eggnog? automobile? beverage!

I was in Heinen’s today doing some grocery shopping, when my eye was caught by a plain looking bottle of eggnog. I stopped to look at it, when a passing employee said, “That’s really good eggnog! If you ask me, it’s the Posrche of eggnogs! Though his statement didn’t include a hyperlink, I couldn’t help wondering what type of Porsche. This, I could deal with. Or maybe even these or (dare I say it) that! on the other hand, I’d be less impressed if it was an SUV. Anyway, here’s a link to the eggnog I bought that was a wee bit on the expensive side, and apparently very fast. Or.. Umm. quality. Or… something.

You’re probably wondering what the eggnog tastes like, aren’t you? Well… it’s certainly tasty eggnog. Probably more of a 911 than anything else. What, you ask, does that mean? I have no earthly idea. Let’s just say it’s damn tasty eggnog.

That just leaves one question: In ohio, is it pronounced “Wooster” or “Woostah?” One of my Ohioan readers might be able to tell me that. At least, I’m figuring that since I’ve been corrected on the pronunciation of places like Lebanon and… umm. Other places. Cleveland? No… that’s pretty easy to pronounce.

Right. So, I went grocery shopping (if you hadn’t guessed it already) and primarily bought beverages. Lots of beverages. Like, a shitload of juice, some tea, some gatorade. I had been through three different beverage aisles before I thought, “I should buy food, too!” This is all Becky’s fault, really: She’s always telling me, “when you’re sick you should be peeing every twenty minutes!” When we were undergrads, she’d check too:

me: I’m sick
becky: are you peeing every twenty minutes?
me: checks watch… more like 25, I think
becky: you’re not getting enough fluids!

OK, I’m pretty sure that’s a mild exaggeration, but it’s mostly true. So, now, I’m sick and thinking “I need fluids!” But, water gets boring after a while, right? So I spice it up with tea! and gatorade! and juice (it’s got vitamins! and minerals!)! And I bought soup (but only one can). Anyway who knew me back in ’97 or ’98 knows how much it pains me to buy soup when I’m sick. And, if you haven’t, just understand: it’s a lot.

Which brings me to item #3 (is it… 1. eggnog, 2. grocery shopping, 3… yeah – that works): I’m sick! That’s probably not entirely worthy of an exclamation point exactly. Still, I’m sick. I hate it. My best guess is I got it by sitting next to 9 for 2.5 hours during a final a few days ago. This observation has provoked a few snide remarks from unnamed parties, but we’ll let that go for now.

It just hit me that apparently when I’m sick, I write lots in my blog. That leads me to one of two things:

  1. That’s actually only a single datapoint, you’ll need more to prove your hypothesis.
  2. It’s kind of like giving a program the “-v” option.

OK. I’m heading to bed now, before I say anything else that confirms that I’m a dork.


400 meters

My todo list did get done. I had a duplicate on my whiteboard. Things got crossed off there.

Incidentally, I think they all went well. Now, there’s new stuff on the list, but things aren’t so rushed.

I’m still a little worried about 1 class – I did well on the final, but there’s still a project left.


The End (well, sortof)

The semester ended yesterday. Everyone seems to be glad of that. I’d have to agree – this semester has been pure hell in some respects. I got a lot of work done, though – and hopefully next semester will be a little calmer.

We kicked off the end of the semester with a party at nein09‘s. I got really drunk, and passed out on her futon (funny, that). It was a good time – I needed to unwind (boy howdy, did I need to unwind).

Tomorrow, I need to do some cleaning and some grading and some work. I guess the semester isn’t over, really, but most of the big deadlines have passed. As E mentioned hearing that the first semester is the toughest: I hope so too. I feel mashed for want of a better word.

God, I’m rambling. I was thinking of starting a support group: “Remaining Grad Students Together.” It would involve coffee, and beer, and work, and cinnamon rolls.

It seems like there’s only time for so much, and if I had one extra day, I’d have time for it all – all the little zany ideas I have that never seem to get started, the instrument sitting in the corner, the writing wandering around my head, reading.


Yes, more child’s play

According to Penny Arcade Child’s Play is going well. The response was so huge that the post office couldn’t deliver them. As in “3 truckloads worth.”

Response from people I know has generated $100, so if people are interested, let me know


Last Mile – A Todo List

This week is busy.

  • Thursday – EECS 423 Final Project
  • Friday – EECS 431 Final Project Report
  • Friday – EECS 428 Final Exam

I think I’ll simply cross items off the list as they get finished.


Child’s Play, 2

Last time, I mentioned Child’s Play over at Penny Arcade. After talking it over with a few people, I thought I’d try to drum up a donation from friends and family.

Basically, I’m hoping to get 10-15 people together and have each of us donate maybe $10 each (or more, or less!). If we do that, we can afford something like a gamecube & game, or even just a large collection of smaller stuff.

So, if interested parties were to e-mail me, so I could gauge interest, I think we could help out in a big way.

So, e-mail me! or leave comments!


Child’s Play

As most of you know, I’m a regular reader over at Penny Arcade. Y’all should go over to this news item. They’re working with the Seattle Children’s Hospital and to put together a wishlist for the children.

I thought that was awesome, and worth linking to. You can buy stuff off of the list, and you can also donate money that will go towards gifts.



I’ve been listening to “The Confrontation” from Les Misérables.

Listen to me! There is something I must do.
This woman leaves behind a suffering child.
There is none but me who can intercede,
In Mercy’s name, three days are all I need.
Then I’ll return, I pledge my word.
Then I’ll return…

Men like me can never change
Men like you can never change
No, 24601,
My duty’s to the law

Of all the songs, that’s one of my favorites (there are others, to be sure – this one just sticks in my mind a lot). It’s mostly the confrontation (fancy that) between their two wills. Like… they’re both right – Javert can do only what is doing, and it’s what leads to his death. “Men like me can never change.”

I wonder if the law is required to think that men can’t change? If it’s something that’s necessary for it to function? “You have no rights. Come with me 24601.

Why am I listening to this at 3:45 AM? I have no idea.


all work and no play…

So, I’ve been sitting here doing work for my networks class almost since I got up. I’m a little tired of it, but I’m making progress, so while it’s not what I’d prefer to be doing on a saturday afternoon, it’s doable.

I’m doing most of my work on my laptop, and occasionally I use my FreeBSD box to do some lookups and such.

Well, after a while the screensaver on aforementiond freebsd box kicks in (it’s set to random, so it’s always a little surprising. This time, it starts typing “All work and no play make Jack a dull boy.”

Over and over again.

I think my computer is trying to tell me something.



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