Why is it that whenever I have time better spent doing something other than working on the computer, I spend working on the computer. I donno, there’s probably a support group out there for it somewhere.
Last weekend was spent doing stuff. I finally fixed a problem in some of our code (not my fault, you silly missing “_”!) and then did some linux installs/setups for some friends of mine. I even was foolish enough to say something along the lines of “I’ll get it all ready for you”… oh woe is me. Oh well, it’ll be relatively fun, when I have free time that is š
So without divulging any company [archive.org link] secrets, I’ll tell you what I am doing over the next day or so: I was sent over to [CENSORED] to help [CENSORED] [CENSORED]. I’m [CENSORED]ing him get some things [CENSORED] for [CENSORED] with my great skills. Well, attempting to anyway š
Hope that helped. Needless to say the [CENSORED] over was beautiful, but very noisy. Oh, and they only have 1 ply here…. this is made up for by having the extended cable channels, so I can watch things like:
- Babylon 5 (I have no idea where in the 4 seasons the episode “Dust to Dust” is so it really means nothing to me, except Mr. Sulu is making a guest appearence as some sort of psychic supercop, sans russian accent (my favorite line so far “Can we wound him, just a little?” — Ivanova)). The over-explaining could use some toning down.
- People’s court (they still play this? Why can’t they bring back the court show with that guy and that girl and the other guy and the big bald guy?)
- Some show with Mr. T. (the length of time needed to see him was about all I watched of it)
- The show that the martial arts master Sammo and has-been Arsinio Hall (again, watched only long enough to see what it was)
- A Hanson music video (channel changed in approximately 0.00000000000000000001ns)
- Jay Leno. His most amusing section was going to a college (UCLA) and asking the students (“these are the smartest times of your life!” (you can’t say “well, I knew this stuff when I was in school”)) political questions. This was hilarious. They’ve got some guy who claims to be a wide reciever (just proving my “dumb jock” theory) who can’t even tell them who the first president was. Hell, even I know that, it was Einstien. Some girl who is a communications major who even stated “I’m not as dumb as I sound” (erhm… ok), and I pray she isn’t as dumb as she sounds, or else she’d need someone else to help tie her shoes in the mornings.
I’d like to officially submit my annoyance to TLC for putting “Robot Wars” on at the ungodly hour of 11pm on Sundays. How the hell am I supposed to get any sleep to prepare for a monday morning when I’m up till after midnight watching cool british TV (hosted by Lister of Red Dwarf!). At least they have the curtesy to put “Junkyard Wars” on at 9pm-11pm on Wednesdays. Sure, I’m still up till 11, but at least it’s a wednesday, so there’s not much chance of me getting any worse than I already am.
I’m lying in bed, thinking I should be either going to sleep, starting to read Enders Game, reading my SSL manual(s) (gotta love 800 pages of light reading), or producing something more interesting on this laptop of mine than sitting in a text editor and writing my journal. I should probably be writing reports, code, or something more resembling of real work.
Remember a couple of weeks ago I wondered out loud who creates us. Who is our soul the product of. This sort of thing is not a religious question, but more of a philisophical one. I know that certain bits of my current way of doing things, saying things, etc, are taken from people from my past, my parents, relatives, little actions or gestures or ways of saying things that I thought were funny, interesting, stern, or something, and have slowly integrated them into what and how I say and do things.
Now in that, are these bits of other people still them, or are they part of me. What happens when we remove the little motions? Can I wittle myself down to what is “truly” me? What would I be left with? Perhaps just the little dreams (well, demented ones judging from what I remember and write down) that we all have are some sort of insight into the pure and unblemished “you”. Or maybe it’s when you lie comatose, between sleep and dreams, with nothing going on in your mind at all. Maybe that’s the real you, because everything else really belongs to someone else.
That said, it’s 1am, the alarm is set amazingly early, and I have some dreams to catch up with.