Thursday, December 16, 2004
QotD:
"College radio can pretty much be summed up in five words:
Dead air, um, dead air."
-Strong Bad, http://www.homestarrunner.com/sbemail120.html
"College radio can pretty much be summed up in five words:
Dead air, um, dead air."
-Strong Bad, http://www.homestarrunner.com/sbemail120.html
Monday, December 13, 2004
I'm home in Maryland. My sleep cycle is still FUBAR, but I'm hoping to stabilize by tomorrow.
So far, I have done nothing but sleep, unpack, watch some TV/movies, and browse the course offerings for next quarter.
My friends at U. MD. are taking exams this week, so they're out of commission.
I really need to do my Christmas shopping.
But first, sleep.
So far, I have done nothing but sleep, unpack, watch some TV/movies, and browse the course offerings for next quarter.
My friends at U. MD. are taking exams this week, so they're out of commission.
I really need to do my Christmas shopping.
But first, sleep.
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
Today, I had my first haircut since the summer. I think it looks good; it definitely looks shorter. What I really want is a barber who can just trim a bit of the length off; my preferred length is longer than they cut it by about a month of growth, which forces me to get haircuts infrequently.
Great news: the dorm plumber stopped by today to ask how the heating pipes were last night. I told him that they made no noise last night. (As recently as Friday night/Saturday morning, they were so loud that they woke up the entire side of the hall around 6am and woke me up successively at 4am, 6am, and 10am. But they have varied a lot from day to day.)
Anyway, he said that he thinks they "found the problem" and "are trying something" that should fix it. They're not going to replace all the pipes over winter break, as he had previously proposed, but I'm not sure that the particular pipes in the rooms are the cause of the problem, so that's OK.
Hopefully this problem will finally be resolved. I'm getting tired of using earplugs... I think my ears are full of wax that I've been stuffing down with the earplugs. (eeewww... yes I know)
Great news: the dorm plumber stopped by today to ask how the heating pipes were last night. I told him that they made no noise last night. (As recently as Friday night/Saturday morning, they were so loud that they woke up the entire side of the hall around 6am and woke me up successively at 4am, 6am, and 10am. But they have varied a lot from day to day.)
Anyway, he said that he thinks they "found the problem" and "are trying something" that should fix it. They're not going to replace all the pipes over winter break, as he had previously proposed, but I'm not sure that the particular pipes in the rooms are the cause of the problem, so that's OK.
Hopefully this problem will finally be resolved. I'm getting tired of using earplugs... I think my ears are full of wax that I've been stuffing down with the earplugs. (eeewww... yes I know)
Jay Lovinger, ESPN.com's poker columnist, observed that there seem to be no poker jokes. (That is, unless you count Steven Wright's line, "I played poker last night... with Tarot cards. I got a full house and four people died."
That said, I found a poker joke online:
A man walks into a bar and notices a poker game at the far table. Upon closer inspection he sees a dog sitting at the table with cards and chips in front of it. When the next hand begins, he's amazed to see the dog is also dealt to, and even more amazed when the dog acts in turn with all the other players, calling, raising, discarding, everything the other human players are doing.
After several minutes the man, no longer able to hold his tongue, quietly says to one of the players, "I can't believe that dog is playing poker, he must be the smartest dog in the world!"
The player smiles and responds, "He isn't that smart. Every time he gets a good hand he wags his tail!"
It got a chuckle out of me. But then, I have the "Dogs Playing Poker" poster in my room.
That said, I found a poker joke online:
A man walks into a bar and notices a poker game at the far table. Upon closer inspection he sees a dog sitting at the table with cards and chips in front of it. When the next hand begins, he's amazed to see the dog is also dealt to, and even more amazed when the dog acts in turn with all the other players, calling, raising, discarding, everything the other human players are doing.
After several minutes the man, no longer able to hold his tongue, quietly says to one of the players, "I can't believe that dog is playing poker, he must be the smartest dog in the world!"
The player smiles and responds, "He isn't that smart. Every time he gets a good hand he wags his tail!"
It got a chuckle out of me. But then, I have the "Dogs Playing Poker" poster in my room.
Monday, December 06, 2004
QotD:
"If you really didn't like someone, could you get the Dance Dance Revolution play mat and then play Dance Dance Revolution on their grave?"
(Explanation: Dance Dance Revolution is an unconventional video game that involves physically dancing on a special sensitive pad as the player follows on-screen instructions from, like, Britney Spears. Here's a picture of the game in an arcade.)
"If you really didn't like someone, could you get the Dance Dance Revolution play mat and then play Dance Dance Revolution on their grave?"
(Explanation: Dance Dance Revolution is an unconventional video game that involves physically dancing on a special sensitive pad as the player follows on-screen instructions from, like, Britney Spears. Here's a picture of the game in an arcade.)
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