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|Tuesday, January 20th, 2004|
|Quick bit about the Presidential stuff
www.presidentmatch.com is pretty neat. You answer some questions, and it'll tell you which candidate you most line up with. My results were interesting... I match up 100% with Kucinich (although I don't really see how that's possible, but whatever), and then a tight grouping of Sharpton, Kerry, and Dean at 91%, 89%, 87%. Clark and Edwards weigh in at 81% and 79%, respectively, and Mr. Lieberman at 67%. Finally, it's Dubya at 28%, which was higher than I thought (probably because I'm one of those pesky pro-life liberals ;)
Anyways, it pretty much confirms what I've felt all along -- I'd vote for a retarded monkey before I'd vote for the incumbent again. Current Mood: Meh
|Sunday, December 7th, 2003|
It's 1:20 AM on a Saturday night, and I'm sitting here, working (because I'm a bigger dork than you are, case closed) and listening to my playlist. Wouldntcha know it, up comes Journey. And it's making me nostalgic. I miss my Columbus friends. Don't get me wrong -- I'm having a grrrrrreat time out heah, I'm with the woman I love, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
I just miss Jess an' Libby s'all. Current Mood: nostalgic
|Tuesday, November 25th, 2003|
|Yeah, I know...
I haven't updated in forever. Meh. The long and short of it: Life is good.
I *finally* got around to trimming my Friends list. People were cut for various and sundry reasons. One person asked me to take him off (frickin' weirdo), one person I realized I genuinely disliked (heh), some journals I never EVER read, some I haven't had contact with for ages, and for one person... well, it was just time to move on.
No hard feelings, though, for anybody except the first two. If you're just DYING to be re-added, the line forms to the left. (Heh, yeah, I can totally see that happening).
Real update later, maybe. For now, bed.
|Friday, July 11th, 2003|
|I'm Movin' (kinda)
I talked to my advisor yesterday, and he's going to let me work remotely (a beautiful aspect of my job) for a three month "trial period." Which means that I leave July 22 for Seattle. Which means that I am one happy motherfucker. Which also means that some of you Columbusy-types will have to hang out with me before I leave.
Which ALSO means that I have football tickets I won't be able to use. I've got a ticket for the big game against Washington (August 30 at 8 PM, I believe). I've also got student season tickets, which technically you need a Buck-ID for, but no one I know has ever ever been carded.
I'm charging what I paid for them -- $27 for the UW ticket and $93 for the Season Tickets. I don't know where I'm sitting yet (except that it'll be with Hank and Erick and some of Erick's friends) more precisely than to say that it'll be C Deck. Historically, we've gotten great C Deck seats (last year, it was 25 yard line, west end of the stadium, second row) because we takes care of our shit wit a quickness, yo.
Anyway, comment if you wanna hang out before I go, or if you wanna buy some tickets, or if you just wanna say somethin'. Current Mood: excited
|Friday, March 14th, 2003|
|I just *don't* get it
I think I missed a memo. Someone wanna help me out here?
My dilemma is simple. Dubya (ostensibly, i.e., the real reasons of oil and revenge aside) wants to bomb Iraq because they're making weapons of mass destruction, aiding terrorism, being bosom buddies with Al-Qaida (ha!), and essentially thumbing their nose at the entire international community and ignoring the Mandate of the United Nations.
So, to teach them not to do this... we're going to ignore the Mandate of the United Nations
and bomb the shit out of them?
Thanks in advance for the clarification,
Mike Current Mood: confused
|Saturday, March 8th, 2003|
I'm so juvenile, sometimes. Remember this
entry? Of course you don't, that's why I included the link and have quoted the relevant part heah:On the way home, I was flipping through the radio stations, and I came across this HILARIOUS song. It was part boy band, part rap, part soul (think Luther Vandross), and all funny. I mean, some of the lyrics were "Hop, skip, jump, do whatever you do."
The best part? It was CHRISTIAN! So they're rapping/boy-banding/souling about Jesus' love.
I cannot find the name of this song (My Google, My Google, why have you forsaken me??). But it will always be in my heart.
You know you can't count out Google. I found the song and downloaded it with Kazaa. It's called "Holla" and it's by some band named Trin-I-Tee or something like that. Besides being hella amused by searching for the name "Holla" on Kazaa and getting lots of DMX and such along with the answer, the song is still funny!
