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Journal Journal: All I Wanted To Do Was fink povray

/bin/sh: line 1: gluBeginCurve._man: No space left on device
<stdin>:1:1: missing terminating ' character
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<stdin>:12:4: warning: multi-line string literals are deprecated
<stdin>:12:4: missing terminating " character
<stdin>:12:4: possible start of unterminated string literal
make[5]: *** [gluBeginCurve._man] Error 1
make[4]: *** [all] Error 2
make[3]: *** [all] Error 2
make[2]: *** [all] Error 2
make[1]: *** [World] Error 2
make: *** [World] Error 2
### execution of /var/tmp/tmp.1.T72XAY failed, exit code 2
Failed: compiling xfree86- failed
User Journal

Journal Journal: Progress Report: 4 April 2004

locs: 36280
nocs: 301

Progress: -6 locs/-1 classes

What I'm working on now: mainly watching Taken and (starting tomorrow) Deep Space 9, but also a little cigol.
User Journal

Journal Journal: Progress Report: 21 March 2004

locs: 36286
nocs: 302

Progress: 331 locs/2 classes

I did mention that the lines of code count includes things like comments and GPL notices, right? I just use wc.


Journal Journal: REAL_LIFE_CONVERSATION: Fast Motion Photography

ME_MYSELF: Man, this lady was fat. She was getting winded just walking across the store. I could get down and hop on one knee faster than she walks.

DEATH_DEALER: Is it that lady over there?

ME_MYSELF: No, I think the one I was talking about is gone now. But she was like three or four times larger than that one. I mean we're talking really, really fat here.

DEATH_DEALER: Yeah, that's pretty messed up.

ME_MYSELF: I think, like if society just went to hell right now, and nobody could get any food, she could just sit in a chair for a year and metabolize body fat and be fine.

DEATH_DEALER: It would be like a movie.


DEATH_DEALER: Like you would just see her deflate in the chair.

ME_MYSELF: Like a fast motion thing?

DEATH_DEALER: Yeah, and like you would see it flashing back and forth, like night and day. Like in some stone.

ME_MYSELF: Stone? You mean like a stone chair? Or in some ruins or something?

DEATH_DEALER: Yeah, exactly. For some reason I just had a really clear image of her outside in this chair.


Journal Journal: REAL_LIFE_CONVERSATION: Stranger than Fiction

ME_MYSELF: ::walking in the door:: Hey, what's up?

KHALIS: Oh. You must have not gotten my message.

KHALIS: We think RASZAGAL is in labor.



ME_MYSELF: So, no game tonight?

KHALIS: Hold on, JAY_JAY_THE_JET_PLANE, I'm coming.

KHALIS: Did you want me to check on your car?


ME_MYSELF: Oh, no, I left it in the shop. Actually, I was going to get DEATH_DEALER or RATED_R to drive me back there so I could pick it up. I should probably call DEATH_DEALER.

KHALIS: I can take you.

ME_MYSELF: ::awkward concerned look::


RASZAGAL: You're really not imposing that much. It's gonna be a few hours.

KHALIS: We can hit the comic book store on the way.

ME_MYSELF: Well - yeah, I guess if you were going there anyway.

KHALIS: Here let me see. I don't see anything, JAY_JAY_THE_JET_PLANE.


KHALIS: Ok, yeah, he's there. But I can only go three quarters speed, cause I took damage in the last battle.


KHALIS: I can't go to warp inside a solar system or I'll burn up. Or maybe you can go to warp. Hold on, I don't know what I'm doing with this because I didn't read the manual.

KHALIS'S COMPUTER: Warning: Cardassian warship decloaking. ::phaser sound effect::

ME_MYSELF: What game is this?


KHALIS: Uhhhh, Starfleet Armada.

KHALIS'S COMPUTER: ::phaser & photon torpedo sound effects::

KHALIS: Hey, look JAY_JAY_THE_JET_PLANE, it's a photon torpedo. ::shoots more photon torpedos::


KHALIS'S COMPUTER: Target destroyed.

KHALIS: Ok, you want to hit the comic book shop, and then we'll take ME_MYSELF to pick up his car. But you can only take TWO starships, ok?


RASZAGAL: Hey, if you're going out, take hyper-boy with you.

RASZAGAL: And take the cell-phone too.

The 2000 Beanies

Journal Journal: Today:

Microsoft is shafted . . . new BSG series . . . I no longer suck at bzflag . . . and I finished a major component of the Reciprocity Project.

I guess today is my lucky day.

We're at 35678 locs and rising, official progress report later.


Journal Journal: AIM_CONVERSATION: Mixed Messages

ME_MYSELF: Ever heard of the Bangles?


ME_MYSELF: I heard they were good. I got a CD today.

