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sqwishy — Fri, 21 Oct 2011 20:43:10 +0000

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sqwishy — Wed, 05 Oct 2011 07:06:17 +0000

I have to keep posting. If the intervals between these articles are too vast, the writing style changes too quickly between them and readers will be upset.

Here is a lesson. The fact is, there are a lot of things I really should do but haven’t gotten around to doing. Furthermore, when I am stuck, I can change something and I will be somewhere else. Procrastination is an opportunity.

Over the past few months I think I’ve become more attentive to the effects of my bringing about change. I wonder if it’s important.

Looking back, I suspect I had attitude which reflected both carelessness and intention. I accepted my state and tried to make the best of it. I believed I would, one day, end up where I wanted to be and, in the interim, all I had to do was wait and be myself and really enjoy that. And it worked. But, I don’t think that will work anymore. I think a new dimension has injected itself into my life – or, at least, my imagination of it. There are new colours and feelings that I do not know what to do with. Thoughts about control and cause and effect. There are new ways of thinking about things that I previously had no concern over. I’d like to say that it’s fantastic and it’s brilliant. But, I don’t know what to make of it. Or if that’s even how it works.

sqwishy — Tue, 06 Sep 2011 18:15:11 +0000

A few months ago, someone threw a Slurpee on the back of my car.

Over the weekend, someone cracked a raw egg on the handle of the driver’s door of my car.

And my mom has been scolding me for not liking people very much.

sqwishy — Thu, 09 Jun 2011 06:59:53 +0000

When I was younger, I would cry. Crying was a pretty miserable routine, so, I did not especially appreciate it. When I became older, I realized that having a good cry, separated by eventful intervals of time, was my status quo. It appeared to be a necessary biological process. And I accepted it, not as something I enjoyed; but, like a vaccination, something that was necessary for my health. And then, I stopped crying. And I’ve discovered an appreciation for the luxury of vaccinations.

I guess I’m getting the hang of this facial hair thing.

Clint Mansell is composing for Mass Effect 3.
The Wear Sunscreen song was put on wimp.com. And, it was the “class of 99″ version.
I even heard Ludovico Einaudi on the radio.

On the other hand, Philip Glass was poked fun of on South Park years ago.

In high school, I knew exactly how to secure the future I wanted. And I did that. The mistake was that the future I wanted had no future of its own.

I’ve found that an attitude of skepticism is paramount. In particular, when applied to the perceived value of having a skeptical attitude.

sqwishy — Fri, 04 Feb 2011 01:48:15 +0000

Yesterday, I woke up at 6:17, fell asleep, woke up at 6:24, ate breakfast in front of my computer, took a shower, hurt my back, flailed around/got dressed for work, went outside to my car, cleared off some frost, picked up Chris, drove to school, dropped him off in front of Mattson, arrived at work at 8:01, left work at 14:03, went to school, skimmed a bit of my math textbook, attended class, waited in the lab for Andrew, started programming shortly after 15:50, Andrew arrived some time after 17:20, conversed and exchanged ideas with Andrew, left the lab for my car at 18:01, drove home, ate dinner, watched house, worked on my VM, configured network bridging and port forwarding, read a chapter in a book and a ten page article on the internet for a homework assignment, took a deep breath, went to sleep.

‘The commute’ is my new bathtub

sqwishy — Fri, 10 Dec 2010 07:48:21 +0000

What do you do when you become invisible to your imaginary friends?

The Manliest of Men

sqwishy — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 20:07:06 +0000

So, apparently, the stereotypical “babe” is attracted to manly men. The kind that play basketball, the kind that are into sports (except maybe not soccer), the jocks. Right?

But look, there aren’t a great deal of things more manly than computer programming! Think about it. Computer programmers are pretty much always men! The profession is totally masculine! On the other hand, with sports, you have female compliments in all sorts of cases. With men’s basketball, you get women’s basketball. Same with baseball and an abundance of other sports. That kind of duality simply does not exist in the programming field due to the sheer manliness that is required of being a programmer!

Yet even though it is quite clear that programmers are – by incredible magnitudes – more masculine than any jock, ladies aren’t constantly flocking around us! What gives!

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sqwishy — Tue, 22 Jun 2010 06:53:41 +0000

The other day I realized I could – technically – call myself a Professional Programmer.

One day I might be able to call myself a Computer/Computing Scientist. Sounds weird as hell.

I expected it to be different. Like, when I could call myself a professional, it’d be when I could grow a big manly pile of facial hair, I’d know what to do with my hair, and I wouldn’t be afraid of girls. I thought it would feel entirely different; but, it doesn’t. I still feel like I did more than ten years ago when I would stare at myself in the mirror, blink the moments away, and watch my body grow taller.

I think I’m missing something.

I can’t picture myself as a Computing Scientist. Better get started on becoming overlord of a small country.

…

Or I’ll conduct an orchestra.

Remember the feeling of your mind being alone. But beware of the nostalgia hiding in the closet and under your bed.

Analogue…

sqwishy — Tue, 18 May 2010 18:08:38 +0000

sqwishy — Thu, 13 May 2010 05:14:31 +0000

Blood, sweat, and tears — and a C-. When I go to school I know less when the day has ended. It sounds like a cliche because it is. But that in itself doesn’t make it any less true.

.sdrowkcaB

Still getting older … or … being older …

da/dt

I was going to post on March 31. That would have been six days. I don’t even know what I’ve learned since then.

I am broken.

Is happiness just people? Or is it also places? Or memories of people from places? What’s it from? Other people can’t always say because words are lame that way. But, maybe the universe is beautiful. Maybe we’re special, or maybe we’re not. What really matters? Where does certainty lie?

Two vs Three is a tricky subject. The third provides direction, and a deciding vote. But the third must be accepted by the other two. And three is a crowd.

The future will happen. So make the present count. But remember the past.

Regret what needs to be. But learn.

Relax?

There are cookies in the freezer.

Sharing makes you feel good.