It was a good day. I woke up early, feeling restless. Eager to sharpen some sort of skill, I started up my programming environment and wrote a little 3D-rotation code, which compiled. I don't know why, but I feel more satisfied watching these 8 dots rotate than I ever did at any scholastic awards ceremony. I sort of know why, actually. "Look, it's practical. You can make something with it." Have VGA? See for yourself(30K).

Click the note in the upper right corner for an appropriate realaudio soundtrack for today's mood. (By NECROS, god among trackers)

Afterwards, I paced around my room eager to move on to the next step, wireframes, and then filled polygons. However, I sold my math books, and I need a little literature to back me up on the more arcane maths. I resolved to visit the library to fetch the appropriate texts, very soon. Checking email, I found a letter from another prospective employer. Good. I'm getting somewhere now. If I keep contacting more and more employers, probability starts scooting over to favor me; eventually someone WILL hire me, if only by accident. Heh. But not this time. If this guy hires me, it'll either be because he wants to, or because I won't leave him alone. I've had too much coffee and I have nothing better to do than call employers and cheerfully inquire on the status of their search for workers.

At dinner with Dad and Mary, I noted that we had the infamous squash soup again. This time I politely offered my share to my Dad, who accepted. No gutache for me, this time. I excused myself and walked into my room, where I sat on the couch thinking about easy ways to define sets of points in 3 coordinates while listening to "Indestructable Grey". "Indestructable Grey" is a musical project by someone we all sort of knew in Hawaii. Of all the try-hard cool guys we knew, he was the try-hardest. He had the parental funding to undertake these grand coolness enhancing schemes, such as his 'industrial' 'band'. Listening to his tape is like reading bad, revolting writing, or watching a terrible, terrible movie. It is at once amusing ("Hee hee hee this is astoundingly bad.") and an ego booster ("I can't even pretend my songs are this bad. I'm not the worst! Yay!") So I find the tape he made quite inspirational. (Song titles: "The Bunnies are Dead", "I Wana Die".) (W-a-n-a. Makes me think angsty toddler.)

Listening to NECROS, on the other hand, is inspirational in a different way. He's got great ideas. They're not just throwaway versions of whatever genre happens to be handy. I have Steve (of HOL Tech) to blame for introducing me to the musician. Social contact: beneficial!

I spent a portion of the day outside the house, too. I went to Julie's house and watched "French Twist", a 'romantic comedy'. She kept making noises on the phone like we didn't have to watch it if it sounded too corny. Well, corn me up. (--Sgt. Skinner)

The movie was, um, very French. Afterwards, Kris started a big argument about marijuana, one of the things that Julie will argue about endlessly. She was getting very agitated and talking in that semi-frantic way that people do when they've got more to say than will fit in a typical argumentative riposte. Kris was saying the exact things he knew would provoke her the most. "Arguing is fun!" he is quoted as saying. Ya know, 4 or 5 years ago he got riled up at me because I was doing the same thing to him. So, I mentioned it. "Yup. But arguing is fun.", he replied. Open season, then. Hee hee hee.

One of the things that Julie brought up was the "Gateway drug" point against weed. (Julie is very, very pro-legalization.) It's a gateway to harder drugs, but this in part is caused by 'drug education' itself. When the kids go to D.A.R.E. or whatever, they get taught that weed is super, super bad, and it makes you want to kill people. Same thing with other drugs. Eventually, they come into contact with weed and discover that it isn't actually very violent or harmful. Then they realize that the drug educators had lied to them, and everything they were told goes out the window, and they only have one way to get reliable information on those other drugs. Try 'em. Woopsie.

Anyway. When I got back home, I checked email again. I've got email from Michelle! She is the LAST person on Earth I was expecting email from. So, my day still isn't getting any boringer. What to do next? Spend an hour making a new design? Write back, while simultaneously spreading vicious rumors about her? (She mentioned this page, so I officially can't do that.) Just yesterday I thought of her, wondering if I would ever hear from her. Yup! And I was wrong before. She has TWO degrees. Sheeeesh.

By the way, usenet is doing strange things.