1) No caffiene.
2) No carbonation.
3) No hot drinks.
4) No chocolate before noon/for breakfast.
5) No leftovers.
5a) The microwave is not your friend.
6) No red meat.
7) No lactose.
8) No alcohol.
9) No smoking (not exactly in line with the subject, but oh well...)
So they finally replaced the 400 MHz Centrino machines in our office (one running Win95, one running Win98) with Pentium4 machines running WinXP Pro.
18/02/2004: TODAY FOUND ROCK. BROKE IT. HAVE NO FREINDS.
20/02/2004: ANYONE HERE? NO. LOOK MORE. I SUCK.
21/02/2004: WHAT GOOD ARE SIX WHEELS IF NO ONE TO RACE?
22/02/2004: FOUND SOJOURNER TODAY. DEAD. HAVE DOUBTS ABOUT MY FATE.
25/02/2004: ARM CREAKS WHEN MOVED. GETTING OLD ALREADY? GOING TO DIE SOON? PLEASE?
27/02/2004: FOUND BEAGLE2 TODAY. WHAT A MESS. LIMEYS MUST HAVE USED METRIC AGAIN.
So the recent political uproar is whether Ralph Nader should run for President again. The only people who see this as a decision to be made are Democrats. Hopefully everyone reading this can see the reason Democrats would not want Nader to run again - they say he steals votes away from whichever Democrat is running.
About a year ago I went through a time where I would watch this video a couple of times a day. It has since been replaced by a video of Tom Jones and The Cardigans singing "Burning Down the House".
The lyrics just stick in your head.
A friend of mine bought me the LP with that song on it. I just need to get a record player now.
Long day today. In the office from 10am-6pm. In the office the same time tomorrow. A nice way to spend a long weekend, I suppose. I am off Monday, though.
So far today I have not done a lot. I researched getting a SCUBA certification before I go back down to the Virgin Islands (provided I go back this summer, of course). I watched a little of the "Space Ghost: Coast to Coast" video I received for Christmas.
From an article in Wired:
Unfortunately I returned from a New Year's Eve party to find Pixel dead in the tank. The cause is obviously undetermined, and will remain so.
He had been acting a little strangely the last two weeks, completely abandoning his "home" cave and moving to a hole that I could not see. Feeding had become difficult as a result.
I am not sure what I will do with the tank now. I can attempt another octopus, or I could just keep the tank as a fish-only tank.
I have written previously on my Spam-filtering ideas. An upgrade to one of the parts (the OS) killed the delicate machinery I had created, so I took the system down.
[Follow this one, Matt. It is computer-related, but you will appreciate it.]
So I was looking over some server logs and I found some really strange activity. Not able to think what may have done it, I tried to figure out what was going on that day.
I have mentioned this to several of my friends over the past few months, and figured it was high time to finally sit down and write it up all formal-like.
From: "TSA-Contact Center"
To:
Subject: Re: Shoe requirements in passenger screening
Date: Wed, 19 Nov 2003 15:30:52 -0500TSA has always been alert to the danger of a "shoe bomb" attack, highlighted by the Richard Reid incident in December 2001. TSA's increased focus on screening shoes in recent months reflects a necessary reaction to information gathered by federal intelligence agencies.
To: TellTSA@dhs.gov
Subject: Shoe requirements in passenger screening
CC: randes@louintlairport.com, jporter@courier-journal.com
I regularly fly between the Chicago area (using both Midway and O'Hare airports) and Louisville, KY (SDF).
Thurday:
10:00am: Receive phone call that my 1pm meeting has been cancelled.
10:07am: Receive second phone call that my 1pm meeting has been cancelled. Decide this should also mean that my 10:45am meeting has been cancelled and, as such, I turn off my alarm clock set for 10:15am.
10:59am: Receive phone call asking my presence at the 10:45am meeting.
11:01am: Arrive at 10:45am meeting.
11:17am: Leave 10:45am meeting.
12:00pm: Lunch, laundry, packing, and various other activit
And it should be the law: If you use the word `paradigm' without knowing what the dictionary says it means, you go to jail. No exceptions. -- David Jones