Wanna hear it? G'ahead and download it [you might have to rename it to .mp3; I took off the extension because I think work snoops on MP3 downloads]: heah t'is
. Current Mood: amused
I've been busy busy busy recently, but yesterday was a fantastic
day. Let's run through it:
* I woke up, showered and all that, and then went outside and realized that we got ice storm'd the night before. In scraping off my car, I break my scraper. Having to scrape off my car, in addition to having to drive more slowly on the way to work, makes me miss a meeting where I could have met the 1981 Nobel Laureate in chemistry, Roald Hoffmann
, and the Father of The Pill (yes, THAT Pill), Carl Djerassi
* I then filled out forms so I can get reimbursed for all the expenses I've put on my credit card relating to my trips to New Orleans and York. It comes out to almost $1500 -- yikes! I really want that money!
* Next, a panel discussion about the play of two said chemists, Oxygen
. Because I'm a big old chemistry nerd, I found this immensely interesting. Essentially, the play centers around the discovery of the element Oxygen, which was done more or less concurrently by three men, Priestly, Lavoisier, and Scheele. Or was it? The panel revealed the central theme, one critical to modern scientists (like me, soon): what constitutes discovery? For example, Scheele was the first one to isolate oxygen, but he didn't know what he had, and he didn't publish his results. Priestly was next to do so, but he also didn't realize the importance of oxygen... but he DID publish his findings. Finally, Lavoisier isolated oxygen, and he DID know what he had -- he saw that it was critical in combustion, respiration, rusting, and he even coined the term oxygen (meaning acid-creating, which is another facet about oxygen he understood). Okay, so nobody reading this would care about such a story, but I found it interesting, so NEENER.
* After the panel, I see my boss, who shakes my hand in congratulation. After looking puzzled, he says, "For the PnG fellowship." More puzzlement from me. "You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?" "No idea," I reply. He then tells me to check my mailbox (which I never do), because contained therein is a letter saying that I have been awarded a Procter and Gamble industrial fellowship!
I applied for this thing back in January and thought I had no chance of winning, as my GPA was 0.07 points below the "guideline," meaning that I was sure that my application would be put on the bottom of the pile if not thrown out directly. But noooooooooo!
I don't know the details of the fellowship yet, except that the pay isn't much more (if any more) and that it'll look grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreat on a resume and/or C.V. So that rocked.
* My boss then did introduce me to the Nobel Laureate, although we only got to chat for a few seconds. I had actually met him a few years before when I applied to Cornell, but that was before I knew and appreciated what he won the Nobel Prize for. (Before anyone asks, it was for the isolobal analogy
. Essentially, Dr. Hoffmann came up with a simple yet powerful way to map out potential avenues of exploration in inorganic chemistry. It's a tremendously useful theoretical tool for someone like me, even though you've never heard of it. I didn't get to meet Dr. Djerassi, but my boss told me that he's a dick, so eh.
* I stop back at the office and find out that I am a Finalist
in the Edward Hayes Graduate Research Forum. This means that I'll get to present some of my results in front of judges from all academic fields and, if I can dumb it down enough to wow them, I'll win some cash money and maybe a travel grant. I'm actually fairly confident that I'll get *something* -- there are 10 competitors in my subdiscipline and three prizes, and I'm a pretty good speaker, and quite good at dumbing things down :D Even if I don't get anything, I've already put "Finalist in the Edward Hayes Graduate Research Forum" on my C.V.
* I then decide to attend the aforementioned play, Oxygen
. Before I go, I found out that I didn't actually miss the more intimate meeting with the two famous chemists; the meeting times were in error or something. So that sucked a little. Also sucking a little was the play -- I found the concept interesting, but the blocking and staging was a little too... conceptual? for me. It just looked weird. Dancing and shit. Plus, at least two of the actors really grated on me, and since there was a cast of only 11 people, that's a pretty high proportion of annoyance. Still, I'm glad I went.
So YAY TO ME. Also, I'm nearly done with one of my papers, although I then have a lot more work to do -- I'm not going to enumerate it here, but it's a lot. Feh. Current Mood: optimistic
|Wednesday, February 26th, 2003|
I've been busy as hell recently, working until at least 1 AM for about a week now, which will probably continue until roughly the time I leave for New Orleans. Of course, I still sleep in until 10 (give or take an hour), so I suppose I shouldn't complain that
much. Hell, if I'd go to bed at a normal hour and wake up at a normal hour, then I wouldn't have to work until 1 AM, would I? But then again, I don't even go to bed until 2:30 (again, give or take an hour) because I'm on the phone, and I wouldn't trade that time for all the whiskey in Ireland, so... I guess I'll keep my schedule the way it is and just occasionally bitch about it on Livejournal.
