Archive 1

BAD TV! BAD BAD!

Wow. Apparently it was stupid of me to, like, listen to CNN and the other news stations last night when they had declared Florida a Bush state and given him the victory. YAY MEDIA. ::shrug::. Now I know for sure that this is really all a big crock. They really expect the WHOLE country to follow one man of the two when the WHOLE country is unable to decide upon either of them? Bah. It's too much crap.

--Schmarty

Holy Ballot Counting, Batman!

OH MY GOD THIS COUNTRY IS INSANE. I am _AMAZED_ that Bush pulled that one out to win. I am a little relieved, as I think he will be slightly better than Gore would be... but...

Well, why the hell was it so close? I'll tell you. The people of America know that they are up shit creek. Way the hell up there. In a leaky, stinky, sinky boat without a paddle, life vest, or unused condom, much less a rubber dinghy to escape on. As to which of these two dopey white men will get to stand at the front of the boat and jump up and down and whine about the smell and the rate of boat sinking, we just no longer give a damn. They both suck about equally, and it's obvious that America thinks so. Ah well. Wouldn't want a country with sane people, it would spoil my fun.

Instead of watching the returns, like you may think I did, I went and watched my new American Beauty DVD. American Beauty is straight up krunk. I love eet. Yum. Everyone should see this movie. I don't mean that in a "this is mandatory for living - see this movie" way. I mean it in more of a "If you foster any hopes whatsoever of getting a clue in your lifetime, you will see this movie" way.

Math, CS, and ECE suck. Japanese continues to not-suck, however. YAY FUN.

Humidity makes my knees hurt. Ugh. STUPID WEEK OF RAIN AFTER TWO MONTHS OF DROUGHT. I KEEL YOU, BAKA WEATHER GOD. Nnngk. I sleep now.

--Schmarty

=ring!=

YAY PHONES! Jessica called me and said things that I didn't understand because she talks really fast and so I looked really confused and stopped myself from saying "Do what?!", though she probably thinks I was smiling and nodding in an attempt to be nice. Or something. Heh. Phone calls are good. You people should call me.

Yes. Lots of fun with telephones. My roommates NEVER fucking hang up the phone. It wanders all over the goddamn place. One morning I missed a wakeup call from Gibby saying "GET THE FUCK TO MATH" because my roommate had stuffed it under his pillow. After hearing the message from the answering machine, I had to page the phone about 5 times before I was sure it wasn't in the other room. Usually it just ends up on the guy's desk, here in my room, but it has wandered far off before. Still, what gets to me is how they NEVER FUCKING PUT IT BACK ON THE BASE. So today I notice the phone sitting over on his desk YET AGAIN (see Indians have bizarre religious rituals, one of which is making and receiving as many phone calls as they can in a thirty minute period at 7:30am. At lunch time, they get together in their secret Indian meeting places and compare notes, and the person with the most calls is showered with gifts and the person with the least is made to eat dung. Should one be found to lie about their numbers, their hands will be removed and any wife and children slaughtered before their eyes PRAISE VISHNU!). In an out-of-character move, I picked myself up off my ass and got the phone, putting it back on its receiver.

It beeped at me. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. It had become too good for its home and forgotten that important lesson of "th3 b453 0wnz jo0!!!!"

So I spent some minutes unplugging and replugging the base and the battery too the phone. Only getting irritated beeps out of the whole thing. Finally I said "FUCKIT!" and unplugged the whole thing for several hours. When I put it all back together: YAY HAPPY PHONE WORKS WOO.

Then my roomate comes home and yoinks the fucker within five minutes of his arrival.

Sometimes I really should not bother.

--Schmarty

=gleeful giggling=

To the person in Canada who has been on my FTP server for a little over two hours now: I LOVE YOU. YOU ARE MY NEW BEST ANONYMOUS CANADIAN FRIEND! Heehehehehehehehehhehehheehehee. =ahem= <Announcer Voice> Your contribution to this FTP is appreciated. We Thank You for your Patronage, please return anytime.</Announcer Voice>. Heeeeeeeeeeehehehehhhehehehee.

I like Music! ^_^

--Schmarty

Souja arimaSEN yo!

In the name of all things illegal, I have started up an MP3 server of my very own. It's leech-happy, so take what you like, upload if you want. It's all good. You can check it out at ftp://mp3:mp3@myname.schmarty.net. That's ftp://myname.schmarty.net with name and password of "mp3" and "mp3". Whee. I don't have a lot, but I have the Barenaked Ladies hookup, if nothing else. Napster be damned.

It's late. Whew. I like anime a LOT. Vash the Stampede is my new hero. I thought he was a good person to impersonate after seeing just the first ep. As of today I have seen through episode 8, and he just keeps getting more badassed. Anime is really good. But not Blue Submarine No. 6, unless you get it for free. Did you know that each of its four episodes comes on its OWN DVD? How amazing! And each of these 30-minute long DVDs can be yours for ONLY $19.95. Punk bitches. The fish girl is cute, though.

