June 15, 2005
“So, do you want to go check out that new dance club?”
“I can’t. I’m not old enough.”
“How old are you?”
<resists urge to pump fist in the air>
December 27, 2004
My Christmas was a pleasant, if a bit hectic, time to catch up with friends and family at home, but it ended on a decidedly uncheerful note.
My grandmother died, and I will be traveling back to North Dakota for the funeral this week. It was not unexpected, but it comes as a blow nonetheless.
May 12, 2003
I R0><0red my AI final. Also, I got back my last two assignments, and got A’s on them. Maybe I won’t just get a B+ in that class.
Also, I’m sure you all want to know this: There is a Campus Telephone Phone Office here at the 5Cs. Not sure who was in charge of naming that one.
May 9, 2003
8 7 more to go…
I can totally count.
(Edited by Ian at 11:25 May 9, 2003)
May 7, 2003
I ordered a CD burner from newegg.com, but I sent it, accidentally, to my home address. So now, not only do I have to pay extra to ship it back, I have to absorb the extra cost of shipping it.
It’s even worse because they shipped it from City of Industry, which is like 20 minutes away.
And now, the Stupid cycle is complete.
May 5, 2003
If it weren’t for my Pomona class, I wouldn’t have had to get up until… next Tuesday.
April 23, 2003
I’ve gotten three new T-shirts recently that I’m quite happy with. Scratch that. I’ve gotten one, I got a box in the mail that claimed to have the other (but was lying!), and I’m on a mission to find the third, or I’ll get kicked off the dance team.
So, the WWJD (Who Wants Jack Daniels?) suite makes awesome T-shirts. I bought one of theirs a few weeks ago, a black shirt with white writing in the style of the Jack Daniels logo, but about Mudd. Then this week they were in the back of Platt selling more shirts. It seems they have other designs as well. The other one I bought has the D.A.R.E. logo on it, and it says:
To keep college students off hard drugs on weekdays
I’m a huge fan.
The other one i got was a napster shirt to replace the one I made in high school. Sadly, that one is past it’s prime. To be honest, it’s pretty much past the point where I should be using it as a rag on the good whiteboard, but I wear it anyway. It turns out that napster still has shirts left over from when they were alive, and Roxio, the company that bought them, is selling them off. So the package came today. And, I have to admit, it was nice box. It had tape, easy to rip open with a butter-knife, a pretty label with my name on it, some of those air-filled plastic bags (so the shirt wouldn’t break during shipment?), and a lovely itemized invoice. The one thing it didn’t have was the shirt I ordered. Maybe whoever normally had the job of putting that part in was sick that day. Still, A for effort to the rest of the shipping dept.
Anyway, I had a nice little chat with a woman named Nicole who works for Roxio, and she assured me that she would send another shipment out immediately. It was only after I got off the phone that I realized she never said whether that shipment would have a shirt in it either. I hope that guy doesn’t have anything serious.
The final shirt I’m getting is for the dance party on Friday. It’s an Ancient Greek theme, and we team members have been informed that we all have to dress up for it. I got my sheet all ready, but, really, you don’t want to go dancing with a toga on. So I had to think of something else. Lisa suggested sandals, tan shorts, and some kind of shirt with gold cord stuff. “And laurels,” I added. Because you can’t be Greek without laurels. But I wasn’t sure where I’d find a shirt with gold stuff on it, and, due to my recent blood-giving, I didn’t want to tempt fate by trying to do anything with a needle. Thus, I came up with the T-shirt idea.
Here’s my costume: A Crown, dark glasses, and a T-shirt that says “I [heart] Mom.”
April 16, 2003
At dinner tonight they gave us this little trivia quiz on the 50′s copied off of a website somewhere. Evidently tomorrow is the 50′s theme night, and they’re going to have a trivia contest, the grand prize of which is the bike by the door.
One of the questions was: “Of these 4 movies, three of them won the Best Picture Academy Award in the 1950′s. Which one did not?” The four movies were:
Academy Award winners, but I figured that they were all winners (and I was sure of 3 of them), but that one of the movies actually wasn’t from the 50′s… But no, it’s even worse than that. The trick is that Ben Hur won the 1959 Academy Award for Best Picture, which means that it actually won in 1960. Yeah. That’s the kind of crap they expect us to put up with to get a chance to ride around on a big Coca Cola advertisement.
My plan for great wealth was actually an offshoot of a discussion we had over the quiz. I wasn’t sure about The Greatest Show on Earth being a Best Picture winner. Kevin said that, come on, it had to be. I mean, how could the Greatest Show on Earth not win the Best Picture Award. Touche.
At this point, I began to hatch my plan to produce a movie. This movie will be called Winner of Seven Academy Awards, Including Best Picture and Best Director. Just think: how could it not win? Who would be so blase as to dismiss such a film out of hand?
Not the Academy, that’s who.
And the public (those unwashed masses) would likewise be unable to resist its allure. They’d gather collectively around the water coolers and coffee carts of the world, whispering in wonder: “Did you hear about that movie, the one that got all those awards?” Sure, there might be a few voices of dissent, but they’d easily be drowned in the clamor for inclusion in such a remarkable event of prognosticated artistic triumph (like I was when I pointed out that, technically, the new Millenium didn’t start until 2001). Academy Award betting pools would be ignored that year, because, really, what would be the point.
The marketing would write itself.
April 14, 2003
My stems transcript has been found. It had evidently fallen between the couch cushions in the back of the Registrar’s Office.
I just got my registration packet from the Registrar’s Office, which this semester comes with a little “Graduation Audit” thing that summarizes the requirements you have fulfilled and the ones you still have left.
I glanced at it briefly. “Hmm. That’s odd”, I thought to myself, “it says I still have core classes to complete. I wonder what I’m missing…”
::reads a little further::
“Engr 59 – Introduction to Engineering Systems“
Oh well; it must be a typo. I took that class. I got an A. It was almost 2 years ago now. So I looked at the transcript that came with the reg packet. Fall 2001: No stems.
Ok, so their system got screwed up, but… let’s see, I’m sure I have an old transcript around somewhere. Ah, here’s one from last semester. Fall 2001: No stems.
W. T. F.