Life in General I really don't use this thing much anymore. But I don't feel like updating my website. In case you were wondering, I'm working in Austin again this summer. It's going well. I work on relatively interesting projects and make money. Full time work is for the birds, though.
24 hours/day - 8 hours for sleep - 8 hours for work - 1 hour to get ready for work - 1 hour to work out = 6 hours of truly free time per day. Fewer if there are errands to run and business to attend to. I don't know about doing that forever. I value my free time over salary. Even if I use it unproductively.
What else is up? Politics are going well so far. Could be a Black president in our near future. School is going well. I don't get out until 2010. But I'll have the BS and MBA when I do, so hopefully I won't have to go back. Why the MBA? Honestly, there are a lot of stupid people making lots of money managing smart people. I wouldn't feel good if I went to school for X years and got my doctorate and ended up working for someone stupider than me. Who makes more than I do.
It's weird being old. But I think I'm doing quite fine, overall. The most important thing you can learn is to take it easy.
Also, Buffy the Vampire Slayer. That is a surprisingly good show. Why have I never watched it until now? Iron Man was good as well. Hulk will be decent at best. Grudge 3 will be beautiful.
I am in Corpus Christi. I will be leaving for Austin and work in a couple hours. I really should be washing my clothes. Forget paying quarters at the laundromat. Texas is too hot. I don't like Iowa weather, but the temperature here is just ridiculous.
get off my lawn So I'm in the weight room, right. Last person has just left, so it's just me and the room. Optimal situation. Dude left the tv on. Is it just me or is A Time To Kill the fucking sweatiest movie in existence? They don't have air conditioning in Louisiana? I turn the tv off.
Anyway, I just finished weights and have moved to cardio. I hear a knock on the door. Seeing as this is a private apartment complex weight room, if you have to knock, that means you don't have a key. If you don't have a key, you probably shouldn't be here. I ignore the first knock. After a few more knocks, I decide I'd rather let this fool in than have him or her continue to disrupt my peace.
I walk over to the door. FUCK. LITTLE KIDS. A fat boy, about 13, and a fat girl, about 14. SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT. I instantly regret my decision. If you have never tried to exercise with little kids around, consider yourself lucky. Actually, I'm certain if I look back, I'll find asimilar entry from last summer.
Anyway, I get back on the treadmill. Good. It has reset itself due to lack of human power. I start it up. Motherfuckers are right next to me, fucking around. Where are your parents? Now they're trying to turn on the tv. They are too short. So what do they do? THEY MAKE A FUCKING TOWER OUT OF THE FREE WEIGHTS. No, not the fucking plates, either. The fucking dumbbells. Idiotic? Yes, sir. If these little shits fall and crack their necks, that will seriously disturb my workout. Curiously enough, their plan is successful.
They flip channels for a while, finding nothing. So they turn up the volume ridiculously loud and watch commercials for a while. I can't even hear fucking Ghostface through my earbuds. Which, mind you, ARE IN MY FUCKING EAR. Eventually, they turn it off and go play with some more weights.
But they can't do it in silence. Motherfuckers turn on the radio to full volume. Oh, T-Pain, fucking excellent. Buy you a drank is probably my least favorite song to listen to at 1:30 am. Are these kids working out yet? Perhaps trying to lose a little weight? Note: these kids are fat as hell.
No. These kids are doing bicep curls with 5 pound weights. There's nothing wrong with that. The problem I have is THEY ARE EATING COOKIES IN BETWEEN REPS. Do you understand that? THESE KIDS BROUGHT A FUCKING BAG OF COOKIES TO A WEIGHT ROOM AND ARE EATING COOKIES IN BETWEEN REPS. I'm not even disgusted. I'm infuriated. These kids have obviously been sent for the sole purpose of tormenting me. I'm certain they could have had their T-Pain dance cookie party in their homes. There is absolutely no reason for them to be here. I want to find their parents and slap them.
But first, I'd like to go back in time and slap myself for opening the fucking door.
Saw Planet Terror (part 1 of Grindhouse). Underwhelming. I expected it to at least be as good as Dawn of the Dead (the new one), but it was quite inferior.
I still need to watch Death Proof. At least my expectations for that are very low. Fuck Tarantino.
Windows Vista Ultimate is the shit Man I just installed the Dreamscene thing for Vista. Dammit, it is too freaking cool. What it does is allow you to use a video file as your desktop background. A VIDEO FILE AS YOUR DESKTOP BACKGROUND. So right now, I'm watching Trivette punch Walker in the face. Over and over and over. IT IS THE BEST SHIT EVER.
Why did it take so long to install this? Well, my internet was just restored by the school. They banned my from non-iowa state websites (including microsoft.com and my virus updater ) for 30 days. Pissed, cuz i didn't have windows update or a guide for my tv tuner. I was still able to surf the internet by remote desktopping to a cs department machine.
Break is not very fun. I work out, watch tv, sleep. I should be working on school work right now, but nah. I HAVE WALKER ON MY DESKTOP BACKGROUND. You wish you were me right now. In case you're wondering, it's this clip:
Wait, no, that's the burning man clip. The walker clip is this one:
Upgraded So, I found out I could get Vista from the school. For free. Business edition, but then again, I'm all about the business. So I deleted my Linux partition and installed it. It's much more impressive than I had expected. Very very stable. And beautiful.
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