On a most recent trip to an overpriced novelty store at the Water Tower Mall in Chicago, someone found this. How can it be bad?
March 29, 2005
March 24, 2005
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March 16, 2005
Political Compass
I’ll let the real conversation about this live at murph’s blog, here.
I just wanted to post my results for this compass.
Your political compass
Economic Left/Right: -4.25
Social Libertarian/Authoritarian: -5.13
So take the test already, and let me know how much of a hippie you really are.
February 8, 2005
Victory over Bluetooth
After battling for days with every different Bluetooth chat implementation on the net, myself, and Scott the trusty co-worker, decided to write out our own. Scott could have most likely easily done this himself, if he could pull himself away from WoW. That didn’t happen, so he merely offered his advice and his code where it was applicable. So I parted the waters, and raised a lamb, and then sacrificed it, and completed my task. A functional version of a Bluetooth chat implementation. So far it’s been tested on a Dell Axim x30, some really nice HP that Doug was nice enough to let us use, and an iPaq 2215. All of these use the Widcomm / Broadcomm Bluetooth stack, so if yours uses the Microsoft stack, well, one of the other off the shelf chat apps will more than likely run for you.
Note: There is no discernable version, or any sort of licensing information. This is strictly non-profit, and the only thing I hate to gain was a lot of suffering and a few lines of text passed over the Bluetooth stack. The only thing that I used other than the internet for help and the Compact Framework was this file, CFSerialIO.
Please download and criticize my source code.
Please download and use my cab file. (ARM only)
February 3, 2005
Computers.
I hate them.
Two hard drives, a UPS, and nearly 500 dollars later, and I still don’t have my data back.
January 12, 2005
Distribute
Let’s hope this gets out to you people. Spare the name calling, it’s not necessary, nor is it true. I’m a normal person the same as everyone else. I have no more expertise on living than anyone else. This being the case, I do have some truths that I’ve managed to decipher about existance, and the truth of living. Simply enough, the truth is that there isn’t any. We are all animals enclosed in our own worlds, and the only thing connecting us to anyone, or anything else, is ourselves. This occurred to me painlessly enough, while I was in my car, desperately trying to relate myself to music that someone else composed and created. It is basic enough in its essence; someone else has gone through the same or at least similar thing, and that can provide some sort of comfort to you. The truth is, this is all in your head. Music is simply noise in the void. Upon its creation, it is empty, and all it has is its own existence. Even as it is passing through your ears, into your skull, it still has no form, no meaning. Not until you parse out the tune, and the words, the melody, and relate it to your own life, does it gain any sort of meaning other than noise. This notion applies to everything else in life; nothing has meaning until you give it meaning. Other people, items you own, useless until you apply your feelings upon them.
January 6, 2005
Band
New Band Name: Dramatization of Pain
(Note: this is from a commercial about chapped lips, in which two pairs of lips are shown, one glowing red eerily, with the text underneath, ‘dramatization of pain’)
January 3, 2005
Goobers
Another dream about the grocery store. Spilled ice from something under the carts. There were six registers, not including the little register. Both Heather and Mandi came in, though separately. I was on register number five. I was the only pre-close person still working there, everyone else was new, maybe? I stayed up front, but only rang up a few people. Didn’t see the break room, or the back, but I was about to go on break.
— Woke up late for work at 9pm, didn’t set the alarm correctly.