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My Schedule is official and paid for:

10:00-11:30 - Automata Theory
11:30-01:00 - Theories of Persuasion (Waitlisted)
01:00-02:30 - Macroeconomics
02:30-04:00 - Generic Programming and the STL (FINALLY!!! ^_^)


It's alot, but i have a 1 class drop buffer =-D

Family Photos

I don't know what impetus I was stricken with, but I finally buckled down and got the network buffed to ship-shape. My iptables are correct, my servers are up and my dns is fully functioning.

Hidden deep in my network were a few triggers to nostalgia. I've had these componants for a very long time. One hard drive hails from the original artemesia I built when I was in high school, so you can imagine the abundance of old code, pictures, mysql entries, and various media from the previous 5 years.

It's interesting and lame at the same time, but should anyone feel compelled to ask I can give, in vivid detail, the story to any componant you find in my various systems. Where I got it, what I got it for, and the various uses I have found for it since. This includes mice and cases and even ide cables (some of them). I guess if you make them your life's work they become beloved. And no one cares.

Anyway, all I'm really trying to say is in 24 hours I will have Season 10 of Friends.

DJi;lkj

Step 1: Get a friend who will drive
Step 2: Go to TJ Jorges
Step 3: Get a Margarita, Frozen
Step 4: Wake up in a dumpster somewhere

20 Bucks, Bitches

I love it when party poker gives me free money! 20 bucks generally isn't enough to cover my swings, but it gives me a week or so of playing time, if I am careful.


So the question remains, tourny or cash game?

Splat Splat

Explain to me how to fix this:

root@baldur:~# ping jacobo
ping: unknown host jacobo
root@baldur:~# host jacobo
jacobo has address 10.0.0.21
root@baldur:~#


And I will write a 10 paragraph blog post about your adventures fighting the Serbs in a village in Monte Negro with nothing but a wrist-rocket and a pocket full of dreams.





MY HEAD IS GOING TO EXPLODE

Yay!

Ladies and Gentlemen,
If you have ever been with me when I got drunk, please, please, please joing this group:

http://utexas.facebook.com/group.php?gid=2204016762

Our beloved T-bag founded it in honor of his visit this week. If you want some crazy office, let us know. Like the UTACM we want a very top-heavy structure.

This Is a Game Where You Use Your Feet!

I played DDR to within inches of my life last night. Near the end I could barely lift my feet in time to do the easiest level on the easiest songs, but I trudged on until my legs decided completely independently of my brain that they didn't want to hold up my body anymore.

I made it through my last few songs purely on battle fury and endorphine high. By all accounts I shouldn't have been able to complete a single coherent movement much less command my legs to do things no man my size should be able or willing to do.

It's a good feeling when you are doing some form of exercise and the exertion wipes your mind of any thoughts. It happens to me when I am on the trail or playing ddr, even basketball.

Wish in one hand and shit in the other

And see which one fills up first.

I've been noticing something recently: I have emotions again. I'll be damned. In no time flat I'll be a human being. =-D

Tonto!

This was given to me by Sarah and it's to good for words:



With inspiration from jim's Web 2.0 embedding.

Dr. Peppers

We got "new" vending machines in our apartment. I quote the "new" because they are actually older, but they are new to us. Jonesing for a Dr. Pepper, I meandered down to the laundry room with 75 cents. When I put in my money and hit the button I got 2, not 1, but 2 cans of Dr. Pepper. When I regained conciousness I decided to get all the cash I had in my apartment and get 2 for 1 Dr. Peppers before they fix the problem.

After a few scenarios were run I established that every other time you buy a Dr. Pepper you get 2 cans. And only Dr. Pepper. So, now I always take 2 dollars down.


That is all

Woke Up This Morning

No gun, but I did wake up to an apartment without water. The maintenance peeps are doing something involving calcium to our pipes. But now I can't cook, clean, or wash! It's like having a computer without the interenet: yeah, it technically still works, but who the fuck cares?

So I am gonna get my toothbrush and move into Tazza for the next 3 days.


3 DAYS!

I've Been Outed!

I am on what I'll call a "Don't ask don't tell" basis with my family about what I'll call my lifestyle. Sure I smoke, drink, take intraveinous drugs and have unprotected sex with a steady line of low-cost high-mileage hookers, and sure my family is generally aware I am no longer the paragon of Mormon masculinity, but we've never bothered to reconcile that. My dad was the first to really clue in and moved from the "not till you're married" talk to the "if she gets pregnant, you're raising it" talk, but for the most part we're running on no-contact silence.

Until my dearest Sarah mistakenly outs me to my sister. Sarah was making us muffins at the time so of course she is instantly forgiven, but at one point she mistook "care for a glass of milk?" for "would you care if I smoked?". Now, while I smoke a pipe on a semi-regular basis, she had only the previous night seen me smoke a cigarette. When I get drunk my oral fixation becomes my personality in whole and I tend to grab at cigarettes when offered. So she responds "you don't smoke, except for when you are drunk" within earshot of my sister.

Now I don't care even nominally. I've always accepted that I would never deny anything but then conveniently not offer any information without being compelled. But now my sister and brother-in-law know. They seemed to take it in stride, it's roughly equivalent to when Elton John came out. Duh...


PS. I don't actually take intra-veinous drugs and can't afford even the cheapest hookers.

Master and Commander

Do you see those two weevils, Doctor?

I do.

Which would you choose?

Neither. There's no difference between them.
They're the same species of curculio.

If you had to choose.
If you were forced to make a choice.
If there was no other...

Well then, if you're going to push me...
I would choose the right-hand weevil.
It has significant advantage
in both length and breadth.

There, I have you!
You're completely dished.
Do you not know that in the service one must
always choose the lesser of two weevils?

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The movie is pushing me into a 20-book series....

Disgruntled

Thats it! I am hanging up my car keys forever. Three dollars a gallon is just to much for me to be paying for any fluid I plan to literally burn. So no more!!

Except tonight, I am going to tazza.

Oh, and tommorrow i have errands to run.

..And my mom's cousin is having a big birthday bash in buda on friday

.....


Fuck you Exxon.