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links for 2007-01-01

• Mark Lyon’s GMail Loader (GML) – Import Your Mail into GMail
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links for 2006-12-30

• DVD Shrink
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• Tossable Digits: Disposable, Temporary Phone Numbers
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links for 2006-12-29

• Why IE Sucks
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• Welcome to YouOS.
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Merry Christmas… You’re Fat.

Ah, the holidays.  Friends.  Family.  Singing.  Presents.  It’s all a good, happy time.

Yeah, right.

For some reason, whenever this time of the year comes around, my family decides to attack my weight.  Usually, it’s not too bad, but after my progress in losing weight this summer (which I still don’t know how I did seeing as I drank all the time), and then the fact that I gained every last pound back plus some over the semester, the family decided to attack me en masse today as food and festivities were going on.  It always starts with my grandfather.  Always.  He asks one question.  And it’s enough to set off the alarms, because everyone hears.  So I respond with a 3 digit number that always seems to be 100 more pounds than he weighs, no matter what I say, and the attacks start.  He hangs his head in shame.  Tells me where it looks like I’ve gained a couple of pounds since he last saw me.  And then Dad pipes up.  And Memaw.  If I didn’t love these people as much as I do, especially Grandpa, I’d tell them all to go fuck themselves and leave.  But something else stung me even more.  It was after I was opening my presents this morning.  Mom got me two new pair of jeans.  They didn’t fit.  And I asked Mom if we could exchange them.  She said yes, but Dad said something to the effect of ‘No, just lose weight until they fit again’.  As you can tell by the tone of my entry, that really set well.  Oh yeah, sarcasm on the internet goes in italics.  As you can tell by the tone of my entry, that really set well.

I’m sorry I’m not skinny.  I’m sorry I’m fat.  I’m sorry that I haven’t taken the time to take care of my weight.  I’m sorry to dissapoint you.  I’ll never be under 200, and I’ve dealt with that fact.  But I know I need to lose weight.  Quite a bit.  And all I can tell you is that when I find time, I’ll definitely do it.  But with the schedule I’m having, and the fact that I go through 10 and 12 and 14 hour days, it’s not always easy to find the time.  But I’m trying.  Like I tried over the summer.  Like I succeeded over the summer.  I will lose weight again.  Just don’t be such a fucking asshole about it.

Something new.

Look for these del.icio.us posts to happen daily now.  Just trying something out.  It’s something they’ve got in beta.  Look for it yourself under the blogging section of the account settings.  Woogie.

links for 2006-12-25

• Synergy
  (tags: software kvm opensource)
• Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas lyrics
  (tags: music christmas)
• Science of Santa Claus: Jolly Old Elf Really Can Deliver Presents in One Night, Says NC State Engineer
  (tags: santa christmas)

Even if doing Christmas isn’t your bag…

I just want to say that I hope you have a wonderful Christmas, and a good rest of the Holiday season.  That includes Festivus as well.

Spring 2007 Schedule

It’s not my place to say anything.

I just want to state that any person that had a significant other and broke it off with them in a myriad of tears and yelling and promises of finality, then proceeds to get back together with them should:

A.) Not be surprised when it ends again.

B.) Not enter in to anything long-term or fully involved with them, and DEFINITELY not immediately.

C.) Not expect their friends’ support after they promised it was over and done.

D.) Plan for nothing good to come of this.

That is all.

Sweetness.

Being home sucks.

This break started with the need to get out of Murray. I love Murray. But when I had only left the town for a total of 6 days during the whole semester, it got to be the time to leave. I had OD’d on it. Especially in the last week where I could count my total number of hours of sleep on my collective bodily digits. That’s less than 21 hours in a whole week, for those counting. And yes, that is a digit.

But being here, I have realized that it’s not here that I wanted. Sure it’s a break from Murray and all there-in. But it’s not where I feel my heart wants me to be. It’s like every time I come here, I step back in time. Not only technologically (we’re still on fucking dial-up here. And mom won’t call Windstream), but I regress in my social aspects. I’ve grown a lot in the past three and a half years at college. I grew so much that when I come back here, I feel as if it’s trying to fit an elephant in a thimble. I just don’t fit here anymore. I’m way too big, and this place is way too small. Of course, when I get back to Murray, it’s still going to feel way too small. And I blame it all on the haven of heaven I call Louisville. It’s me, right now. Not too far from home for when family emergencies may call me back. Not close enough that I feel like I am home. Enough of a mystery to explore for several years, but common enough that I won’t have trouble getting around. It’s got everything I need.

Sorry, I interrupt this post for the following breaking news:

FUCK. Or actually, the lack of fuck. Damnit, and I was really looking forward to that.

Now back to our regularly scheduled story.

Louisville, ah yes, how I long to be in the throes of its throngs of people.  Wow, that was almost poetic.

To wrap this one up, I’d just like to say that I definitely have ants in my apnts.  I’ve got the itch to move.  Nothing is holding me back, nothing is dragging me down, the only thing between me and Louisville is 18 hours of class and 20 of work in the spring.  And then, watch out Louisville.  The town will never be the same.

This means I get to graduate…

Finally.

The amazing shrinking clock type idea.

3:30AM – Holding on to life by a thread.  Want to just end my own self tag.  It’s fucking horrible right now.  The bad thing is, even if I wouldn’t have procrastinated, I would still be up to my ass in a goo I like to call “IDANNOWATDAFUKIMDOIN”.  It’s almost to the fuck_it point.

Oh, sweet death.  Won’t you come on now…

1:30AM – Just got out of my first shower.  Still only two problems fully done, and some glimpses at others.  My mind is about to die.  Here’s where the insanity kicks in.

11:45PM – Mind starting to fail with the frustration of not having two programs work.  Pissed off as hell, but thankful for well, people.

8:30PM – Working fairly hard.  About to have two full problems done, and pieces of other ones.  And my mind is still somewhat functioning.

4:15PM – As I sit here, I realize that the next few hours are ones that will be worth blogging, so prepare, dear readers, to see the degredation of mind function as I whittle away at my last Numerical Analsyis test.  It’s sure to be a wild ride.  Keep your eyes on the top of the post for updates.

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Oh. Baby? Oh, Baby!

I know way too many people having babies.

Granted, every one of them is older than me, so I cannot bitch outright, but I can still complain because at least some of these people has a semblance of a future ahead of them.  Hell, at some point in my life, I had thought about dating 3 of the 4 culprits, but I have a semi-strict policy on ‘I don’t wanna be the baby daddy’ unless I didn’t know you before you became a mother.

So yeah, all this kid having is driving me nuts.  The first one, the pregnancy started in early spring, we were decent friends, and one day she just falls off the face of the earth.  A couple of her closer friends I knew told me of the impending baby, but I thought I was close enough to know of things like that going on.  The second told me a couple of months ago that her and her husband were expecting a second child.  While they can love and care for that one child, and will be able to for two, the fact that both are in school and on a very instable income leads me to worry greatly for their situation.  The third and fourth, I’ll lump together because they were so very similar.  One on facebook, the other on mojo both send out messages and post it publicly that they are now with child.  With no real warning that they were with anyone.  Just out of the blue.  It didn’t amaze me that they put it somewhere publicly.  Whenever I have my little bouncing bundle of joy that my wife spit out, you all will be some of the first to know.  It’s just that it was so far out of left field, you’d think you’d been hit by the baseball square in the back of the head.  And with the pair I speak of here, I had wanted to date one of them, and I had kinda dated the other.  So it was just an odd situation.

Anyway, just one of those odd things to vent on.