So I haven't had a lot of time to keep up on the Boards, or LJ, or chat. Jess, Libby, we'll hang out sometime before March, I *promise*. I went and saw a movie last night, which really helped me keep my sanity (as do those late-night phone calls). The movie was Old School
. Fuckin' funny shit, if you're a fan of sophomoric humor. And if you're not, then you probably aren't reading MY journal, are you? ;) Just once, though, I wish Hollywood would make a movie that was ALL funny and didn't get bogged down with the plot. Whenever a movie does that, it inevitably gets less funny. Even South Park: Bigger, Longer, Uncut
got less funny as they went from "Ha ha, look at the South Park kids saying and doing outrageous things!" to "Okay, now we have to form La Resistance and break out Terrance and Phillip and all that." I mean, it's still good, but it's a little disappointing when a movie breaks down that way. Old School
did that too. Any suggestions on a movie that brings the funny throughout?
Did I just say "brings the funny"? I think I should shoot myself. That's a hideous expression.
So right now, I'm waiting on a printer so I can print out like 700 graphs, compare them, and try to group them. I've been waiting for a while -- I think someone is printing out like a 600MB .tif file of their kid or something. Fuckin' losers. I'm trying to do work here! (To be fair, I pulled that guess out of my ass, but seriously, the printer's had two documents in the queue for a while.)
UPDATE: I actually had the bright idea to check what's actually in the Print Queue. It's a document called "presentation.doc" that's 3+MB in size. It's giving a message of "Error - Printing," which seems odd to me. I just cancelled the job -- ywang is gonna be pissed, whoever the fuck s/he is. Of course, if you haven't come to check on your job, and it's been hanging for 10 minutes, you deserve to have the fucking thing killed. FEAR ME, for I am become death, destroyer of print jobs! I know how to push the little "Cancel" button on the front of the printer, even though the ever-so-helpful Admins (sense the sarcasm) have disabled the ability to cancel jobs (even your OWN!) from Windows itself. RAR!
So I'm gonna keep rambling until my 700 graphs are printed. Lessee....
Umm... hmm. Do I want to talk about this? I dunno. I'll go check the printer and see what the score is there, and make up my mind.
Well, printing this out is going to be a bigger pain in the ass than I thought, because half the time the Phucking Phaser prints a blank page instead of my graph. And when I print straight from Excel, it leaves out the legend and graph and axis titles. So I'm going to have to go. Before I do, I'll say this about my dilemma in the previous paragraph:
I usually don't like being vague in my own journal, because it is MY journal. And besides, if I'm vague, most people will know what I'm talking about anyway, so using some sort of code or cipher seems pointless. However, weighing against this is my desire to respect a person's privacy, so I'll compromise.
If you're reading this, then you know that it applies to you. I am sorry for what happened, for almost everything that happened. If you'd like to talk about stuff, I'm always available (nevermind the first paragraph about being perpetually busy). You have my number, my email address, even my real address. If you don't want to talk about stuff, then I understand that as well. If you want to talk about stuff out of the blue two months from now, after you've had time to think, then that's acceptable too. You know my position -- I want to be friends... but I understand if that's an impossible request. The decision is entirely yours. Loathe me, befriend me, ignore me, these are all totally cromulent reactions.
Finally, I've been listening to a Jimmy Eat World song on loop for like an hour now (at least, I was before I came to the computer lab). I heard it on CD101, and it sounded catchy, so I Kazaaed it (can I verb that, like people have done with Google, or will I get sued?). I originally thought that it was a Crimson and Clover cover, because he says that near the end, but I looked up the lyrics to both songs and that's not the case. I think the song is called "A Praise Chorus" or something like that. The lyrics aren't especially poignant; it's just a catchy song. Current Mood: Some Inner Turmoil
|Friday, January 31st, 2003|
You will live in a shack.
You will drive a Purple Lexus.
You will marry Kyla and have 3 kids.
You will be a Research Chemist in Miami. Current Mood: giddy
|Sunday, January 26th, 2003|
So I just finished re-reading the Song of Ice and Fire
series. God, I love that series. It's amazing how much I forgot, even though I had just read it a year ago. I'd forgotten that King Joffrey died, I'd forgotten that Tyrion killed his father, and I'd forgotten that Littlefinger killed his wife Lysa. But that's neither here nor there.