Buy.com may also go right to hell. None of their damn scripts were working, tonight, so I couldn't even make an account, much less order anything. It really pissed me off, because I had to go to amazon to get American Beauty on DVD, and it cost me atleast a dollar more. Atleast I will actually GET IT, though. Grrr.

Hmm. It seems like now would be a good time to sleep. Yeeeeeees. Sleep.

--Schmarty

There can be only one... at a time

On thing I really don't like is waking up around 11am, after all my roomies are usually gone and in class, doing my normal morning catch-up on my comics and things like EoT and tasteslikeburning, and standing up to go shower only to hear =door open= =door close= =curtains pull= =water=.

So being hungry, I dug out my shower hat and went to lunch with Gibby. My shower hat is very interesting to me. It says to the world, "I have not taken a shower today." I don't know why I find this interesting, but that's about the only time I wear a hat. Oh, and the reason I'm not in that picture WEARING the hat is: you guessed it, I haven't taken a shower, yet.

Being that it's close to Japanese classtime, I think I will go rectify this situation.

--Schmarty

WHEEEEE

I am sleepy. Graah.

Um.. Not a whole lot has been going on, for me, tangibly. I sit in my room and do my computery things. Then I leave my room to do my class things. Then I sleeeeeeeeeeeeep, back in my room.

Grr. That kinda sucks. =sigh=

Anyone around GaTech that knows about anything worth doing, like, ever? Because I don't. Bleh. Someone come pick me up and take me to X city wherever you are and we'll have a party. I'll sing for you. Not that I can sing, but I gotta pull my weight somehow, right? Might as well be through making an ass of myself.

-Schmarty

CANDYCANDYCANDYCANDY!

Yo yo yo, 18 here, live and in person!

I must say, One is never too old for free candy. I, for one, througholy (I KNOW I spelled that wrong) enjoy trick-or-treating.... Woe to the hapless that believes the myth of SILLY STRING and WHIP CREAM!!!!!

Mwahahahahaha....

Suffice it to say, " I Like Candy. "

STAY GOOD!
- 18

Sometimes People Talk Too Much

There's something great about not knowing what is going to happen tomorrow with any real accuracy. Someone thought of that long before I did, and they said it a lot better: "ignorance is bliss".

It doesn't apply to everything, I must say. Some things, such as "Your sister was in a wreck and is in an ambulance bound for Nashville" are really NOT protected by this blanket of unknowing. Yes, that did happen. Yesterday my sister fell asleep at the wheel of the Saturn (eris rest its soul) and flipped over the car. SHE IS OKAY! That makes me very glad. She will probably be sore for awhile, but nothing is broken or busted. That was a relief. The Saturn may be dead, but that is preferrable to having the Laura be so in its place. LAURA YOU ROCK EVEN THOUGH YOU NEVER READ YOUR OWN BROTHER'S PAGE, BUT YOU BETTER FUCKING GET SOME SLEEP FROM NOW ON OR I WILL PERSONALLY PUT YOU INTO A VEGETATIVE STATE. No more risking of lives for you. >:P

It's just weird to think about how close things come, sometimes.

Anyway. Everyone ('cept Wiessie) and everything ('cept my math grade) is okay and peachy-keen. I would like to keep it that way or better. Heh. Riiiight.

--Schmarty

=ahem=

Some people like to exaggerate. :D

• I never claimed to be an expert, that was just too much cleavage in too little dress, from where I was sitting.
• Those 5 minutes to you were no more than 45 seconds, maybe 2 minutes at the outside. And don't PUT my hands anywhere that you don't really WANT them. ;)
• I was asleep long before Gibby ever got back.

Liar!

Folks, Marty had WAAAAY too much fun this weekend.

Just ask Stormy. Marty would not be convinced that she could breathe in this renaissance dress, and claimed to know, because supposedly he is a physics major.

Or ask Kat, who was fondled for a good 5 minutes by Shmarty, trying to determine if each of her boobs was of equal softness.

Or ask Gibby, who had to deal with Shmarty's drunk ass once he got back to the hotel room. Rar.

Anyway, it was fun for all.

--Shod'nShod'n

go go go ji han desu!

Yes. This weekend was fun in many respects. And I should not be mopey bastard.

Instead I will sit here and be a sleepy bastard. See a running theme here? Only I've got to be a sleepy bastard who's working on his nooz script since he's bored and doesn't want to do the Extra Credit 1 program for CS. So now I've got this problem. I will have these two (2) great perl scripts that will reside in my /cgi-bin/ and absolutely no way to use their 'l33t hax0r dynamic content creation abiliti in my index.html because I am a lame bastard. Somebody want to help me out and show me how I am to be doing this? Does it involve mod_perl?

Ugh. My eyes keep closing. No news script tonite.

G'nite kiddies.

