Runaway Future

This is an old school reference to back in the day of college (International Institute of Pancakes, Manatees and Penguins Department):
SETI@Home is soon to be dead
That’s right kiddies, no more ‘Kevin’s searching for aliens’. Sure there’s BOINC, but let me tell you, I tried BOINC and it sucks. I refuse to use BOINC to search for aliens. I’ll resort to the tried and tested method of giving up.
I still warmly embrace Grid computing, and currently I run the World Community Grid on my computer anytime I go out. I’m even getting pretty good at it.

Also on the college side of things, I’m playing a bit of CS again. Actually not doing too bad, although I need to tweak some of my settings.
Also I just ordered 512mb of RAM so I can play Half-Life 2: Lost Coast. Amazing graphics, here we come.

Finally, here’s an interesting Slashdot thread on hiring IT students.
My own experience is that a lot of things have to be done outside of the class structure in order to get hired. You’re in class eight hours a day, and if that’s all you’re willing to do to work towards your future, then you deserve what you get. I did extra research on things that interested me, and so now, I’m breezing through the boring crap because I want to do web design and I wrote a lot and so now, I’m writing my own copy for the website.
That’s the difference.
Is the job industry hard? oh yeah, coming out of school, you have no experience, save for maybe a work term of drilling hard drives and imaging computers. But industry isn’t impossible. You can’t expect the world and you can’t expect that your resume will speak for itself. Speak for yourself, but remember, you’re never as good as you think you are, which doesn’t mean you’re crap, just that there’s room for improvement. Extra work goes a long way when the chips are on the table.
This comment is golden. If you read nothing else today, please, anyone interested in IT, read it.
And this.

Oh, and why do mannequins have nipples?

I went to see Good Night, and Good Luck tonight.
I left with four things on my mind:
1. I need some liquor in my house. Preferably Johnny Walker Red.
2. I want a typewriter. We have one in Sable River, perhaps I can steal it.
3. I want to go ahead with the redesign and continued work on this website, like I mentioned before. Also I need different categories then just Interpersonal and Intrapersonal. Curling, Hockey, Journalism are all ideas befitting their own category.
4. Like a certain period on my previous blog when I just let ideas flow and wrote droves upon droves in a very short amount of time, I need to take care of all the links that I wanted to address. A lot of it revolves around one subject, Blogging and Journalism. I need to sit down and go through it all. There is a lot of commentary that will result from it.

Also, I got my Might Ducks of Anaheim media guide today. Very interesting. It answers none of my questions on some selected Ducks prospects. But at least I am recognized as media. Woo hoo.

Oh and I discovered a fourth row of cookies in my Oreos. Do you know how happy it makes you to find that you have a full additional row of cookies when you only thought you had three?

According to my handy-dandy ForecastFox extension, it’s currently cloudy in Halifax. Thanks for the accurate report poindexter, I’ll just ignore the rain being hurtled against my office window.

Yesterday, I strongly considered getting a clown fish. See I read this HalifaxLive article and was like 50 clams, that’s nadda. So then I got a thinking and reading on the actual Dal site. I know nothing about salt water or salt water aquariums. How am I supposed to care for anything?
Elmer, my office plant, is drooping all over my filing cabinet. I kinda forgot about him for a week, so I dunna what’s up. I’ve tried watering him extensively this week, but no avail. He’s not looking all perky like. Despite my skills with laundry and ironing and doing dishes, I am far from domesticated.
Right so back to the fish, I don’t know how to get proper salt water, especially on a weekly basis. I mean, I can’t just go down to the harbour with a bucket can I? That’s not really water. So I kinda pushed it aside and now the website says there are legal issues with selling the fish. This whole thing reeks of someone making a snap decision and suddenly everyone else is going ‘wtf?’.
The mere fact that they’re calling it ‘Save-a-Nemo’ makes me think of when I was in the Caribbean. The panhandlers had these beach towels they were selling with like fish on it, or lizards etc. So anyway, the one panhandler that approached us referred to the towel with a clownfish on it as the Finding Nemo towel, and was very insistent that it was a Finding Nemo towel, despite the fact it was just a clownfish with no real resemblance to the film. Cashing in on the success of others…

Oh and now the website says the Aquatron has adopted all the clownfish. Hooray!
I didn’t know Dal had such an extensive marine biology section. That’s kinda cool. They have seals there?

I had a particularly shocking occurence yesterday involving this girl from Brazil that I talk to on occasion. I don’t want to get into it, because it’s way too odd, but suffice to say, I think someone hacked into her MSN account. It’s just very peculiar and it keeps entering my mind.

I don’t have much to say. Pratically everyone I know is busy studying for finals, and I’m going stir crazy with boredom. Work is getting to me a bit and I need a good night to go out and down some spirits. I’ve been busy with…what? and so I know nothing about the world around me to comment on or process and pass along. I like Slate.com but I am saddened that Songmeanings.net still hasn’t opened up. I’m watching the clock more then usual these days, but I’m not going anywhere.

I am asleep and no one can read these words. I said good night and that I was going to bed. It isn’t a complete lie. I’ll go soon enough.

I found this a while ago (I constantly email myself from work and have a gazillion links in my Eastlink email to myself about things to read or write about…by the by, I still haven’t looked up Matt Taibbi).
Finding your own definition of success. Link
The article even has my favorite quote.
The only question that scared me when I went to Toronto for the Garfield Weston interviews four summers past (has it been that long already?) is when they asked me, why, with all my arts background, my drama, my writing, did I ever chose computers? What did I want?
What did I want? What do I want? My answer was happiness. It’s a hard one to achieve.

I need to do laundry, I need to do dishes. The heat in this place is tempermental to say the least and currently I’m freezing, although a few hours ago, it was balmy. I want to go see Good Night and Good Luck and Walk the Line, but there is some trepidation there because I don’t know how much longer I can call or show up before it becomes too much.

Edit: I before E except after C

So we won.
I’m typing this not as a tired and sore curler, but as a member of the consolation championship winning team in the Molson Mayflower Cashspiel.
Five games in 36 hours. Our final record of 3 wins and 2 losses, both losses coming on the first day. We beat two teams that beat Colleen Jones.
Prize money accounts to $700. My share is $175. Counting the registration fee, I made $75 bucks this weekend. But, Lord, it was worth it.
Not bad for a team cobbled together the week before. A team that never played alongside one another previously.
This was a good one.