Thursday, August 04, 2005


I wrote a bunch of crap about how i liked my laptop as a Unix Box(tm). But i lost it. Here's what it looks like. I like it. Woo.

Monday, August 01, 2005

Just pretend this entry is from saturday, 30th

I guess my neighbor's interweb connection isn't being as generous as I would like, since I am having to type this in TextEdit to put up later. Bastard. It's really hard to get back into the swing of programming. Slowly I trudge through the ancient land of the mighty C. No plus plus after that or anything. Good old C. The language of UNIX. I tried to invoke the GNU C Compiler in the Mac OSX terminal, and was sorely denied. I really need to unlock all the UNIX goodness laying underneath this pretty Aqua interface. I'm looking forward to this next semester of Comp Sci goodness, if only to give me direction in my learnings. I feel easily distractable and it really bugs me. I need the focus of a class to pull me out of this drifting slump.

Case in point, I typed the above days ago, and am just now getting back to it. I can't even focus enough to 'blog. Sweet Christmas, that's depressing. At least I have seaweed salad for breakfast. But nothing to drink but sake. I'm like a prisoner in my own home if I wake up before noon on the weekends. Marcella sleeping in my room, not to be disturbed, my Mother taking a NAP at 9:30 in the damned AM. Apparently four hours of waking are too much to take on this wonderful Saturday. Below me the sounds of whatever British moron is "investigating" the bible this week on the tele. I can't venture to get even a glass of water, as there are sleeping guards at the gates. My hyperbole is showing.

I finished The Stranger today, the book, not the movie. Depressingly lovely. Life is pointless, and there is no reason to change your lot in life since you die anyway. Oh good, someone is awake, now I don't have to drink sake in the morning. The book really impressed me. I don't really agree with the philosophy, but that's not really the point anyway. Philosophically infused fiction is kind of alien to me, but it's a lot less abrasive than essays on philosophy are. Nifty. I think I will look for more.