This morning on my way to work, I spent some time behind a police truck. This particular truck was towing one of those automated “You are going this fast” machines, probably to some far-away location. I wished it had been on. Would it show negative speeds? Could I get my speed within 1 mph of the speed of the truck?
Unanswered questions.
The lack of words that I come up with when I want to discuss my upcoming wedding is almost scary. I feel nervous, but not about being married; about the wedding itself. The timer at the bottom of this page is going to be basically useless for the next week. Sorry, chumps.
Ever since I got my CCNA certification, I’ve been seeing the OSI networking model everywhere. In human interaction, for example. Eyeballs (and photons) make up the physical layer. The part of your brain that interprets the images into faces and bodies constitute the datalink layer. The portion of the brain that then identifies people and matches names to them (sometimes inaccurately) is the network layer. This analogy continues with the session layer – holding a conversation – and even all the way to the application layer – where you can have a long-term relationship with other individuals over many conversations and meetings.
I skipped some layers because the metaphor isn’t perfect, but it’s pretty close.
If you freeze water chestnuts, do they become ice chestnuts?
Are puns funny in sign language? Answer in rot13: Chaf ner arire shaal.
This weekend has been the best weekend of my life. I graduated from college, in what I considered to be a huge ceremony, but others might dismiss as trivial. I also received a job offer from Priceline. It’s hard to imagine that next year, I’ll be solely in the Real World, with no classes, no homework, no tests or exams, no Academic Integrity agreements, no syllabi, no GPA, and no Tuesday-night parties. It’ll be like a different planet.
Someone asked me about Ow, My Foot! today, after seeing the wonderful mug my wonderful fianceé made for me four years ago. I thought about the one-dollar bottomless coffees. I thought about the sharp December breeze and the dingy downtown funk. I remembered Dilbert and Flash Gordon inspired almost-spoken word. I remember Vanilla Steamed Moo. I smell the people, I feel the carpet, I taste the angst and the hippies and the yuppies.
“It was a band I was in,” I told him. I wiped a tear from my eye.
You’d think I’d be excited that graduation is a mere nine days away. But in all truthfulness, the stress over the job situation, the wedding, and the mystery of where M and I will end up has been preventing me from really enjoying the fact that I’m done with seventeen years of “organized education”.
Should I be excited about Episode 2? I’m still trying to decide.
Okay, so I’m giving in and updating. Thanks for the boot in the pants, Chris.
The wedding invitations are out, and people have started receiving them. The wedding is in about two and a half months. I’m two weeks from the end of college classes, and a month (and one day) from Commencement. I’d like to find a job in the next month, but it’s no easier now than it was six months ago. Anyone need a CCNA certified Network Engineer with lots of UNIX and programming experience? (I’ll pass the BSCN by graduation, and am interested in pursuing my CCNP)
It’s too hot.
MrSplatz: dude, update your blog Plutor: bite me
Back from a nice relaxing spring break. Played some paintball, did some cleaning, and top it all off with a visit to M and wintry Rochester.
Splatta sliced up his hand something awful today while assembling his mom’s new computer. He’s got some non-greusome pictures up on his webpage, and I hope to see the bloody scar when the bandage comes off. Stay tuned!
“Love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking together in the same direction.” - Antoine de Saint-Exupery
I love you, M.
Jeremy named his mice. The parents had been named 0 (zero) and 1 (one). The babies are Ada, Erlang, Eiffel, Perl, Pascal, Python, Ruby, and the currently unnamed female that Karl’s girlfriend is getting.
Tragically, three of the babies were lost. We’d like to post-humously name them ALGOL, BCPL, and APL.
I spent two long cold days tenderizing my rear and my knees, so I feel very soft right now. For a while it hurt to sit down, but I think I’ve gotten past the worst of it. Thanks to my buddy Splatta for inviting me, and to my considerate, brave, and (most of all) beautiful fiancee, M, for spending a lot of money and taking the 5 hour drive (each way) to do something we weren’t even sure she’d enjoy.
In other news, I got my Firewire card, so don’t be surprised if you see some short video of little ol' me doing something foolish here sometime soon.