Friday, September 29, 2006

“You have to, you just have to trust me. / Whoever I was then, / I can’t ever be again.”

“Miami”, Taking Back Sunday, Louder Now

Dreams suck.  Thank God, Jesus, FSM, and anyone else responsible for the fact that I don’t dream very often.  This (the night before last) is actualy the first dream that I’ve had since I’ve been here at R.I.T.  Then, I had another fucking dream last night!  God dammit!  I don’t remember much of last night’s dream, aside from the fact that is wasn’t as creepy as the previous night’s dream.  That dream, however, … holy shit …

I never know when/where my dreams start, but I believe my memory of started with me in a car, my mother driving.  We were in Brooklyn Square (a small section of Jamestown with a Tim Horton’s, a Chinese restaurant, a Big Lots, and three drug stores).  There were talks of a terrorist attack, and planes were flying about overhead.  I remember a lot of talking, but the subject now escapes me.  Anyway, one of the planes hit the area of the bridge; we barely escaped it.  Then, as we got done with our “Thank God”s, I looked out the windshield (upward), and saw a plane coming straight down at us.

Then I awoke in a cold sweat, with two hours until my alarm went off.  I thought about getting up, but general laziness allowed me to go back to sleep (two hours isn’t enough to dream anyway).

Man, I fucking hate dreams.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

“It’s called the Revolutionary War, not the Revolutionary Let’s All Sit Down and Talk about Our Feelings.”

Stephen Colbert, The Colbert Report, 8/3/2006

Homework, the bane of my existence.  I’m in Computer Science I right now, and it started at 2:00.  I remembered the homework at about 1:45 on my way out of my room.  (Actually, Alex K. reminded me.)  I flew through that as quickly as possible then briskly walked into class.  I managed to make it in time for attendance.  Fortunately, the homework was just something to go over in class, and I got an easy question.  Then, I got a little brown-nosing in by correcting a minor error that someone else made.  Now we’re going over what will be on the quiz on Thursday.  Whoa, there’s a Java program on the quiz… in Computer Science… that should be less of a surprise.

My A.D.D. is kicking in… these damned glasses are a little crooked.  I need a screwdriver.

Hmm, time for learning.  Object-oriented programming, that sounds new, but allegedly C++ is object-oriented.  Cool?

I need to update my schedule, still.  I’ll do that later.

Saturday, September 02, 2006

“Blindness separates people from things, but deafness separates people from people.”

Helen Keller

Since the late 1960’s, the N.T.I.D. (National Technical Institute for the Deaf) has been one of the 8 “colleges” at R.I.T.  Over 8% of the total R.I.T. population is deaf or hard-of-hearing.  There are deaf and hearing dorms and classes, but in an effort to mainstream deaf students, there are many mixed dorms and classes.  Because classes have not started, yet, I can only say that I have no deaf students in my dorm.  I would be surprised, though, if I had no classes with deaf students.  Anyway, I have been giving it some thought, and I think that I am going to try to learn A.S.L. (American Sign Language).  The only contact that I’ve had with deaf people is with Sami F.’s parents, and they speech-read and speak very well.  I doubt that they even know A.S.L.  An easy way of making a little money here at R.I.T. is to take notes for the deaf students.  Because I’ll be taking notes anyway, it won’t be a hassle.  In high school I had done this many times for various reasons, the only obstacle that I see is communicating with the deaf.  Learning A.S.L. will, of course, solve this.

It is obvious, I hope, that money isn’t the only incentive that I have to do this.  Knowing A.S.L., like any “foreign” language, will open up many job opportunities, though most of them are in fields in which I have no interest (customer service, restaurant, etc. social crap).  I guess that my primary incentive is to help people.  It’s too bad that R.I.T. has to be the mixed (deaf and hearing) college with the highest population of deaf students.  Us geeks are quite shy, and even the ones who want to include the deaf and hard-of-hearing (or vice versa), aren’t apt to do so.

While on the subject of the deaf and hard-of-hearing, at the “Two Worlds” seminar-thingy, the controversy of the cochlear implant came up.  I guess some deaf people are proud of their condition, and they feel that those who accept the cochlear implant are denouncing the deaf community.  To me, this sounds like bullshit.  I can’t imagine how anyone would abandon the deaf community just because they could hear.  Also, you can’t blame someone for trying to be “normal”.  If I was lacking a sense, especially if I had lost it and could remember a time when I had it, I would probably do anything shy of killing a man just to get it back, if even for a moment.  Sure when I eat cafeteria food, I wish I couldn’t taste, or when I drive through the country, I wish I couldn’t smell the manure, but if I actually couldn’t taste or smell, I’d be very distraught.  To shun someone for trying to gain or regain a sense is an extremely selfish act, in my opinion.  I see the cochlear implant as a way for the quality of life of the deaf population to increase, not as a device meant to vanquish all deaf culture.  This invention could be priceless to children who must otherwise grow up different and teased.  Everyone at R.I.T., especially the deaf community, knows how mean children can be, and denying anyone who could benefit from the cochlear implant is a terrible course of action.

