Sunday, February 26, 2006

Throwing money at it...

This stupid computer is SO DUMB! We had JUST got back from buying a brand new CDRW drive, and I installed it and was reconnecting all the hardware when I realized I forgot to put the power plug back in the machine. I put it in the receptacle and flipped the switch, and FLASH! BAM! The power supply blew up! So we expended $65 on the machine today alone, not to count all the hardware my dad and I have bought for the thing. Here is a list of all the original hardware in the machine now:

• CPU
• CPU Heatsink
• Motherboard
• The Linux hard drive
• Modem
• Floppy disk drive

That's as compared to the list of new things we've bought:

• Sound Card
• NIC
• CPU Fan replacement
• CD Burner, Twice!
• Graphics card
• Hard drive
• Mouse and keyboard
• Printers
• OS's

I'm sure there's more than that, but I lack the mental capacity to mention them. If you view the page source, there is a funny comment in the middle of that second

thing.


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Well, at least now it can print, play music, make pretty pictures, and be stupid... Better than yesterday!


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In other news...

I WANT A LYNXMOTION ROBOTIC ARM THINGY!!! It's the "6" one... The one with 5 "degrees of freedom"/axes/thingamabobs. It costs $400 though... But it's so cool! I can make it pick things up and throw them! :-D That's SO awesome!


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I'm a little hyper, as you might have noticed. It's fun to be hyper! I can be more annoying that way. :-P


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I should go do something now... It's only just after 11 and I'm bored already!

Seeya!

EDIT: Whee! I installed Office, my printer, Jasc PSP9 & AS3 and HTML-Kit today!

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Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Whee...

Yeah... I'm rather bored right now.

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My computer now has LEGAL Windows! Whoo! Now I lost EVERYTHING on C:\ because I was stupid and forgot to back it up. So now I can install all those boring drivers and stuff again! Whee!

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Something is odd with this machine recently. It hasn't been performing at its 350MHz peak. That and the CD burner broke! Now I can't even read CDs let alone write them. Soo now my dad has to get us a new one. What happens is when I put a CD in the drive, the light is green for a second, but then it goes red and the drive stops completely. Not handy when you still need to get Office, PSP, and various other drivers on the machine!

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I feels special. I don't know if I was the first one to mention it to him, but I noticed buggies in MyO the other day and told Adam. He actually replieded to it! Whee! *feels special*

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I should go do something with my last 45 minutes of computer time before bed.

Seeya!

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Sunday, February 12, 2006

Umm....

....Hi? It's been a forever-ty since I updated this last! Oops...

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Well, I've been ill the past few days. I got a sore throat and a headache on Wednesday, and the sore throat won't go away. I don't even have a fever any more! I want the sore throat to go away!

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I feel geeky. I know -some- C++. Very little, but still. I now can make an executeable that prints into the command-line! Whee! Yay for being geekily ignorant!

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I had a drawing of a person that looked semi-realistic. Then I "drew" a face... Now it looks demented, and I can't pull the face out of it! Oh well...

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Yay! I'm not failing English class anymore! I have a C now, instead of a D. Neither are good grades, but I DID get a 19/20 on the last essay I wrote! Whee!

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I'm bored! I shall wander around the computer and see what I should do!

Seeya!

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Thursday, February 2, 2006

My tongue is immune to Lemon Heads...

I ate too many! :O

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I took think quiz and thought it was kinda cool. You can actually take the quiz in the flash movie below. Cool, huh?

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Not much has been going on. My girlfriend is obssessed with her poem and has written nearly 10 pages of it. I had to take the first 8 pages so that she would stop writing it but it didn't. She wrote more on a different sheet of paper. So now she has beaten my record of 154 lines in a single poem (Blankspace excluded). Whatever.

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Well, I 'oughta go before I get yelled at for not getting off of here. :(



Seeya!

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Sunday, January 15, 2006

   Should I be worried?

Tech Support: What seems to be the problem?
Customer: There's a wolf sitting on my window. Should I be worried?
Tech Support: Maybe. Have you installed any new software recently?
Customer: Yes. I installed OtakuMascot and a different mascot.
Tech Support: Well, was that 'different mascot' a wolf?
Customer: Oh, yes...
Tech Support:*laugh* Well, that explains it. If you want to close it right click the icon in the systray and click "Exit"
Customer: Okay. Thanks. *click*

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That's like a computer stupidity, but I made it up. Mainly because there IS a wolf sitting on my window! See:


I think it's supposed to be a he. (Maybe the artist intended it to be a girl...) His name is Ariake. If I click on him, he howls or looks at you like he's lost. He so cute. I don't remember where I snitched him from though... All I remember was that the artist had a few of them that she was giving away. It was a cool site.