Use IE. It knows how to word wrap.
~wiess

When You Go, Go Head-First

WELL! I thought to myself a bit before I started writing this post. I thought "Schmarty... just WHO reads your page. What kind of stuff can you REALLY put on there and not get in trouble for?" Well, the answers I came up with are "No One." and "Anything."

SO! I went to Augusta this weekend! HALLOWEEN PARTIES OUT THE WAZOOOOOOOO. After cheering for the death of the pi¤ata and watching attempts at smothering fire with buckets of dry ice and hot water at Megan's, it was off to ANOTHER party, where Shody got me nice and liquored up for the first time thanks to the drunken losers. It was definitely more fun than a Schmarty should be allowed to have. Did I dress up? Yes. Will I tell you what as? No. But it wasn't Scooter. And will there be pictures? I don't think so. I don't recall being snapped. ;)

=sigh=. Oh well. Time to fall back(har har) into the educational pit that is GaTech. Everyone have a krunk Halloween if I don't update before Tuesday (I will. This is just filler. Fill fill fill fill fill. WOOP!).

--Schmarty

Um, yeah...

Yeah, so, I wanted to see something new on Marty's page, and about the only way to do that is to go about it yourself... Oh well, like I should talk, I haven't updated my own page in quite a while... Heh. But I'm bored, and Marty's in Augusta so I can't harass him online, so this'll have to do.

And why doesn't this word wrap? Gah!

--Sarah

Ohhhhhh Lord.

I have just done a bad bad thing. If you check the time stamp, you might say "What, he got up early? Big deal." But that just ain't the way things is.

I *JUST* finished my CS lab8 that's due at 6pm today (Friday). I AM A STUPID, SLEEPY BITCH. For several reasons. First off being that it took me so long to kick the crap out of my loader bit and make sure it wasn't doing anything funny. Then I went and couldn't figure out freaking regular expressions enough to make it STOP RUINING THINGS when there were basically the same set of rules used on the same line. It... gah... gaaaaaaaah.. .NEGNEGANEEGJEGGHGJAREKRE..

Um... so.... FECK. I might as well try and do some up-stayin', now. That means Japanese HW sheet 7. _MAYBE_ some math, but I doubt it. Prob/Stat has made me into its bitch and I don't think I can fight it this semester. Bad bad bad. Plus I still really don't have a costume for Saturday. The closest thing to "doable" i can think of right now, is wearing my blue shiny shirt, gluing random bits of metal to my ear/nose/eyebrow, spraypainting my hair random colors and shouting "I AM SEANBABY". That, or, like... like..... freakin' nothing. I can't think of one thing that wouldn't require $$$ which I do not have. =sigh=. Oh well. Next Halloween I will plan ahead. And next AWA I am already looking to be Vash. How fun.

Gah. The sleepyshakes set in. Must be time for Mello Yello and Brown Sugar.

--Schmarty

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Yeesh. I had to move those pictures down out of the 'fold' so that I wouldn't have to look at them anymore. Pictures of me are bad. Especially since my eyes are not symmetric. That bothers me. Most people do not notice. Usually I would not. But when I look at myself in the mirror or in still pictures I can see that they are. It makes me grr.

Grr.

Also, having three assignments due tomorrow did not stop me from hanging out at Billy's watching DNA^2 until 10pm, then talking about game-making until 11pm. Finally I am home. Am I working? No, I am scrolling my pictures down the page.

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Oh well. This week is one day from being over. That's good - no more work. That's bad - no freakin' costume. GAAAAAH.

--Schmarty

In Other News...

I -=*FINALLY*=- got my HAIR CUT! WHEEEEEEEEEE. It's exciting. Okay, it's not all that exciting. But it was free, since my dad paid for it, and I got the amusing experience of having a hair cut in a small town barber shop thing, where everyone knows and talks about everyone else. Anyway, before you go insane waiting, here are pictures:

"Pictures Suck."	"Wassup, corner?"

Yeah. I don't like those pictures/captions very much either. Maybe I will change them. Anyway, my hair is now cut, so I will not whine about it for a good month, I suspect. :D Also, I hate school. It is suck. Sleep is good. Rawr.

--Schmarty

I should be worried...

Weather.com had a very interesting scare for me, today, namely that the "weather" for Atlanta today would not be sunny, would not be partly-cloudy, it would, instead, be:

HAZE

I would put up their cute little picture for it, but I fear infringement. Okay, that's not true. It's really because I am lazy, but you are just as pictureless. Go to weather.com and put "30332" in the zip code box. Revel in the haze. I know I will be... =cough=

--Schmarty

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH

I SO DO NOT WANT TO TAKE THIS MATH TEST. I know that I am going to fail it no matter what, so I might as well not worry about it, but I have been doing TOO MUCH FAILING MATH lately. Crap crap crap crap crap.

And the word wrap shit is Netscape telling you what it thinks of you, there, wiessie.

