and I haven't replied to her email). And if I add her as a friend there, It'll lead back here, which would be bad since theres a good four posts on the front page all about her.
normally, I'd put on my frowny face delete those posts, however theres more to the problem.
My blogging skillz clearly aren't as sharp as they used to be cause I've slipped up and allowed my mommy to find this blog aswell. As far as I know, she's only gotten through the latest batch of posts, the worst she's read then is the one in which I refer to my Aunt as a squirrel on coke.
To prevent the leakage of sensitive information I found myself in the options, finger hovering over the "delete entire site" button. But as you've probably guessed, I couldn't do it.
I'm not sure why.
This blog is well past it's heyday, and I never intend to reread any of what I've written. (I've got emails I wrote in junour high saved that I've never again opened)
But I couldn't do it.
It's as if I'd somehow be failing my past selves that wrote all those entries. Like they never would have bothered if they'd known it'd all end like that, and i can't do that to those me's, I'm kinda fond of 'em.
So I haven't really decided what I'm gunna do with this place. Previously I had entertaineed the notion of fixin 'er up and getting back to regular postings, and then I hafta consider wiping it off the face of the interwebs.
As it stands I'm leaning toward saying "screw it" and not doing a damn thing.
But, if you attempt to come here late one night and the HQ is nowhere to be found. You'll know why.
And if that happens, feel free to shed a tear.
ttfn
05 gennaio What to do on a Saturday NightHere is how I decided what to do tonight, colour coded for your reading pleasure.
Go to Ezzies with Friends vs. Play Boardgame and Watch Movie with Family
I've kinda neglected my brother and should spend some time with him
I like hanging out with friends, Sarah really wants me to go
I don't like Ezzies
I can't complain about being single if I always avoid social events
(it was a year ago I asked Lisa out at Ezzies)
I'm kinda lazy, leaving the house takes work
The boardgame looks boring, the movie just bad
...but the movie has AIRSHIPS!!!
I'm definatley staying home!
no matter how bad a movie looks, airships will make me want to see it.
There are other seemingly trival things that hold unreasonabley large sway over my decision making process
For example, Monterey Jack cheese will make me order a food no matter how terrible it sounds.
I'd turn down a bacon chicken burger in favor of an eggplant and onion rye bread sandwich if the latter came with Monterey Jack.
And other things require no thought at all, like if there is a bouncy ball machine in my presence and I have quarters in my pocket, the quarters will be replaced by bouncey balls, I have no choice in the matter.
Its as if airships, bouncy balls, and Monterey Jack cheese hold a strange power over me which shuts down the logic centers of my brain (prefrontal cortex?) leaving me single minded in my pursuit of them.
So when I die alone cause I never bothered to pursue a relationship at least it'll be a happy death in a pile of bouncy balls with a belly full of fine cheese.
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