Judging someone is like looking into a mirror, because all you really see is a reflection of yourself.
Judging someone is like looking into a mirror, because all you really see is a reflection of yourself.
I just took a spontaneous break from my physics lab to take apart the dryer door and screw it on the other way, just because I thought it was facing the wrong way. Our dryer is located to the left of the washer, but the hinges of the door are on the right. This means that when you open it up, the door is kind of in between the washer and the opening of the dryer.
After a quick examination, it was apparent that the dryer door (like most) was intended to be reversible. Fortunately, I had a handy-dandy phillips screwdriver in my room that was the perfect size. I went and got it and had the thing fixed in 15 minutes.
I made a T-shirt design today: http://www.cafepress.com/thisnos
Chances are, you get it, but don't find it particularly funny. Oh well, I still think it was cool just because it shows just how quickly one can create and sell merchandise these days. The joke itself is something a friend of mine used to say all the time, but the humor dies somewhat when written out.
Usually and Unusually are not perfect opposites, despite appearing so based on their root and prefix. Indeed, usual and unusual are mostly the same, but somehow making this adjective into an adverb changed that.
Just think about it:
I've come to realize that the more distracted you get, the easier it is to get even more sidetracked. It would appear that distractions are, in fact, less engaging and thus easier to be drawn away from. The farther you get from your initial purpose, the less external idea or activity it takes to get you farther. I thought this was interesting - not particularly groundbreaking, but kind of a "Hmm... Yeah"
If there is any of something, it can be said that that thing exists, right? Well, a phrase heard now and then is "There's nothing in there". This would mean that there's definitely some nothing. Does that mean that nothing exists?
At some point, I intend to set up two gmail accounts just temporarily. These accounts will each be set to forward to each other. Then, as soon as one of the accounts gets a single email, the email will be sent back and forth until there are thousands of copies in each inbox! Eventually, something will happen to stop this, but until it does, it'll look pretty cool. The process could be escalated by turning on not only normal forwarding, but filter-based forwarding and POP-3/IMAP, as well as sending multiple messages.
I'll post the results here when I do it.
I was on a bunch of drugs - so much that I barely remember it. I lay reclined in a chair in a wash of light with sunglasses on. I had two ladies attending to me.
And now... I look like The Godfather.
We've all asked the question "Why is the sky blue?"
I want to know... Is it blue on every planet with an atmosphere?
Why must waffles be kept in the freezer but not bread? Why?
"...what's the difference between the two?"
I think it would be really really awesomely nicely super clever if somebody created a car or device that would allow for the car doors to be opened (in snowy weather or post-snowfall) without snow falling all over the seat. Hmph.
I've been really super busy with web design type stuff lately, so haven't managed to post. Shame on me. Anyway, heres something I have laying around that I wrote and it's kinda neat.
and as we near, we near even more. exposed to things, we become like them. we take on their traits. we believe them. spending time around things makes us tied stronger to them, and it influences our thoughts, so that we are oriented towards them. everything we think is thought with relevance to what we are oriented by. even when we think of something that has nothing to do with our current orientation, we suddenly come up with a reason why it does. if we are not in the prescence of the thing or person of our focus, we will then switch to a new orientation, based on what we are now surrounded by.
this also holds extremely true with love, on both ends:
if we are around someone for a long period of time, we grow closer to him/her, and likewise, if out of his/her presence for a long period of time, we will find ourselves first becoming lonely, and then eventually caring less. The loneliness is caused by the confusion of being oriented toward someone, and then having him/her not be there anymore. after awhile, we are used to not being near this person, and the loneliness (usually) decreases.
on the other end (going along with the second section of the first paragraph) people whom we love influence our decisions. the stronger the love, the stronger the influence. this can be extremely confusing, especially when we realize that we are being influenced and wonder if that person really matters to this decision.
If a door is sealed shut so that it really has no ability to open, is it still a door?
I had a big debate about this with my friends at supper one night. Some argued that it remained a door, still. Another idea was that it was a "post-door" as in it used to be a door. Naturally, that means it is a door no longer.
Despite posing the question in a neutral manner, I know that I took the side of it being no longer a door. The key to answering a philosophical question like this is having a perfect definition of everything. A door could be defined as something that opens to let people (or other things) through. This would mean that it is no longer a door. However, if the definition was modified only slightly, to something that was designed to open and let people through then it would still have a chance - unless you count the sealing as redesign with the intention of no longer letting people through.
Eventually you reach the conclusion that because a door is only a vague idea in the human conscious, the question cannot really be answered.
I have managed to get my Ipod Shuffle (2nd gen. orange) to be completely full - 0 bytes free space. This was actually quite an accident, as I was just clearing some songs off to make room for new ones, when I realized that I had done this perfectly.
To update my shuffle, rather than using iTunes, I use a simple open-source python program called iPod Shuffle Database Builder. This little (19KB) program allows me to treat my shuffle just like a normal mp3 player, dragging and dropping the songs on using Windows Explorer (or Nautilus if I'm in Linux). This means that I don't have to open up the great memory hog that is iTunes - I don't even have it installed since I wiped my computer. It also means that my songs are stored in a logical folder hierarchy that makes it easy to offload them to my friends' computers. Naturally, it also allows to me to get songs from other people directly. For a power-user with a shuffle, this program is a must-have.