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I felt really useless last night. I tried to fix a broken PHP script and couldn't. I tried to write a poem/story installment, and got a bad composition. I tried to draw something, anything, and ended up with just warbled lines. I tried playing a song, even just nonsense, and couldn't make it sound right. So I ended up standing in the kitchen with a pencil and a notebook scratching out bad things onto paper. Somehow my secret got mixed into the bad things that I was writing. I read them again today and realized how out of it I was. But how true what I said was. I am useless. I can't even run a successful website, and that's what I consider to be one of my strongpoints. I just want to die. I paid out so much money just to have access to PHP and CGI and I barely even have a website to build scripts around. The site is a total flop. My explanantions and all my goals for the site suck. I'd probably be better off if I dumped it alltogether and said screw it. All I get out of it other than a minimum amount of experience, is -$15 a month. My site isn't helpful. It's a waste of my money, my host's time, and their harddisk space. I should just kill it.

But then I shouldn't. but the site has given me the medium to realize that I suck at everything. I suck and I'm not getting any better; only worse.

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I've been separated from what little bit of talent I had. Artistically, literature-ally, and musically. I've lost it all. I just want to throw away my keyboard, my computer, and my pencils and paper. Then there will be no reminders of the fact that I have no talents. The fact that I have nothing. The fact that I am nothing.

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Hmm.. That was depressing... Oops. :P

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Monday, January 9, 2006

A post... Maybe...

Well, I can't really make you all a post right now, but there is more story below. :) I wrote that one, the longest one yet, in about a half hour. Hopefully the quality doesn't suffer from fast-writing...

And that version may be a little buggy yet... That's the first revision! :O

Seeya!

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Midnight Murder

I close my eyes with thrill as Jack flies down the highway. We must be going at least 100 mph! I want to let out a scream of joy. I hold back because we’re slowing down. Suddenly, we’ve stopped and I open my eyes. We’re at the corner where the police station is. Jack turns left and parks in his reserved spot. He uses the in-car radio and calls the car in.

I jump out of the car, still full of adrenaline from the car ride over. Jack looks at me as if I’ve lost it. I run towards the doors that are propped open to catch the light spring breeze. Jack stops me. “The boss told me to take you to interview room one. He seems to be really anticipating your statement.” We both walk through the doors into the station. Jack points down the first hallway to the left. “Over there,” he says, “You can’t miss it. I’ll be right here when you’re done.”

I walk down the hallway to the very end. There’s a door with a big sign that says “I1” on it. I assume the “I” stands for “interview” and turn the knob an walk into the room. It’s rather small and has two large windows and a larger mirror. A tinny speaker overhead commands me to sit at the table in an unknown voice. I yield to the instructions and pick up one of the magazines that had been left on the table. A little while later, a rather large man and a nice, trim woman enter through the door next to the mirror. They converse for a while by the mirror, and then the lady pulls a chair away from the table and sits in the only free corner of the room. She takes out and starts up her laptop computer. The man takes a seat in the chair opposite me.

“So, Jeff, from what I hear, that your parents are dead and you woke up in the corner of their room. What more can you tell me?” he asks as he adjusts his blue-black-grey striped tie a little.

I stare blankly. “I can’t tell you anything more.” He gives me a strange look. “I don’t know any more than that!” His expression relaxes as he asks me if I want a soda pop. I politely refuse. I can feel a shift in the atmosphere of the room.

Man: “So… Did your parents have any enemies? Any close friends?”
Me: “Not that I know of. We were pretty quiet people.”
Man: (nods) “Okay, okay. And how was your relationship with your parents?”
Me: “Alright, I guess. We had our times, but I don’t hate them or anything.”
Man: (whispers something to self) “Do you have anything else you want to say about this while I’m here?”
Me: “Nope”
Man: (hands me a business card) “You can call me or stop by if anything comes to mind or if you remember something.”

The man leaves the room and the woman walks over to the table. She has a certain grace about how she moves. She places the computer on the table and does something on it. She turns her focus to me.

“Hello, Jeff. Do you know who I am?” I give her a scrutinizing glance and reply, “No, but you’re pretty!” She smiles and laughs. “I’m Amanda. I’m your parents’ lawyer. I’m supposed to read their wills and wishes to you.” I lose a little of the energy that was in me before. “May I start?” she asks. I look at her and nod.

“The last will and wishes of your father read this:

“‘Should I die in an untimely manner, I wish that all assets be sold at the discretion of any and all survivors. Money should be used for daily life and/or charitable donation.

“‘I wish to be buried next to my wife’s choice of location; should that not be made, I wish to be buried next to my wife, wherever it may be that she is buried.

Amanda clears her throat. “Now, your moms will is almost exactly the same. The only difference is that she used ‘husband’ in place of ‘wife’. One more concern we need to cover is housing. Do you have any relatives at all?”

I shake my head. “Nope. They’ve all passed away. It was just my mom, my dad, and me.” She puts a look of sadness on her face. “I don’t want to have to do this, but you may have to go into foster care.” I sit there for a while thinking. “Okay.”

Amanda gets up and pulls a sheet of paper out of the printer in the corner of the room. She scribbles some notes on it, sits down, and hands me the sheet.

