Wow, switching to Windows for a day after being familiarized with Ubuntu is really odd…

Anyway, got an Economic Decision Analysis exam here in 2 hours that I am skipping Project Management to study for (ironic?), but clearly, I have the time to blog about it? Right…

That’s Lando, Jill and I’s new pet, and we both love him/her! Such an interesting turtle.

Take Flock 0.9 out for a test drive

If you didn’t see the post on, go check it out and give it a go! 0.9 will be quite the release! And I can tell you one thing, the new website is schnazzy as the dude(?) who did Putting on the Ritz.

Now, away from this convoluted mess of a post, and back to studying/showering!

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May 29, 2007

Goals for this summer:

  1. Pass summer courses, get GPA back up to normal
  2. Put back money for next year
  3. Get in to a few good habits (waking at 7, sleep at midnight, exercise regularly, work regularly, etc)
  4. Get wedding planning rolling, some aspects confirmed
  5. Take pictures daily

Taking pictures daily is going to be easier for me, since I have been tapped to help test out the mediabar and photo uploader in Flock for the upcoming 0.9 release. Awesome!

Goals for this week:

  1. Get tree off roof
  2. Pass Economic Decision Analysis exam
  3. Finish Project Management projects, get ahead in class
  4. Work about 20 hours or so for Flock (or more, If I can)

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Turtle, Turtle

May 28, 2007

I have a new pet painted turtle, which Jill and I have named Lando. I think the name might be a bit off, however, seeing as (with my finite turtle sex differentiating knowledge) Lando is a female turtle.

Jill’s mom saw Lando walking around and Jill and I adopted him/her. Wild caught turtles are typically regarded as being very difficult to raise, as they are finnicky eaters, and must have proper lighting and heating. But, for the majority of my childhood in Texas, I recall having raised two wild painter turtles (one named Myrtle, and I think the other one was named Myrtle as well).

It’s pretty nice having an aquarium/terrarium back up again. I’ll get fish in there soon (some feeder guppies, really) but first I have to upgrade my lighting and heating system. Custom filtration, ftw!

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May 25, 2007

COACH Z: {turns his head backwards} Say, Strong Bad, what type’a lure are you usin’ dere?

STRONG BAD: Well, this morning, Coach, I’ve been mostly using this one: {shouting into the water} Hey fish! Hey fiish! I’m gonna, I’m gonna recommend that you guys come up here in the boat. We’ve got a, uh, a keg! {Coach Z shrugs} Of worms! And, uh…phytoplankton! … Come on! Anybody who’s everybody is up in here!

COACH Z: I don’t think that’s gonna work with a stocked pond. You got any type of jig you could try on there?

STRONG BAD: Oh, yeah! I got this jig! (starts singing and doing a little hip-swiveling dance) Come on and get in the boat, fish! Come on and get in the boat, fish fish! Come on and get in the boat, fish! {fish start leaping into the boat} Get in the boat!

COACH Z: Oh! They got in the boat! … Fish fish!


I’m hitching a ride with Lew and Jess to either the bridge or Cadillac so I can spend the weekend with my lady! We get to go fishing. Rock on.

Talk to you Monday!

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May 23, 2007

Folks! Folks!

Jill and I have a date!

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, we will be getting married on June 21st, 2008!

Hooray! We accomplished something!

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The Trick

May 23, 2007

The trick is to fool yourself in to believing there is more work to be done when you only have a little left to do. Somehow this pushes you to complete it all.

Car is fixed. Gas prices are not. Wallet, meet the Punisher.

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I’ll put this to a tune soon.

Ho! ho! for my arms of steel!
That are always strong, and never can feel
The weakness that creeps o’er the muscles of man
(Though they fashioned mine by some curious plan).
As he trembling clings to the ladder’s round
Two hundred fathoms under the ground!

Weary with toil for one third the day
I hear their footfalls coming this way;
Put on thy strength, O arms of mine,
Carry them up where the sun doth shine.
One by one they come without sound
From two hundred fathoms under the ground!

Hammers and drills they’ve left behind.
Down in the caves their strength hath mined.
And quickly their fears all pass away,
As swiftly they return to the upper day —
Trusting the friend whose arms they’ve found
Two hundred fathoms under the ground!

O noble’s the task that is mine to perform.
‘Tis ever the same in sunshine and storm:
A while I am master, yet ever the slave,
For the lives of men my energies save.
And they bow to me when my arms reach down
Two hundred fathoms under the ground!

Then ho! again for my arms of steel!
And ho! for my rods and strong toothed wheel!
Ho! ho! O man! for the MAN ENGINE!
I’ll save your strength if you manage mine,
And ne’er shall you reel on the ladder’s round
Two hundred fathoms under the ground!
Two hundred fathoms under the ground!

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May 17, 2007

I love MIT Hacks. And I love XKCD! Therefore, this wins!

I don’t love year old chicken that’s chilling in the fridge. Boo!

In light of

I urge all of you to head over to The Few No More’s download page and download music. Legally. You don’t even have to pay for it. Don’t even listen to it if you don’t want to, just download it.

Seriously! From the article:

Create a new crime of life imprisonment for using pirated software. Anyone using counterfeit products who “recklessly causes or attempts to cause death” can be imprisoned for life. During a conference call, Justice Department officials gave the example of a hospital using pirated software instead of paying for it.


I refuse. This is the most ridiculous thing I have ever read, and I hope it does not pass at all. A unanimous No vote would be perfect, but with all of congress and senate in the MPAA/RIAA’s pocket, there’s no way that will happen.

This inspires me to be creative, or something. Make music! Make music FREE!

Live free!

Open the records

May 15, 2007

And they walk a thousand miles south
And they wear our gags upon their mouths
Yet they will rise, with dignity and grace
Open the records, shine a light in secret places
Anmd finally the world will see Guatemala
Behold the marks upon her Mayan daughters

Seed the earth between the anvil and the hammer
The generals and the wealthy flew the same bloody banner
You offered them as martyrs but that was not your right
God’s instruments of change sometimes walk beneath our sight
Indeed to take up violence can be the worst of votes
But before you criticize spend the night inside their booths

On him they spent their rage yet never did he speak
No safe house was given up, a dam that would not leak.
He held your filthy torrents till you finally put him down
Her love let loose the waters but it’s you who will be drowned
You will never understand how the truth can pass through bars
It flies aboe the night and writes the names upon the stars

100 cigarette burns like maps upon her back
Led home to Washington by the strings of the attack
Look into her eyes the crazy isn’t there
It’s in the embassies and palaces filling every chair
This northern land is ours, for us judgement starts here
If indeed we fed the death sqauds our repentance should be dear

Masters Mine look to the south
Open your ears and close your mouth
We turn the river and thank our gods
They fight the thirst against all odds
No more, no more the cry comes drifting back
Are grey skies growing lighter or will they fade to black?