I have a theory which is actually pretty simple, but it does a lot to explain self-worth. It is best expressed with a picture like this:
Essentially, how much you like yourself is the overlap between who you are (or who you think you are) and who you want to be.
I have also found a strong correlation between self-worth and happiness, mostly in myself. My two little circles happen to be almost completely covering one another, which results in me thinking i'm absolutely great! Naturally, there still are a few parts that stick out here and there (I'm working on them) but all in all my self-worth is really high.
Sometimes I have problems because my high self-esteem makes me somewhat arrogant. This is a side of myself I try not to let loose. This is a daily struggle not to let confidence overwhelm modesty.
Okay, so it's not really that exciting, but it is useful for someone who makes use of a rhyming dictionary on a regular basis. For users of Stylish or Greasemonkey or if you're just curious, it's here.
All it does is hide the really obscure words that you never use, but this is helpful when trying to scan lists of rhymes for a word that works nicely. Most of the rare ones are completely archaic and I don't even know what they mean.
This afternoon and evening, I spent most of my time writing the lyrics for some tunes for a musical that I'm working on with Sean from Figgy's Fascinations. He had an idea to make what is essentially "High School Musical without the sugary disney crap."
We finished a song about Mondays, then started a number that is two characters having a massive fight. This lead to much amusement as we thought of how silly life would be if people actually broke into song to have an arguement. It truly would be amazing if life was a musical... not that that's an original thought, but still.
We found writing the songs extremely fulfilling and satisfying. I recommend poetry to anybody who wants to relieve stress.
I also realized while typing the url to Sean's blog that the letters from spot can be anagrammed to form:
I am severly frustrated with whoever is responsible for Windows XP having a connected status of Not Connected. When the fellows at Microsoft were developing the wireless network manager, they decided that one way a computer could be connected to the internet is to not be connected.
Allow you to lead you through a short story. I arrive at my father's condo, stay overnight and wake up happily today. I turned on my computer this afternoon to check my vitals, but was promptly greeted with this screen.
Note that the boldened status is typically used by Windows to denote that it is Connected, Acquiring Network Address, or Verifying Identity with that network. However, some fool decided that if your computer tried and failed (usually for me caused by problems with Wireless-N) to connect to a network, that this should count as being connected. Of course, you aren't actually connected, so they need to use Not Connected. Here's the worst thing...
If you click on the network, the Disconnect button activates. Click on that, and the above appears. Now, wait a minute - how are you supposed to disconnect from something you aren't connected to in the first place? After "disconnecting", the manager decided it was now Not Connected to the admour1 network. I click on bruce to try to connect to it again, and it tried for awhile...
After this screen for a minute or so, my computer returned to looking like the first one - still Not Connected - and I was rather frustrated. My virus program then popped up informing me that it had just updated my virus definitions - which requires internet, of course. I promptly went to my browser and went to my favorite webcomic XKCD, which loaded fine. Google Talk then told me what new emails I have, but my computer still thinks it is Not Connected.
Environmental Systems class today:
We were talking about plate tectonics, and how the north and south poles of the earth are likely to switch any time.
Brin: "So, like, it could happen tomorrow?"
Mr Dick: "Any time - it could happen today... it could happen last monday if you get the time machine working again"
Me: "What, he broke it?"
Mr Dick: "Yes, we told you that last week, but you forgot."
Me: "No, you just haven't told me last week yet."
I love spontaneous improv. See, improv where you get up on stage doesn't truly count in my opinion, because it's structured, planned, improvisation. Real improvisation can happen at any moment, as long as theres at least two people. Do something like that by yourself and they put you in the loony bin.
Earlier this evening, somebody was talking about a movie where the entire thing is told from four different peoples' points of view. It was something about stopping terrorism, but not a documentary. Around the same time as this happened, somebody else said the word twin and I had a really interesting thought:
Do one of those weird point of view movies, but have two of the characters (there could be others) be identical twins. If you kept names out, or used "Mr. Jingleheimer" or something, the audience would assume that it was the same person who had some sort of multiple personality disorder. Then, sometime midway through the movie, reveal somehow that it is in fact twins!
Okay, you're all going to think I'm nuts for noticing this one, but here it is:
Many movies are pretty lame these days, so I came up with an idea that just tops them all off. It would be a typical movie about a sports underdog or something, except the sport would be hopscotch - speed hopscotch or something. I can just picture one of the final scenes where the main character gets up and throws the rock and it lands in a spot it never lands normally, so he or she must struggle to complete the run. Lame or what?
I hereby place copyright on this idea so that if it ever comes out I can sue whoever produces it. Or, maybe I'll just make them give me an entire theatre to myself and my friends on opening night... hmm...
It's extremely frustrating to be partway through a day you weren't looking forward to then wake up and realize you have to start all over.
I have just noticed a shocking similarity in the tunes of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and the common tune used for the English alphabet (and French, I believe).