What IS here and there is that I checked amazon.com, and they're now listing a release date of SEPTEMBER. Not April.
|Wednesday, January 22nd, 2003|
|Eh, just because I haven't updated in a while
Life's pretty good. Film at 11. Here's my lemmingy survey:
1. What do you call me?
2. What song makes you think of me, and why?
3. If you could give me one present, what would it be?
4. What one thing/event do you associate with me?
5. How well do you think you know me?
|Saturday, January 11th, 2003|
|Monday, January 6th, 2003|
I get depressed over the stupidest fucking things. I wasn't always this big of a pussy -- what the hell happened to me?
At least I'm going out for fun with Libby and Jess tonight. Friends = good. Current Mood: sad
|Monday, December 30th, 2002|
|I'm doing it again....
Where "it" would be this.
I'm listening to a song over and over again, getting vaguely depressed for what's more or less no reason. Except... well, have you ever listened to a song because it expresses the way that you feel about someone? I'm pretty sure everyone has. But what I'm doing now is listening to a song and looking at it as what someone ELSE is saying to ME, what they want to tell ME but don't have the words for. I don't think I've ever done that before.
The song is "Running Away"
by Hoobastank. It's particularly the last bit that's been getting to me: "...What is it I've got to say...To make you admit you're afraid..."
I don't really expect this post to make sense to anyone. Well, maybe one person... but probably not even her. Current Mood: sad
|Sunday, December 29th, 2002|
|More pointless shit from me
I've been thinking a lot about relationships and love, recently, due mostly because of what happened recently with me and Kyla, as well as what might happen to me in the future. I was watching Sex and the City
(shut up), and there was an exchange:( Read more...Collapse ) Current Mood: Introspective
|I hate the Browns
Loathe them. Always have. And because they just had
to beat the Falcons, Denver's out of the playoffs. It's Denver's fault, but it's also Dan Reeves' fault, too. How are you going to run Warrick Dunn up the middle three fucking times in a row??
Motherfuckers. GRRRRR. Current Mood: pissed off
|Thursday, December 26th, 2002|
|New workout plan
Every time I masturbate, I must do 20 pull-ups, 100 sit-ups, and ride on the bike for at least 30 minutes.
|Monday, December 9th, 2002|
|My life is like a roller coaster baby baby
Wow... the last few days have been wild wild wild. Let's go through it a little bit, shall we?
Last Saturday through today (and, indeed, through this Thursday, at least) -- No internet access from home. Goddammit.
Wednesday -- Sucked my hairless balls. I got up reasonably early (for me, that's 9:30) to go into work. I get in my car, and it starts just fine, which was good, because it was freezing the night before. Okay, so it was like 15 degrees below freezing, but who's counting? I start to go, and I notice that my brakes aren't very responsive. I'm used to my brakes being a little weak when I first start my car after a cold night, so I think nothing of it. I start to drive, and I realize that my brakes *really* aren't working for shit. I quickly pull over into a parking lot, put it in park, and let the car warm up. As I'm sitting there, occasionally revving, occasionally just sitting there, the car starts to act like it's going to die, but it never does. From time to time, I'd drive just a little bit, to see if my brakes were working, figuring that my car would sort out its near-death experiences once I got going. But the brakes didn't work. So I take drive across the street back home, and I call a mechanic that's only a mile and a half away. They tell me to bring it in, and *maybe* they could squeeze it in that day. So I drive the mile and a half, making sure to use my brakes waaaaay ahead of time. I get there, drop the car off, and walk home. A mile and a half is much longer when you're walking, especially when it's low-to-mid-20s. Fortunately, the wind was at my back, and I had my scarf and hat. I dick around at home all day, since my roommates are out of town and I can't get a ride into work. At about 3:30, the mechanic calls and tells me that I'll need a new vacuum tube and that I'll need a tune-up, since my engine's misfiring. Total cost: $528. After scoffing for a second, I ask him how much to get the most immediately necessary repairs. That cost was $75 dollars, much more affordable. They do that, and I walk to get my car at about 5 -- this time *into* the wind, of course. It turns out that they messed up on the estimate, and the tune-up would have costed only $250, but that's still outside my budget, especially for a car that already has 130K miles on it. To make matters worse, I had to drive into campus and do my work, since I had a presentation the next day. I end up leaving work at about 11:30. I hate working that late.