But that’s just my opinion.

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

My new lava lamp looks like an aborted fetus in a jar.

I wish I was kidding.

Well, I’m all settled in my dorm, and I’ve made a few friends.  We had a Super Smash Bros. Melee tournament last night, and I didn’t win.  I missed out on a lot in Frewsburg.  (Quick note to native Frewsburgers: You all suck at Super Smash Bros., and I would’ve won if I had better cannon fodder back home.)  …Not that I’m bitter.

I’ve elected to not bring a television to the dorm, just my TV tuner, and it was a great choice.  I just set it up to record The Colbert Report daily.  I’ll find out later if I did it right.

Update: 21:45 9/1/2006
Nearly everyone on the floor (minus the Counter Strikers) did laundry together in the tunnels, and we brought a GameCube to play Super Smash Bros. Melee.  We got the strangest looks, and most flattering compliments.  Some of those guys were just jealous that they hadn’t thought of it.  Anyway, I had done my laundry the day before, and I just went down to kick some ass.  I won every single game I was in.  I pwn.  I think that there is going to be even more SSB:M later tonight, but I’m not sure if I will participate.  Probably.

The Colbert Report recorded perfectly, as my roommate Bryon informed me.  The speakers came on suddenly, and he was a little worried.  I don’t blame him.

Sunday, August 06, 2006

“By order of the prophet / We ban that boogie sound; / Degenerate the faithful / With that crazy casbah sound.”

“Rock the Casbah”, The Clash, Combat Rock (1982)

Well, Matt F.’s graduation party is tomorrow, and I can think of nothing to get him.  I feel bad just defaulting to card + $5, but considering most of my friends got be less than that, it’s feeling more appropriate with each lazy thought.  I found some art-y crap in my room while cleaning that I’m going to give to Jamis.  I should have gotten rid of it ages ago; I guess my hatred of art is only matched by my laziness.  (I know you’ll read this, Jamis, but what art-y crap did I find?  You’ll never know!…  until your graduation party.)

I’m starting to get concerned about college, or more accurately college life.  I almost envy the J.C.C. attendees, they will resume their normal lives, just at a new school, like Higher School.  (Okay, that sounds like a bad Wayan’s brothers movie, but you get the idea.)  I’ve always hated change and effort, and that’s all that college is!  I try to convince myself that all of the geeks and high speed internet will be worth it (maybe I can even find a lasting relationship, rather than a weeklong high school fling, which are few and far between), but nothing beats getting up a noon, doing nothing all day, and complaining when I have a graduation party to go to.  College will probably be the greatest thing to ever happen to me, especially considering the hell that was high school (and middle school and elementary school; kindergarten was pretty good).  I got my schedule in the mail, and I’ve put it in my Mozilla Sunbird calendar.  I’ll upload it to Photobucket, and put it in the About Me post.

Edit: I know that the image is too wide; deal with it.
Edit2: Or buy a widescreen monitor.  :)

Monday, July 10, 2006

“The world just does not fit conveniently into the format of a 35mm camera.”

W. Eugene Smith

Ah, graduation… that was great…  About two or three of the pictures my mom took came out.  The lighting was terrible, and my good camera broke, so she had to use a disposable one.

Okay, that last paragraph was written on the 7th (as planned), but I got distracted by Brian’s party, and preparations for my own party.  I guess it’s more work, than I imagined.  My family did a great job with the vast majority of the work, while I snuck away to the Reidys’ to launch my rocket (if you know what I mean).  (I actually launched a rocket.  It was cool.  Wal-Mart is a better rocket builder than most of the Reidys.)

So, yeah.  The after-grad party was pretty much uneventful.  The only things that were any fun were the arcade and the Lazer Tag.  I forgot how much ass I pwn in arcade shooters.  Also, Trap League helped out a lot!  …I just noticed that I concluded that an outdoor, semi-productive activity helped improve my video game skills.  …I am a geek.

Thursday, July 06, 2006

Okay, I have an excuse this time.

A week or so ago, I had written this long post about graduation parties, graduation, and other crap, but before I had the chance to spell-check, grammar-check, fact-check, etc. I went to Wal-Mart with my mom.  Unfortunately, I had updated with Windows Update, and I had kept clicking the “Restart Later” button without thinking.  While I was at Wal-Mart, the computer restarted itself, and I lost my post.  (By the way, Blogger’s “Recover post” option isn’t worth it’s weight in shit.)  So this is my attempt to rewrite the old post and add a little, as well.  Don’t expect dates; I’m trying to do this in reverse-chronological order, but I’m not quite certain that it’s correct.

Drew and Emily’s graduation party was pretty fun, I played a good amount of volleyball and ultimate frisbee.  I got smoked by Dan R. full speed once, and that felt great.  I was pretty sore, but then I realized that it was Dan’s head that landed on my side (Dan’s pretty short), and I felt bad for him.  It was no one’s fault; we were both going for the frisbee.