ME_MYSELF: They're like the Barenaked Ladies, but chicks!

ME_MYSELF: I didn't realize how that was going to come out.

It's funny.  Laugh.

Journal Journal: REAL_LIFE_CONVERSATION: We Need A Guy's Perspective

URAJ: Can I ask you a question?


URAJ: You know how, for my birthday, my boyfriend gave me the mug with his drawing in it?

ME_MYSELF: Yeah. That was cool.

URAJ: Well I was thinking to pick out a few comic books and cut out the pictures -

URAJ: I know that's sacrilege -

URAJ: But because I don't have the artistic bent . . . I was going to cut out some of the characters - you know - and put them together - and make him a mug for valentines day.


URAJ: I was wondering if you thought he would like that?

ME_MYSELF: Well . . . you know your boyfriend better than I do.

URAJ: Yeah, but I mean if you were a guy, you would like it?

ME_MYSELF: Yeah, that would -



ME_MYSELF: I think I am one of those already.

URAJ: I mean -

ME_MYSELF: That's a classic.

URAJ: Would a guy think that that's neat?

ME_MYSELF: Well I think it's cool. But, you know, I'm not really a comic book person myself.

URAJ: But if you were you'd think it's a good idea?

ME_MYSELF: Well it's very creative. I like that. Yeah.


Journal Journal: Number Theory

If the theory of numbers could be employed for any practical and obviously honorable purpose, if it could be turned directly to the furtherance of human happiness or the relief of human suffering, as physiology and even chemistry can, then surely neither Gauss nor any other mathematician would have been so foolish as to decry or regret such applications. But science works for evil as well as good (and particularly, of course, in time of war); and both Gauss and lesser mathematicans may be justified in rejoicing that there is one science at any rate, and that their own, whose very remoteness from ordinary human activities should keep it gentle and clean.

-- G.H. Hardy, 1940, oblivious that the "theory of numbers" would become the basis for modern day cryptography.

The Almighty Buck

Journal Journal: AIM_CONVERSATION: Exceptional Service

ME_MYSELF: Incidentally, we only get statistics for the fraction of people who answer in the "top box" i.e. 5 on a scale of 1 to 5. So in the eyes of people like myself, who consider a 4 on such a scale to be the highest score anyone can consistently get, we always fail.

MOO_COW: I've noticed that.

ME_MYSELF: To which my boss answers "so if you get a 15% coupon, just throw it away."

MOO_COW: I generally consider a 4 to be standard and fully satisfied.

MOO_COW: A 5 is reserved for truely exceptional.

MOO_COW: Vise versa for 1 and 2.

ME_MYSELF: ::nod::

ME_MYSELF: Otherwise, you have no slot for truly exceptional.

MOO_COW: But many people say anything less that extrordinary and exceptional is unacceptable.

ME_MYSELF: And if you're normally exceptional, then thats NOT VERY MOOING EXCEPTIONAL, is it?

MOO_COW: Well, you can be exceptional by comparison to others.

ME_MYSELF: Usually that means that others are just incompetent.

MOO_COW: Shrug.

MOO_COW: Example:

ME_MYSELF: And when it does, it just means that you yourself are very competent.

ME_MYSELF: ::nod:: I have thought through several examples.

MOO_COW: In the past, when I've gone to get the jeep serviced, general procedure is to drive it up, and hand the tech the keys.

MOO_COW: The dealership has a nice lounge (coffee) and people you can talk to and will look up parts or can do quick checkups if you ask.

MOO_COW: Which is over and above the standard.

ME_MYSELF: That's better, but I wouldn't call it exceptional.

MOO_COW: There is another shop that I've taken it to though, that photographs it.

MOO_COW: Before rolling it into their garage, has it ready early, and leaves a signed thank you note with a coupon on your next service in the passenger seat and ready to go.

MOO_COW: And that, to me, add in when you meet the mechanics too, and can tell they know what they are doing, and will talk to you strait, does qualify as exceptional.

MOO_COW: The dealership, too, impresses me that the service rep knows me by name.... really impressive since I've only been there twice in the past 2 years.

ME_MYSELF: Actually, that is impressive.

ME_MYSELF: The name part.

MOO_COW: Last time was for a mundane state inspection too.

MOO_COW: So he knows me by name over a $21 job.

MOO_COW: Prior to that was a tune up, which was a bit higher though.

ME_MYSELF: If you were assigned your own personal guide, who sang car-repair ballads to you, made you a cappuccino, looked up parts on a personal heads-up-display, gave you back rub, repaired your car overnight, washed it, cleaned out the trash in the back seat, and then hand scribed the gold-trimmed letter in fine calligraphy, I would take exception.

MOO_COW: You may be able to find such a service in NEIGHBORING_CITY, but you'll pay for it.

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