| 1 may 2002 hm. the other day when i used the word "euclidean," i may have meant to say "cartesian." whoops. you know, it's kind of annoying when i get up early for a meeting at work, and when i arrive, i find out that the meeting has been postponed. what a fucking nuisance. so at our bowling nights we usually set up teams. lately, i've been more aware of the fact that there's an actual competition, and the participants have been distributed pretty well, making for some good games. last night, i think i got a little carried away with team spirit... i would cheer when someone on my team did well, and i would cheer when someone on the other team would mess up. after doing the latter, i noticed that nelson was eyeing me very sternly. he didn't say anything, but i got this disapproving look from him. hm. yeah, maybe i took it overboard. it's quite unsportsmanlike to cheer another team's mistake at something like a friendly game of bowling, right? so anyways, i toned it down. yesterday i started reading slashdot. it's basically a collection of random geek-related articles, and some of the stuff was pretty interesting. there was on article that claimed, "essentially, 60% of the web changes every 3 months." of course, the study, which was done using google searches, may not be entirely valid, but that hypothesis is interesting nonetheless. so i was thinking about it last night, and i kind of got depressed. i mean, we're creating so much new information (apparently losing it at the same time). for whatever reason, i feel sad to know that we spend so much time creating something that ultimately gets lost forever. and regarding the information itself, i have this incredible desire to be informed about the world, and i want to know about *everything*. yet, it's an impossible task, and even if i could blaze through every scrap of information out there, i know it would be a waste of time. i mean, like all mediums, most of the stuff out there is crap. so it's basically one of those "i crave it but i know it's bad" type of deal. anyways, that train of thought was so much more eloquent last night. i think the word "entropy" came into play. i'm munching on my fourth subway sandwich in the past 6 days. i on a serious subway kick right now. it's probably because i'm tired of greasy burgers, and as much as i avoid vegetables, i find myself wanting something fresh for a change. the only problem is, there's a high degree of variance when it comes to subway sandwiches. like, one big mac or whopper is pretty much the same as the other. but at subway, there's always something different; sometimes i don't get enough pickles or green peppers, other times they put too much southwest sauce on, etc. or i forget to ask for extra salt and pepper (which is vital at subway). i tend to micromanage my sandwich makers, and i'm sure i must get pretty annoying. but dammit, i have consumer sovereignty! every time i hear creed's "my sacrifice," i start to cringe. and then i want to slap the singer. and then i change the radio station. i think it's the manufactured drama of the song, and the fact that it's been used way too many times as the soundtrack for some cheesy triumphing-through-adversity sports montage. *pukes* why does it feel so good to take a dump sometimes? i read somewhere that for a woman, there are about as many nerve endings in the anus as there are in the clitoris, blah blah blah, and the conclusion is that "duh, anal sex MUST feel good." ok. for men, i'm assuming that there are a large number of nerve endings in the ass as well. but you know, there's never been a time when i've taken a dump and proclaimed, "holy bejeezus, my sphincter feels orgasmic!" usually the pleasure is the relief i feel when i've unloaded something that had been weighing me down. hm. food for thought. so my psychiatrist's nurse called me today and said that my doctor thinks my little shock flashes are indeed withdrawal effects. and they might last for a few weeks. yuck. while driving to bowling last night, it was pretty bad. every few seconds, i got a full-body microtwitch. i was scanning some google keywords that people have used to get to my site, and two disturbing ones are "pictures of bulimic people" and "how to kill someone with an air rifle." what is wrong with you people? i've been an amazon slut recently. i have no fewer than four pending orders. yesterday, i read on slashdot that the transformers are making a comeback. in fact, rhino records released a dvd set of the entire first season. i started drooling. but then i held back in ordering the set because i really don't know if i'll react to the cartoons as favorably as i did when i was a kid. case in point: i currently own a 9-dvd set of the original japanese _macross_ series. hm. i watched five minutes of the first episode, and it was just so dated and lame-looking. so yeah, i'm going to hold off on ordering any more nostalgic cartoons. i did, however, order _transformers: the movie_. i never got to see if when i was a kid, and i could never find it in video stores. i hear optimus prime dies. how tragic. people in high school used to call me "dardamus prime." on my first webpage back in college, i had this one page that listed all my nicknames and their origins. that's the one page i wish i had archived before they axed my site after graduation. but anyways, the funniest/strangest one was given to me by k1's dad one night. i think i had just been introduced to her family, and he didn't quite remember my name, so he was like, "hey... um, is your name dah-TAY?" dude. dahtay? did i look french or something? i was checking out yaccs, and i was playing around with the idea of adding a comment section to my entries. hm. while i think it'd be great to make it easier for people to leave little messages and make it more conducive for holding mini-discussions, i am sort of leaning against it because of all the stupid people out there. after seeing how some of my friends' comment sections have degenerated from time to time, it's obvious that there are quite a lot of dumbshits out there. oh well. it's a price we have to pay for the freedom of the internet, right? cool. i just got a picture from last night's bowling outing. (um. i'm writing this last but putting the picture first.) our team (me, mike, rita, and geoff) lost by a miniscule 3 pins in the first game, but we blew the doors open with a team four-bagger to start the second. (our team, the "rice bowlers," was dubbed such by rita. it was a punny and innocuous alternative to the names i came up with last week, "cameltoes" and "muffdivers.") photo is courtesy of rita or mike. |
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