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11:13 pm:
I really wouldn't like to say that I'm still looking for an apartment. Had I known it was going to be this difficult, I woulda loaned Ed the money so we could have got that first one who accepted. I have to remind myself to take advantage of beginners luck more effectively. (It worked for getting a job, didn't it?)
Right now I'm eating microwave apathetic housewife chicken nuggets from QFC. I'm going to have to change my keyboard after this. In the future, I should keep a dishwasher-safe type-through keyboard-cover around for use during meals. Once I get a house, I plan to take many meals at my computer desk. I will program day and night.
Speaking of programming, I've been putting together some kind of web-utility in C. Right now all it does is make a socket, connect to a host (specified on command line), download specified document, and pass all the tags to a subroutine. (Right now the only tag the subroutine knows anything about is "<A ...>" and all it does is collect links.) (Maybe I'll make a spider-bot type thing that collects links, follows them, rinse, repeat).
When writing a function that drastically changes data, I usually refer to the data (in the names of its vars or pointers) as "victim". Lately, I've been unable to type the word "victim" properly. My fingers go off on their own and type "victime" 9 out of ten times. Ahhgh. I'm just going to use "victime" already.
I'm not trying to upset anyone. -- The Bus Driver
That bus driver had the right idea. I might upset people from time to time, but I would like to be able to say that I'm not trying to. When egos are bruised or people feel frustrated, there may be a few harsh words exchanged. When I stop in the middle of saying something while angry, it most often seems like I don't want to be there, doing that. Most often it seems like whatever I'm angry over really isn't worth the bad blood. Unfortunately, if I'm dealing with people who "don't matter" I may wind up being unpleasant just because speed of resolution matters more to me than preserving a stable state for everyone else in the world. I guess that would explain why I'm still just trying.
Uh, the people who don't matter to me...who are they?
I can't define a single quality that separates the one group from the other. Maybe it's people who deal with me on a level below conversation. The "have a nice day" clerks and "bye, bye, bye, bye, bye ..." stewardesses get included here. Yeah, it's their job. Yeah, that's exactly what I'm talking about. Hum. After all that, I guess it comes down to "If I don't matter to you... you don't matter to me." Carlsbad-spelunking-deep musing there, Andrew. Now, tell me what you want. What you really, really want.
"I like to piss off people who don't like me." Nononononono! Well, hmm. Ok, maybe I like to piss off people who have dismissed me as harmless and consequently think it couldn't hurt them to annoy me. Just a little poke. Don't turn your back, sillyhead. I know some really big words.
I've got two robots at work now. I'm wondering when I should bring number 3 (Dustbot) in. The big boss will be at a trade show very soon. I could remodel the whole office when he isn't looking.
You're finished with the file i/o routines? "Yes." Don't tell anyone. --Brett, who would have had to start working.
I went to the eye doctor and got myself a new prescription. I ordered some contacts. The new prescription will be something like 30% stronger than the glasses I'm wearing now. I'm prepared for the bonus ugliness that the whole world receives when you can suddenly see clearly. In the metaphorical sense, that's a very 7th-grade loner thing to say.
I wonder if I can keep talking forever. Well, by definition, all I'd have to do is: not shut up. But, seeing as how it's midnight, and I've got a pretty good idea of how BSP trees work, I think I'd rather go to bed.
You know the old refrain about letting the words floooooow? At this time of night, at this level of fatigue, they bubble to the surface, more than anything else.
Lying at the base of the cement barrier, looking up. My eyes click as they track hazy white entities against a blue field. "This is good.", I think. "I hope I don't have to get up and do anything. I wouldn't be able to duplicate this extremely comfortable arm/leg/body configuration." I hear no noises that sound like my name, in any case. The asphalt is warm and abrasive against my back as I tense, then relax. I think about the strange markings that it is making in the flesh that remained on my back, and the small black rocks that will be embedded there even after I am moved. Hot wind is blowing against my face now. I inhale a stinking load of car breath. The concrete barrier begins flickering brightly. Little rocks are scattered past my head as a running person comes alongside me. Now their head and torso begin to obstruct my cloudscape. "CAAAAN YOOOU FEEEEEL YOUUUUR LLLLLLEHHHHHGS" "Don't make me move."