Thursday -- I give my presentation in the morning. My boss is notorious for interrupting, usually with comments that are totally superfluous and are only designed to make him look intelligent.) Don't get me wrong, he's a smart guy and he knows the stuff he knows extremely well. But the comments that are not even tangentially related are arrogant and they waste MY speaking time, dammit.) Anyways, between his blathering and my group's general fucking around, I only get halfway through my presentation... and yes, that means I didn't even start this shit I was working on until 11:30 the night before. For all I know, I'll never get to give the rest of my talk, due to Winter Break (dammit). After group meeting, however, the day got much better (especially compared to Wednesday). I went home, took a nap, played around on the computer (but no Net access, remember), and then went out drinking with the wonderful Jessica and the inestimable pairing of Brian and Libby. Matt and his gargantuan cock made a pseudo-appearance (hehe). I got pretty fucking ripped drinking some GIRLY drink Libby suggested and some not-girly-looking-but-definitely-girly-t
asting drinks Matt suggested. And a few beers. Fortunately, Jess let me crash on her futon. We had a great old time -- I was totally fucking obnoxious and I don't even care. Unh.
Friday -- I was a little hung over. Not headachey, but definitely out of energy, and I couldn't concentrate on shit. So I skipped work, played around on the computer, watched the Scorpion King (hehe), and just relaxed. So Friday was pretty boring, until I had to pick up my roommates at the airport at 11 that night. Okay, so after that, it was pretty boring, too. WTFE.
Saturday -- We had some friends over to drink and watch basketball and football. Then, I get a call from my labmate Erick who says that I should go over to his place that night and roll. Yes, *that* kind of roll. So I did. Holy shit. HOLY SHIT. There's a reason they call it Ecstasy and not "Pretty Good Stuff." The only thing I can think to compare it to is a really intense afterglow. You know, when you've had an extended lovemaking session, you climax, and then you collapse next to your lover. You're pretty exhausted, but you feel incredible. Now stretch that sensation out for... hell, it lasted really strongly for me for six hours, and I still felt some of it over 12 hours later. I mean, I was enjoying BREATHING. I was laying on a hardwood floor with my shirt off, just kind of writhing my legs (but not writhing in agony) for what seemed like forever. Going up stairs took two minutes. Not because it was difficult, but rather because it felt so wonderful. I totally lost my inner monologue, and was saying everything that popped into my head. When I spoke, I was enunciating very well and speaking slowly. I kept hissssssing on my esssssessss. They call it rolling, I think, because it goes in waves. When you're near a peak, it's almost too intense. When you're on a downslope, you think a bit more rationally and wonder why you didn't try this before. Your eyes are dialated. When you look at someone, especially in a dim room, you're both looking at each other so intensely. It's erotic, but not the least bit sexual (for me, anyways). You want to be touched, but you're not some horndog looking to grind your crotch against anything. Face, wrists, stomach, feet -- it all feels so fantastic. Oy, I think that's enough about it. Hell, you have to try it for yourself to understand. If you're in Columbus and you wanna try it, just let me know, because I definitely want to do it again. About the only downside is that I was wiped the next day. That, and I'm sure I'll get some sort of lectures about how drugs are bad, mmkay?
Sunday -- See above. I was wiped physically. To make matters even more spectacular, I decided to make myself wiped emotionally, too. I called Kyla and told her that "for the time being, I think we should just be friends." She's pretty numb at this point, partially because she thinks I did it because I've been depressed recently (and chemically altered twice in the past few days). I'm not 100% positive what I feel, and I'm not sure how much I can talk about it. In the words of Legolas in _Fellowship of the Ring_, "For me, the grief is still too near." What did I mean by "for the time being"? Am I asking her to put her relationship happiness on hold until I can move to Michigan? With the way things used to be, was she asking ME to put MY relationship happiness on hold until I can move to Michigan?
Gah, I've ceased making sense. And here I am, at work, doing my mundane shit. Life goes on, and sometimes that blows. Current Mood: drained
|Tuesday, November 19th, 2002|
Every now and then, I'll get in a mood where I feel like I'm just waiting for some indeterminate something
. It's a little depressing. Often, when I feel like this, I associate some random song that I like with the mood. Since I like the song, the association is bittersweet... I'll sit there and listen to the song OVER and OVER and I'll be depressed. It's really strange.
Recently (i.e., past year), I've done it with "Blurry" by Puddle of Mudd, with "3 Libras" by A Perfect Circle, and now I'm doing it with "More than a Feeling" by Boston.
|Friday, November 15th, 2002|
Three times in one day! Augh!
Drinkin', doing some work, and downloading JOURNEY. On a FRIDAY. Envy me, fuckers.
Hi, my name is Mike, and I'm secretly a Journey fan. Current Mood: drunk