I am (sometimes)

Horray for Math Club people. We had a party last night at one of the members' houses. It was pretty sweet. We watched a little video on how to turn a circle inside-out without any sharp corners (the surface can pass through itself) and why a circle can't do this. It was awesome. We also watched and thoroughly enjoyed Donald in Mathmagic Land before settling down for Good Will Hunting. I didn't realize before how much I liked that movie. All-in-all, it was a good evening. I need to hang out with these math club people more. David was pretty awesome.

That's the last time I jump out of a window without making sure the flower-bed is at least four stories down.

Dumas almost gor me in trouble on Friday. I had a big homework assignment I was going to do between classes - I didn't know it was as big as it turned out to be. I had a question for him after class, and we ended up talking for the next hour. So I had two hours to do this assigment which a few guys had apparently spent five hours on the night before and still not finished. Naturely, I'm better than that, but still, I was cutting it close. I finally sat down to do it and realized I didn't really know what to do. Dang. After talking to some people in the labs, I was able to figure it out and turn it in on time, but I shall avoid such folly in the future.

Every time I talk to Dumas I love him more and more. I want to have his babies. Or his babies' babies. He's kinda old. Unfortunately, his daughter is only twelve or thirteen at the moment. Oh well. Jo says in ten years I'll be golden. Anyway, if I can grow old and be half the man Dumas is I'll have an awesome life.

PS According to Sam, Dumas has his children in his will on the condition that they get a PhD. Doesn't matter in what, just that they get it. Awesome.

Yay! I have received an unofficial (official will be coming in the next few days) offer from Microsoft to be an intern next summer in the .NET Development team. Freakin' sweet. Though I find it curious, though perhaps indicative of a great deal of confidence, that the day I found out I was more concerned with brushing away some of my lower gums. Yeah, it really pissed me off, since they don't grow back. Once I brush them away, they're gone forever. I did it to my top teeth a few years ago, and was trying to avoid trashing my lower teeth, but all it takes is one night of carelessness. Bah. I'm going to lose my teeth when I'm fifty. Wonderful. Hopefully we'll devote stem-cells to regrowing gums instead of curing hideous diseases I'll never get. (If I will get them, by all means, continue the research.)

I celebrated the internship offer by buying an iPod (5G 30GB). I must say, I'm terribly disappointed. Sure, the hardware is great - I barely notice it in my pocket. But the interface is totally fucking irritating. Not to mention iTunes sucks big, fat, hairy, sweaty goat-balls. Just because I organize my music on the hard drive, I get fucked over. iTunes has no notion of path. I can't put playlists in folders. I can't nest smart playlists. I can't import .avi into iTunes. I can put .mpg into iTunes, but not onto the iPod. Not only that, but the way it stores the music files on disc is totally retarded. It has a hidden folder at the root, and stores all the music with random four-letter names in random subdirectories (ie /iPod_Control/Music/F49/DNYY.mp3) just so I can't figure out which files are which. What fuckers. Not only that, but I can't just drop mp3s into the directories. I have to fucking use iTunes because dropping them in doesn't update the fucking index file. Fuck. I paid $300 for this? What. The. Fuck. At least I can change the serial number by just editing a text file (though I haven't tried it to see if there's a check).



So I saw the sun. Nay, I saw my reflection