Denise’s party wasn’t spectacular, but then again, I left at around 11:00, when all my friends stayed the night.  I’m somewhat glad I left, though, because Sami and Kyle were all flirty (though, Sami is pretty flirty with just about anybody), and Brian was with Jessica, preventing him from having time for his friends.  (My friends and I bitch about Brian spending too much time with Jessica, but I’m sure that we all would do the same, given the chance.  In fact, I hear that before I joined that group of friends, Forrest was the same way with his now ex-girlfriend, and he bitches about Brian as much as anybody.)

Kim’s graduation party had volleyball, too, but the real attraction was the piñata full of contraceptives and lubricants.  Kim was so pissed off, and I don’t blame her, especially because there were little kids there.  Not as odd as the piñata, but odd nonetheless, there was karaoke there, and it wasn’t as bad as one would expect (execpt for that guy who sang “Freebird”).  Sheri Lynn (my apologies if I spelled that wrong) did an amazing job on two Michelle Branch songs, and some guy (a friend of Kim’s, I suppose) sang two songs very well, though now I can’t remember what the were.  Maybe one was by Staind, but I’m not sure.

On the way to Kim’s party, I accidentally stumbled upon Katie A.’s party.  Rather than turn around and leave in embarrassment, I grabbed my card for Denise, took it out of the envelope, and gave it to Katie.  Smooth, huh?  It’s a good thing that I’m too lazy to write stuff in people’s cards.

Well, that’s enough for today.  Tomorrow I’ll post about graduation and the after-grad party.  Stay tuned.  Same Bat-time, same Bat-channel.  (A very poor turn of phrase, I know, but being witty is hard.)

Monday, May 29, 2006

“If I could be a superhero…”

Stephen Lynch, “Superhero”, Superhero

Due to lack of posts (which is due to lack of eventful happenings), I’ve decided to make a list of what my superpowers would be if I were to become a superhero.  (Yes, I’m really bored.  I’m trying to do my Economics homework, but it’s just too boring.  When am I ever going to use that crap?)  I think that this list, though seemingly meaningless, shines a light onto my complicated personality.  …or maybe I stayed up until 4:30 last night watching Fresh Prince of Bel-Air on Nick at Nite, and now I’m a little out of it, whatever.

StrengthsWeaknesses
full moonsun
caffeineNutrasweet/Splenda
peace and quiet (with music, of course)stupid people, large groups, women

Come to think of it, I’d make a shitty superhero.  If I was Superman, I would probably spend all of my time in the Fortress of Solitude, and Lois Lane would be dead in a week.  I’d be too busy thinking of something clever to say to her to actually save her from whatever trap Lex Luthor put her in.  (Note to self, go see Superman Returns on June 30th, even if retarded friends decide it’s too rainy or some other bullshit.)

Monday, May 15, 2006

“24 centimeters, Data’s fully functional.”

Futuristic Sex Robotz “The Positronic Pimp” Hotel Coral Essex

Long live free music!  This band called the Futuristic Sex Robotz has been releasing “Gangster Nerd Rap” via the Creative Commons License (read: free).  Not only that, but it is completely legal to distribute, remix, parody, etc. with absolutely no need for royalties/permission.  It would be illegal for me to sell burned copies of Hotel Coral Essex, but I could legally make remixes and sell those (because of the huge market for remixed “Gangster Nerd Rap” here in Frewsburg).  I hope that this format of music is embraced in the future, and not squashed by the RIAA.  (Note the song: “Fuck the MPAA.”)

On a totally different note, I went to Forrest’s huge bon fire last Saturday night.  At one point, there was 19 people there.  I loved the midgit/German feud that went on between Kyle F. and Stephen P. 

About the Fun with Dick and Jane ISO, I used Xvid to recompress it to ~760 MB.  The quality is great, and my hard drive suffers just a little bit less.  I really need a 250 GB SATA HDD soon.  (Abbreviations galore!)

Sunday, April 30, 2006

Quentin Tarantino is fucking retarded.

I went to Sami F.’s birthday party last night.  Aside from the initial awkward silences, it was a really fun time.  Laser Tag, though unfairly divided team-wise, was a blast.  I was totally mediocre in one of the four games!  Anyway, next time I go, I’m bringing a clean shirt and deodorant.  Every one of us was sweating like madness.

Well, I’ve spent a week’s worth of shitty DSL-Lite bandwidth downloading a full DVD rip of Fun with Dick and Jane (3.90 GB), and we ended up watching it at Sami’s house before the Laser Tag (and also, after).  Maybe I'll still keep it, I don’t know yet.

Before the second viewing of Fun with Dick and Jane was Hostel, Quentin Tarantino’s latest glorified shit-pile to be released on DVD.  The best part of the entire movie was when it showed some guy watching Pulp Fiction, one of the greatest movies ever (that and Boondock Saints).  The rest was either softcore porn, poor special effects gore, or plot holes that could envelope a house.  At one point, a van begins moving before you hear the ignition!  I’m just glad that I didn’t pay the $5 or whatever to rent it.  Then, when Sami was complaining about all of the breasts, Brian asked her whose idea it was to watch Hostel, and she said Cavan recommended it.  Well what do you expect from Cavan?!