“I know this seems like a lot to ask, but here is a complete list of your parents assets. We need you to mark their future. T for trash, D for donate, K for keep, S for sell. Then we’ll need you to sign and date. Okay?” I nod. “Can I get you something? Anything at all?” I reply, “Breakfast and a change of clothes might be nice.”

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Sunday, January 8, 2006

Musical Mastery!

Whee! I have musical talent... to some degree... See below. I created the MIDI sequence that runs on there!

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Yes, Kitsune, I did change the colors. Last time I posted I changed the colors. So, no you're no halucinating again... Although I'm sure it'd be fun if we were all halucinating! ^_^

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So, yes, I'm weird and dangerously armed with a home-made sustain pedal for my keyboard! Since I can't seem to find them anywhere, I made one out of florist's wire, paper, a guitar cable, and tape. I was even inventive-ish and wrote "Sustain" on it! Whee!

However it malfunctioned in the song so I ended up holding the keys anyways... Stupid 10 cent thing... lol

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Well, I don't know of anything interesting enough to post yet, so I think i'll leave it at that. :)

Seeya!

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Saturday, January 7, 2006

¡Cuidado! ¡Piso Mojado!

Look out! Don't slip! The floor is wet!

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I'm tired and bored and weird so I'm gonna finish this up them probably end up going upstairs and writing part three of the story. Part two is below this post.

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I really appreciate the compliments on the last section. It makes me feel like I found a niche in this weird world.

And the story must be good, I assume. My girlfriend tried to steal the notebook when I told her I was working on part two yesterday. (thurs) I'm gonna run the plot of the story until I find reason to change it. (I have a general idea and its rather maleable.)

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Perhaps I should check email and examine the inside of my eyelids? That might be a pleasureable experience. :)

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The Midnight Murder

6:00 rolls around. I feel sick to my stomach because I’ve been crying for three hours straight. I stumble out of the house a commence my search for a payphone. There’s still blood on my sock. I come up on a gas station. Finally, I can call the police! I walk up to the building and lift the receiver. Dial tone. I hit 9-1-1 on the keypad.

“911. What’s your emergency?” asks the lady on the phone. I frantically begin to relate the incident to her. “My parents. They’re dead. I woke up in the corner of their room. I don’t know what’s going on. Can you please send the police?” I hear her typing on the computer. “And I see you’re at a payphone; I don’t suppose you live at that location. If you tell me your address I’ll dispatch a unit over.” I reply quickly. “Umm…yeah. I live at 1505 Crescentwater Drive. I think someone broke in. The place is cased and my parents are dead.” More typing. “Okay the police are on their way. I have all the information I need. You can hang up if you like.”

I sit there dumbfounded for a while. The lady on the phone gets a little anxious and finally breaks the five minute silence. “Sorry I have to do this, but the police are at your place and I’m getting another call. Can you go help the police?” I blink a few times. That was quick. “Alright. Thank you for your help. Bye!” I think of it just in time. “Wait! Can I get your name, please? You’re my new hero!” The lady on the phone sounds amazed. “A hero just for doing my job? Sure. My name is Brenda. Brenda Soumy. Now, I hate to have to but I need you to hang up please.” I reply with a sigh. “okay…” I put the receiver back on the hook and head back for the house.

A couple of police are taking my parents’ bodies out of the house to the coroner’s van. The CSI’s are packing up their van and leaving. The rest of the police are standing in a group. They look lost. One of them spots me and runs over. “Hey, you must be the kid who called 911. I’m Jack. You alright?” I look up at him (I had been looking at the ground). “No.” He looks upset. “Ah. I know what you mean. Losing people is not great at all.” I think about what he just said. “I was thinking more of my stomach. I feel like I’m going to puke.” He puts on a look that expresses sorrow. He looks at his watch.

Hey, can you excuse me a minute? I need to make a call.” I shrug my shoulders. He walks me over to the cruiser and walks over to the shrubs in front of the windows. He takes out his phone and dials a few numbers. I look at his phone with envy. His works.

I get up and walk back towards the house. Jack flags me down and mouths directions to go back to the cruiser. I eavesdrop a little.
Jack: “You’re telling me you want me to bring the kid in?!?”
I walk back to the cruiser. He continues to blab on the phone. He walks over to me a few minutes later.

“The boss says he needs a statement. As soon as backup arrives, we’ll go to the station. Alright?” I nod. He acknowledges my attitude. “I something the matter?” I look sadly at him. “Yeah. I have nowhere to go!” He gives a look of disbelief. “Grandparents or other relatives will probably take you in.” I roll my eyes. “I don’t have ant grandparents or other relatives. They‘re all dead. Have been for ages.” He gives me a solemn look. Another cop car comes screeching to a hault and a couple of police file out.

“You ready to go?” I nod. “Front seat or rear?” he asks. “Front,” I smile, “can you drive fast?” He grins widely. “You bet I can! Come on! Buckle up!” I jump into the car and click the seatbelt. I look over at Jack and he’s still grinning. He hits a few buttons and starts the engine, lights, and sirens. “Let’s go!” He floors it.

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