Anyhow, I am (apparently) home from my fall break trip to TN thing. This week I have atleast two tests and two CS labs, and maybe a bit of banging my forehead against inanimate objects (those BITCH inanimate objects). What makes is all the more interesting is that I usually don't have this much shit due in weeks that have FIVE DAYS much less THREE. Plus, I still have to find a costume for this weekend.

Wheeeeeeee, whining makes me feel better.

--Schmarty

Now where did my dictionary get to...

Yeah. Can't go updating my word of the <insert time period here> if I don't got my Dictionary.
Bob. Why is it not word wrapping? It's supposed to word wrap when I reach the end of the box. Stupid Netscape. Moving to IE™ 5.00.2614.3500™ based® on NCSA™ Mosaic™. Yay for html codes that probably won't be embedded right!
So, um.. any suggestions for a new word for me to post? I'm fresh out. No good conflicts to kick my vocabulary into overdrive lately.
Which reminds me of another thing. If you realized that you needed to know at least 2000 kanji to read the average Japanese newspaper, have you ever stopped and wondered at just how many English words you know? I sat down and started looking through just the 'E' section of my dictionary. There were very few words I didn't know. So how many words does the average college student know? I'll assume alot more than 2000. Even if you do count verb conjugations as 1 word.
So English is a fucked up language. Who wants to help me invent a new one where there is no verb conjugation and no ebb and flow to speaking? Something simple and straightforward and easy enough for, say.. a computer to learn. And no f'ing exceptions. I hate exceptions. They are a pain in my a$$. Especially when I have to catch some obscure exception thrown by a program I didn't even write for my CS course.

Uhp. That's enough ranting for now. Ball's back in your court Bob. Or whoever else decides to post (not many people, it would seem). And you need a news rotating script.
~wiess

Guster Does Not Suck

WOOOOOOOOOOP. Shazbot. Dude. I am tired. I JUST walked in the door.

Barenaked Ladies concert was ver' damn cool. RAR. They are funny ass people. Like, they start to play "Baby Seat" but Stephen goes into the lyrics to "The Gambler". And they had a long rap/song about moonshine. And in the middle of $1,000,000, they went into "Country Roads, Take me Home". God it was funny. They are so badassed. Let's see. I already forget a lot of what they did. Like OOH!!!!

Okay, one lull occured when they were like "I dunno how it is in country music... ... but in rock, image is important. So, if you look around you can see empty seats. But when you go home, tell people 'all available seats were filled. the others were unavailable.'" And Tyler cuts in with "and if you look up in section 322, you can see that the whole thing is basically filled with invisible people. Yeah. We can't see you, but we KNOW YOU ARE ROCKIN' TONIGHT, YEAH!"
So they go on to say "That means you guys must be, like the HARD CORE Barenaked Ladies fans. We love that! That's why, tonight, we're gonna play EVERY SONG WE'VE EVER WRITTEN! RIGHT NOW!" and they go into this GREAT medley of, like, the most famous lines from their songs. My favorite was the Gordon stuff at the beginning, especially "Be My Yoko Ono", which they represented with turkey-like gobble/screaming. =sigh=. HAHEHEHAHEHRHEHE


What else? Ohhh. The signs. They were pointing out signs and looking at signs and saying yay to signs and they said "But my favorite is the one by the bunch of people over in section 203 who brought in and hung the 'RESTROOMS' Sign. Yeah." And Ed goes, "oh, I like this one up front..." and it's like a couple of references to some obscure BNL thing.
So Steve wanders over there, and Ed's like "That's an obscure BNL reference" and Steve replies "Yeah. In fact, that kind of information can only be found on Napster! THAT MUST MEAN THAT YOU ARE THE DEVIL!" and starts a little short fast metal/death/scream song about napster and the devil, which ends with Steve on his knees in the middle of the stage screaming "DIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!" into the microphone as loud as he can.

I screamed lots. Rachel, I screamed out "TYLER I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABY" for you. Sarah, I almost got you a shirt, but I could only afford my own. It's really neat. It's the thumbs-up symbol from the "Pinch Me" video w/ tour dates on the back. If you're nice to me, maybe I will loan it to you after a couple of years. Heeee..

I am really tired. I had a good time. Hope everyone is well. Maybe I will remember more concerty things later.

--Schmarty

PS - Though the setup was much like that of the concert a couple of years ago, in the Convention Center, the band opening for the BNL this year, Guster, was not ass-irritating like Rufus Wainwright(sp?). Wheeeee.

What is it with my roommates?

I swear I am getting pissed off, now. Before I took off for my fall break of fun, I set AIM on my Windows computer (already up 2 days) to away as a test to see how much uptime/idle time i could generate while gone. It was just a dumb little thing meant to provide me with a few laughs and maybe the ability to say "SIX DAYS, BITCHES! WIN98 0WNS JO0!".

