I hate being sick. Being sick sucks. Today I went out at lunch and got the decongestant equivalent of a kick in the nuts: Otrivin. Did you know that it’s got steroids in it? Did you also know that most decongestants are pseudoephenedrine, which is basicially Speed? Now you know.
I still have to put together an index of my photos from OLS. For now you can find them here but they’ll probably move soon.
I’m also too tired to write about OLS. later.
Got back from OLS. It kicked ass. But I’m tired and I just got sick.
Having a shitload of fun at OLS. Yesterday’s seminars were great, and today’s were even better. Last night moved into the Westin hotel (many thanks to cxreg) and it was good. Excellent presentation today by my former schoolmate, Graydon Hoare about his alternative windowing / graphics system, Berlin.
Lost at poker night yesterday. Also thought that my ride for OLS was going to fall through, but it seems to be all working out in the end. Hooray.
After much work, I’ve made my Experimental NPDS Tracker live. This is for people running NPDS servers who wish to let people know where their Newton are on the ‘net. It has basicially the same features as Matt Vaughn’s Tracker, but mine’s written in Java, and isn’t quite finished yet 🙂
If you want to register your NPDS server here (and help me out by testing
things), simply point your NPDS Tracker Client to
eddie.cis.uoguelph.ca port 2110. To see the list
either point your web browser to http://eddie.cis.uoguelph.ca:2110
(yes, it will server a web page as well) or http://www.chuma.org/tracker.
A week ago now I got an e-mail from a Russian guy by the name of Alexander Nickolsky who told me what “chuma” actually means (apparently):
Just FYI:
‘chumovoy’ is an adjective. It’s from ‘chuma’ – lit. plague, in slang
exclamation ‘chuma !’ can be translated as ‘wild’, or ‘cool’
or more precisely – ‘unbeliveable’, ‘fantastic’
used for expression of admiration of something
Example
So there could be ‘chumovoy tall-tale teller’ Note that ‘chumovoy’ is derived exactly and only from the slang meaning of ‘chuma’ and is not connected with the primary meaning of ‘plague’.
I can live with that. I’ll have to add this to an about page sometime.
Today was my birthday. Hard to believe I’m 20. Already birthdays have ceased to be important for me. Today I went to the opthamologist and then picked out a new pair of glasses – that was fun. Then I went to work for about, oh, 15 minutes, and then was at COMDEX/Canada for the rest of the day.
My body currently hates me because I played football for three hours yesterday evening and then walked around all afternoon. I have no legs. At least, I can’t feel them, and they steadfastly refuse to move, so I might as well not have any.
At dinner with my parents I got tickets to the du Maurier Open Tennis Final. Nice.
This picture is making me think of switching to BSD.
Song: Phish – Sample in a Jar
I wheeled around because I
Didn’t hear what you had said
I saw you dancing with Elihu
Up on Leemor’s bed
And I was foggy rather groggy, you helped me to my car
The binding belt enclosing me, a Sample in a Jar
Not a lot of time to write in here lately. Almost all of my free time is being eaten up by a software project involving myself, a thesis student at the University of Indiana, and a software consultant in Paris, France. Is it fun? Yes.
Today at lunch I realized that I had started using the word “assmonkey” a lot in my speech, as in “You’re an assmonkey” or “Those cable installers are assmonkeys, all of them.” I got back to my desk and tried to register an assmonkey.* domain, but they were all taken. Goddamn assmonkeys.
Also at lunch today I bought a pound of Reese’s Pieces. Oh man. I almost got super-sick.
This week has been sheer and utter madness. And I only worked for four days.
Our full-time sysadmin is away on his honeymoon for two weeks, tso that leaves yours truly to fill in. All of the possible shit that could hit the proverbial sysadmin fan, did. And I had to handle it (which I think I did reasonably well). Those four days were crazy. But crazy is my middle name.
I god e-mail from Meredith but haven’t written her back yet – not that she
said anything of substance, just “Hi, I sent you a letter.” Haven’t
gotten her letter yet.
Tonight I’m organizing poker night. Not as good of a turnout as I expected, but oh well – it was on rather short notice. Next week will be better.
