I am (sometimes)

Haha. We just had a totally freakin' sweet Friday night. Kelsea and I went over to Julia's and we got to toast champagne to the Sci Fi channel. The shows were great - all to-be-continueds, of course. Ahh. Amazing.


Oh, and Julia has the best corner ever in her apartment. I'm not joking. It was beautiful.

Ugh. You know how I said I was in a good mood? I changed my mind. I just finished watching What the Bleep do we Know?. I'm so glad I didn't rent it. These people so do not deserve my money. Or anyone's money. In fact, I'm quite offended that it did well enough to even get a wide release. The whole thing was a crock. I'll admit, I was a little skeptical to begin with, so I did have a critical eye. But no amount of rose tint could help this steaming pile of dog shit. The whole thing was a non-sequitur. And not in the good way like the comic. They started off "arguing" that people don't and can't know anything at all. The whole time they just made random assertions. They didn't even try to make even a poor argument. I get no respect. It suppose it the second part of th beginning wasn't too bad, I guess, at least they talked about quantum physics. They misinterpreted a lot of quantum physics. Their conclusion that an outside observer defined reality because an observer was required to collapse quantum waves was acceptable. And by that I mean I understand how they could have made this mistake. I don't think it's right that this observer must be a consciousness. As far as I know, it just requires interaction with something else, like a photon. And the whole point is, it doesn't need to collapse. They also claimed that we could look at macroscopic objects which were in a state of quantum superposition, being in two places at once. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm all for quantum superposition, but... um... if you could observe it directly, it would collapse into a single state. No way in hell you could "take a photograph of it". Maybe that was just because the main character was a photographer. I guess having a bunch of professors (not even all of them were physicists) isn't exciting enough. They needed to have a main character so they could include the drama of unfaithful relationships. There was, however, one thing I liked. I especially liked how they didn't give any credentials for any of their people until during the credits. That way no one would know that one of their main guys works here (Though I really didn't appreciate how they filmed him on my campus. What a little bitch. None of their people were from the commercial sector, though most had written books. One was a 57 year old grad student, another was a mystic ("we are god!" she says). And none of them were from any universities I've heard of. It's disgusting. Not that people can say this, because they have a right to spout whatever shit they wish. It's disgusting that they do say it. But even more so that people listen. Prominent Hollywood people (I only saw Ellen and Drew Barymore referenced before I couldn't look anymore) promoted this shit.

Okay, I'm going to try to go to bed now and not be pissed off too much.

Maybe a Rand quote will make this post not completely defile my sense of self on the web:
"[Dagney Taggart] ordered him out of her office, and sat in incredulous horror before the fact that the most vicious statement she had ever heard had been uttered in a tone of moral righteousness." (Atlas Shrugged p. 330)
There, that seems to fit.
Now, here's the correct statement:
"He knew that man must live by his own rational perception of reality, that he cannot act against it or escape it or find a substitute for it -- and that there is no other way for him to live." (Atlas Shrugged p. 557)

So today at work was pretty shitty. I felt terrible and hated so much. And it didn't help that I didn't have a lot of interesting exciting work to do today.

But things got better. I saw Jo after work. We went to one of the coffee shops on the Ave and talked for a few hours. That really cheered me up. I've been quite frustrated lately. I'm discouraged for a few reasons. 1) I'm not meeting any new girls. 2) No girls actually seem worth meeting. 3) I'm in love with an ideal which doesn't seem to exist. 4) That this is actually bothering me to begin with. I mean, really, I've never really been that concerned about this subject matter before. I've just kinda always taken it on faith that one day someone incredibly awesome would show up, realize how awesome she is, how I am, and then we'd get married and live happily ever after. Hum. Maybe that is a bit high-hoped of me.

I've also been working on a new program to help me organize all these comic books. It's amazing what a difference it has made. It actually seems do-able (no, not possible, do-able). Amazing. I also got to learn a lot of new stuff, like multi-threading in C#. Fortunately, I don't have to do much synchronization between my threads, but it is nice to have that which we did in OS come in handy. I'm still quite impressed by how much it speeds up response time. The program opens up rar files and displays previews, along with extracting the files to another folder. Since this is IO heavy, it made good sense to do it in a separate thread. So now I don't have to wait for anything. I can't scroll down a list of files and see the previews appear immediately unless they've all shown up before (it does some weak caching, but still extracts directly, so it does end up doing the work twice, dunno if I'm going to bother improving it). Anyway, if anyone would like to see it in action, I can send you source and/or the single/multithreaded versions. (Though I'm sure none of you really care at all <cries>).

I've added new music to my approved list:
Spoon (pretty freakin' awesome), Gorillaz and Audioslave (with emphasis on latest albums), Nine Inch Nails' With Teath, The Darkness, The Faint, The Decemberists, Portishead's Dummy, Jack Johnson (quite surprisingly, I might add), Anna Nalick, Stars, and of course, the awesomeness of Electric Six.

"Fire in the disco! Fire in the, Taco Bell! Fire in the disco! Fire in the, gates of Hell. Don't you wanna know how we keep startin'fires? It's my desire. It's my desire..." - Electric Six, High Voltage

"He put coat and tie on / Over fitted shirt.... / I long for the days / They use to say / Ma'am and Yes Sir... When I go out tonight / I'm gonna put on a fitted shirt." - Spoon, Fitted Shirt

PS I even own a fitted shirt now! Ahaha!