However, it is becoming clear to me that my setting that away message and leaving my computer on has provided me with MUCH MORE INTERESTING information about what is going on in my room. Namely that someone has been FUCKING USING MY COMPUTER. I don't guess that should be a big thing, but when you treat your computer like a car, it is most certainly NOT FUCKING CUTE for a ROOMMATES NON-ENGLISH SPEAKING FRIEND to come in and just USE YOUR FREAKING CAR because you don't happen to be there.

It really gets on my nerves that I am gonna have to start locking down my own fucking computers from my own fucking roommates. I mean, shit, it's not like they don't have THEIR OWN. THEY HAVE TO. And they all DO. So why in THE NAME OF ALLAH do they have to fuck with mine? I do not know.

Anyway, I suppose this will all be wiped from my mind in a couple of hours, as I will be off to see they Barenaked Ladies and sing/shout/whistle/clap and then drive an hour and a half home at midnight. WHEEE.

=Sigh= Fucking bitch fucking roommates.

--Schmarty

Yo!

I am the son of sam! Beware! I have a big freggin trophy that says I kick ace at being Field Commander! You all should worship me! Someone needs to bum me a real easy idea for a science fair project. I have this stupid report to do on how to procede on experimenting due in 4 days.. woo! And who loves MUN!? I DO! But I have position papers and resolution papers due Monday.. its just too bad that I'm going to awe in the presence of the Barenaked Ladies in 18 hours! YEAH!
18... you are scary. That is all. TGAT!
Worship me for I kick ace!

sleep-
Schmarty's little sis.
(The Flowerchild)

Blah blah blah

In trying to keep with my morning routine (I call it my 'morning' routine because that's when I developed it. Admittedly it has migrated to 'just after noon', but that's no reason to insult it by changing its name.) I have a certain number of websites I must read before I actually do anything useful, like shower or eat food or attend class. Most of these are webcomics, but there are a couple, like tasteslikeburning and elvesontricycles, that keep regular news posts and silly crap going on, so I tack them on for my 'morning' entertainment.

It was with great sadness today that I realized my own page no longer qualifies as a place for me to find new and exciting things. Oh well. What can I expect when the only person who's been posting here for what seems like a week or more has been myself, and I don't find me to be all that funny. Arrrrrr.

I didn't/will not be getting my hair cut, today. I waked up too late to do that AND my ECE homework AND my CS homework AND my Stat/Prob homework. Plus, I will be in Waverly this weekend, so I'll get my hair cut there, where people have half an idea of what they are doing.

Speaking of such, I have some pixy stix. They cost me entirely too much, but I will enjoy every ounce of their sugary goodness.

--Schmarty

JPop is Soul Music for the Pyromaniac in us All

Mother of BOB(hi mom!), this page is fallin'. I gots nothin' for content to put up. I can barely put together enough words to make a nooz post.

But that's just me and it's just a phase. Expect some not-so-exciting time in the future, followed by some not-necessarily exciting, but definitely new stuff.

I HAVE AIRCONDITIONING AGAIN. YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH MY OUTLOOK ON LIFE IS IMPROVED BY THIS FACT. I AM SO ECSTATIC THAT MY RIGHT PINKY IS STUCK HOLDING DOWN SHIFT EXCEPT WHEN I WANT TO USE PUNCTUATION. WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE111

=ahem=... yeah...

I am going to Waverly this weekend (oops, almost called it "home" can't go around doing that). I will see a concert, and I will eat chips. The first one of those things, you knew. The second is news. SUCK ON IT. Ain't it tasty?

--Schmarty, 'bout to go eat.

Music is Pretty

Amidst much prodding and complaining (no, not just from you, Jessica), I am posting some new nooz.

I still have no A/C. That's part of why I simply haven't felt like doing anything to my page lately. It's too damn hot in here to be funny. I also still need a haircut, but I feel this will be remedied Thursday sometime. WHEE haircuts. I like getting haircuts. People play with my hair. Playing with my hair is good. Better yet, they fix it back when they are done playing with it, and =gasp!= it looks better than before. They also cut off the goddamn sideburns that I hate oh-so-very-very-much.

Ehmm. What else? Last night I discovered a fun, new, miracle candy. It's called Brown Sugar. You can get this stuff at the West Side Market for $0.79/lb. Wiess introduced me to it with a sense of glee at renewing his source of brown sugar. I said "wait, you just EAT IT? PLAIN!?" He said, "Yeah, here, grab a chunk." So I did. My mouth was a land of happiness. Go brown sugar. Maybe I'll get that and some more SODA today. WHEEEEEEEE snackies. I'm hungry.

Another interesting truth shown to me by Wiess as of late: GaTech's CS department heads are being deprived of oxygen. They take the TAs and the Professors and they stick them in airtight rooms and jack the normal oxygen concentration down to a near-hallucinatory level. This is the only explanation for the behavior of these poor souls, as they generate hoop-jumping assignments for their beloved students that cause confusion, hurting, and oh-so-much bitter laughter. Those poor oxygen deprived bastards.

--Schmarty

Son of Gutterhead

I am still smoldering in this godawful heat (why does it get WORSE in here after 3pm? It's frickin' EVENING. It's colder outside than in here, but I have nothing to do outside and no one to do it with. Go Me). Argh. It sucks.

I also really badly need a haircut. However, as it seems to be with all things that are Out-Of-Pattern for me, I just haven't managed to find time to go get it cut. Not that I'm all enthused about what will be the likely outcome of such an effort. The campus haircut shop is overprice and underexperienced. I can't think of a single GOOD haircut I've had from them. Oh well. It is better than wearing a mop on my head and slowly generating a gutter across my right temple. If anyone has scissors, electric clippers, and a bottle of water, come give me a haircut. I'll pay you so long as you have half an idea of what you're doing.

Boredom also sucks, but with it being Saturday, boredom is not enough to compel me to be Productive or Useful. Though I could stand to shove some Math up my nose.

Hope other people are doing well. Maybe something good will happen soon so that I stop bitching so much. ;) It's driving my (considerable) readership down.

--Schmarty

-=Ring=-

MOTHER OF GOD IT IS HOT IN HERE.

There are two very interesting things I did now know about Georgia Tech that I learned in the last couple of days:

1. Housing turns A/C -> Heat right around........ yesterday.
   
2. The sun or its reflection shines into my room ALL DAY LONG.

Boy, Stop

Nawwwwwwww, shawty. This can't be right. Somethin' must be wrong. I think I finally ate too much Woodruff food, or maybe I woke up to my roomies coming home one too many times, who knows. The point is: I think I have snapped. I layed awake for a good long while last night (sleeping until 1pm has that nasty side effect), and among the many various and winding trips my mind went scurrying between, I started to realize where some of my work ethic had gone, and maybe(MAYBE!) how to get it back.

See, lots of times I think to myself "God, you are a lazy bitch. Why don't you just do your work? What is wrong with you? I will have to kick your ass into shape, again." But that is a vague thought. It has no real form, or any way to be made into reality. It's an idle threat.

Then in my tossing and turning it occured to me: I am become sleep's bitch.

I am so hopelessly infatuated with the idea of sleeping until-I-Feel-Like-Getting-Up that I have completely been missing out on my PRIME homework times. In high school, I used to start homework somewhere around 9pm (when my parents were there to bug me), or 10pm (when they weren't). I would then proceed to do homework until A) I was done, or B) I was too tired to work anymore and keeled backwards with a book in my lap. In this way I lived, maybe not healthily, but without too much difficulty on anywhere from 3 to 6 hours of sleep a night. A couple of problems came up when group projects were due, leaving me up until, oh, say, 7am when I ought to already be leaving for school. But I got the work done. And I knew my shit.

So I used to be able to do this garbage. This "homework" and this "studying". I am not a moron. I am, as Shodan put it so eloquently that my eyes lit up in wonderment and delight: Motivationally Challenged.

And with that, I am off to struggle in vain against the current tsunami of Prob./Stat. which threatens to sweep far inland and scour off the pretty little beach houses on the shores of my mind.

--Schmarty, yes, at 7am

And So the Circle Is Complete

G'RAAAAAAAAARRRRRR!!!!! Sleep is so very very much my friend. I like it a WHOLE LOT. Especially when I sleep until about 1pm. =siiiiiiiiigh=. Hopefully I will get to do some of that Mad No-Worrying-About-Alarms sleeping this weekend. Yyeeeeeeeeeesssssssssss.

I am coming to realize that I Hate Math. I mean, I guess technically math on its own is alright, so i will call this capital-M Math, meaning "Math as taught by the school of inept numbercrunchers that rattle around in the skull of GaTech." It just hurts me. I used to be GOOD at math. I was on freakin' math teams. I won freakin' first place with a perfect score at a Calculus competition. Why do I suck at math, here? VGD ("I don't know.", for those of you not up on your Tribes chatkeys).

I have done absolutely nothing today. Literally. After sleep, I got up, I ate, I Tribesed. I need to do laundry. I need to shower. I need to do homework (ugh). Instead I am listening to Two Mix and typing Nooz and chatting on AIM. I LOVE COMPUTERS. Thank you. That is all.

--Schbob

It's Dictionary Day!

asshole (as'hol') n. [Vulgar] 1 the anus 2 [Slang] a person who is stupid, foolish, despicable, etc.

Pay particular attention to that last entry folks. That's what I am. Yes, I know it, you know it, we all know it.

~wiess

Orenthro Jones is my Hero

I am just whistlin' some CRAZY freakin' songs, today. I don't know why. I think I just wander off somewhere in my mind and come back to realize that I am whistling some cracked up song. About 2 minutes ago I was riding the elevator up to the 4th floor, and I just kind of drifted off in my mind. When the elevator doors opened, I stepped out to the last few notes of the Warner Bros. cartoon theme. I was very shocked to realize that these sounds were coming from me. Subliminal things are NEAT.

Hmm. Goin' the the Atlanta Linux Showcase, tomorrow. As Wiess pointed out to me today: Linux conferences beat Anime conferences for one thing and one thing only - the existence of free stuff. Yes, tomorrow we are off to mooch and to gather the next years worth of free random Linux t-shirts, fridge magnets, bumper stickers, etc. Maybe I'll get to eat a cricket again. Damn those things are loaded with cinnamon flavored agony.

Drop me a line, folks. I am bored.

--Schmarty

Oh, and if I haven't mentioned it before: FREAKIN' GO READ THIS. The [EoT] 0wn you.

1000 "Thanks" to 18 :D

It's Monday. I'm at college. Tomorrow I have some Japanese due. These are the things that make life what they are. I hold on to them, and I tend to skip less class and fail fewer tests. Mmm-hmm.

Also, I am a bored and lonely Schmarty, and sniping at people's head in Tribes only takes me so close to my happy place. I should try talking to girls sometime. I hear they are way more entertaining than guys. Heh.

Ehmm... hmm... what else? Life has some weird freakin' cycles. Sometimes nothing is going on. You get in a rut. You feel kinda trapped, like nothing is ever gonna change for you. Then Eris goes =FWIP!= and stands you on your head, so she can laugh while you say "Hey. Why are all of you upside down?" She's good to me that way. Eris is good to us all. :D

--Schmarty

Logic? What's that???

I love Marty. He is good man. Anyone say bad things, I will castrate.

I am SAILOR KAMIKAZE (distant relative to Sailor Bacon), and if you stand in the way of true love, I WILL PUNISH YOU! *strikes a pose*

I can't believe I just said/did that. I'm sooo fucked up. lol.

Anyway, no real purpose to this post.... I just got bored, and wanted to remind y'all that I'm not dead. And I'm happily mated. But don't ask. Or you'll get confused. lol.

DON'T EVER STOP LOVING ME, MARTY! OR I'LL HAVE TO HUNT YOU DOWN, AND FORCE BROWNIES DOWN YOUR THROAT!!!! *maniacal laughter ensues*

...Oh wait.

Did I say that out loud???

*blink*

- 18

http://www.amalgamusic.com

It is excellent! Marvelous! It will fulfill your minute! You will not die!

(please go.)

Thank you.

Not Quite About To Go Eat

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

God, people are weird. I suppose I should be upset by this fact, or worried by it somehow, or basically anything other than feeling the slight amusement and TRUE entertainment it brings me.

Went to Anime Weekend Atlanta 6 yesterday. It was nothing like I expected, because basically I had no expectations going in. This is the best way to approach life, because when I think about what I actually spent most of my time doing at the con, I think "God. That actually kind of sucked," yet I still had a really good time and am really really glad that I went. Maybe it's the fact that I was around people. I don't know. Yay for it all, anyway.

And cake. Yay oh so much for cake.

--Schmarty

U-WAAAAAAAAY!

I am about to go eat.

--Schmarty

Ugh.

Well, it almost goes without saying that no one wrote me about their day. I love you, too, neighbor.

=Sigh=. Some days it is really and truly not worth getting out of bed. I wish tomorrow was one of the days that I could afford to do that. Then again, when it comes to budgeting time, I tend to live well beyond my means.

And with that, I am going to sleep instead of doing the three brands of homework that are due tomorrow.

--Schmarty

Hey, My Laptop Works, Again!

Okay, really, I swear, the PortScan Debate(tm) is over and closed. Really. I promise. Really. Really. Yes.

SO! Today is Wednesday. Much to my dismay, I was not aware of my Japanese assignment due at 2pm, until, oh... 1:40pm? WHEEE! Good thing we have time after class to turn it in, so that was really a non-problem. Um...

Let's see... let's see... News... nooz... stuff... ummm... ARRRRRGH... Dude, I don't know. I think I am plum out of good happenings. Today was a nothing-day, it seems. BLAAAAAAH. Write me some mail and tell me about your day, instead.

--Schmarty

So First You Buy An Island...

Yes.

Anyways, it's me, Wiess, back for a change. Wheefun. Got a few things to say.
1) Portscanning is not illegal. So back the (explicitive deleted) off. Or I will personally demonstrate to you how Security through Obscurity works with the TCP/IP stack.
2) Netscape is suck. How long has it been since its functionality has been updated? And bloody why can't it make it's tables react properly? *sigh*

Anyways. I need some pointers on some good 3D modeling and animation software- separate is hokey. No, you may not know what I'm going to do with it. And yes, it can be for a *nix or winblows-9x core, since I don't want to go through the effort of reinstalling 2kpro.

That's about all for the day/week/while.
~Wiess

I want to be Buckminster Fuller when I grow up.

Mmm-hmm. Feel the goodness and the warmth shine down on you from above as you sit in class. Yessir! It's entertaining stuff. Today in CS, Greenlee (JIMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!) got to introducing us to unions, in C. Since most of you probably don't know what unions are, I will kind of explain. They store different information in the same, overlapping spot in memory. If you have a union of a number, a letter, and a string, and you store something to the number, the letter and the string are basically worthless to you. As he explained that in the lecture, many sounds of confusion came from the audience. He said, "Now, I know that at this point you must be thinking to yourself..." and proceeded to very slowly, very meticulously write 'WTF' next to the picture he had drawn. The entire class about died laughing. Go Greenlee.

Ehh.... what else? Got another harebrained scheme for free bandwidth/storage space/living quarters in a hardcore place in the works. Want details? Too bad, you would just laugh at me. Then I would cry, and it would be embarrassing for everyone in the room. So don't ask. ;)

Wiessie still doesn't like cheese, and, umm...... uhh... I'm outta nooz, I think.

--Schmarty

'Mu.'

There's nothing quite like the feeling I get when I set a really crazy/silly away message, and come back to see an IM from Amy. That's because such a sequence of events can only mean one thing: that she has snagged my away message for display in her AIM profile. Oh the shame. Heeheheheheehehee. Okay, so I shouldn't feel special because of it. I can't help it. She's cute. Shut up, I'll smack you.

I am feeling so weird. Today, around 4:20pm, I started DOING HOMEWORK. It kinda snuck up on me, sinister-like. I printed out my ECE assignment due tomorrow and looked it over, dreading having to do it. Then I pulled up the online lecture slides, trying to get some sort of idea of what I was up against. Then I pulled out a sheet of paper and a pencil, started sketching down ideas on number one.

In an hour and a half, I had finished my week's worth of ECE2030 homework. Holy crap. For an encore, I went ahead and read all of my assignments for the next day, and pulled out my CS homework, due Friday, to give it a look-see. All this productivity can only mean that something is fundamentally wrong with me emotionally. :D

If ever you begin to yearn for the good ol' days and get to feelin' a bit homesick: DO NOT FIND YOUR OLD RADIO STATIONS ON WEBCASTS TO LISTEN TO THEM. It can only lead to heartache. You might even hear a Europa Go-Karts and Golf Commercial.... oh God...

--Schmarty

I got nothin

Well, I don't really gots nuthin to say, so I'll just hit you with a random thought of the day. This is a visual, so you'll need to hit the link.

RANDOM THOUGHT OF THE DAY

--Shod'n

Sometimes I See the Benefits to Misanthropy

Well. I have had a right bad week(end). That's just the way things go sometimes, I guess. Today was a good escape, though... hang at Billy's and destroy plastic cup structure after plastic cup structure with my Nerf dart gun with irreplacable darts. RAR. And I didn't lose any of them tonight. WOOOHOOO!

Also, I am thinking I liked living on East Campus better than I like West. Although there's more privacy and more space, there's also a lotta love missin' from this side of the GaTech. Makes me yearn for the good ol' days of Tribes/Quake3/Soul Calibur and talkin' smack. =siiiiiiiiigh=.

And to all those involved: port scanning is not a crime (unless you live in Norway... I don't), neither is naming a picture 'badbadman.jpg', and since you won't listen to me about it otherwise, I will just post it here: NOT EVERYONE HAS TO LIKE MATT. NOT EVERYONE AGREES THAT HE IS A GOOD PERSON. IF YOU EXAMINE THE EVIDENCE, I THINK YOU WILL FIND HE KNOWS A LOT MORE ABOUT WHAT HE'S DOING TO YOU THAN YOU THINK. STOP BEING MAD AT ME FOR EXPRESSING MY DISLIKE FOR SOMEONE WHO CAUSES NOTHING BUT HURTING TO THOSE AROUND HIM. I'm actually losing sleep over the problem, so I would appreciate it if everyone would just get the fuck over themselves ASAP.

Thank you.

--Schmarty
"The human race will begin solving it's problems
on the day that it ceases taking itself so seriously."
               --Principia Discordia

Never Underestimate the Power of Smack

I got called "soulboy" today. It was FUN. I don't quite understand it, or the full ramifications of what it means to be a "soulboy", but there it is. Think about it while you are tuning out your professors. I will be.

On a semi-related note, I would like to direct everyone to NMAP, again, as there seems to be a moral opposition to it in one particular circle of friends. Perhaps some research on the subject is in order for all involved ('cept me. I _DID_ my homework on it).

Also, people, be nice to each other, or I will come after each and every one of you with a hacksaw, and will come back with two extra legs in a black gym bag. This is mostly directed at a certain person who never reads this page and who in fact is probably too frightened to talk to me. Sarah knows who I am talking about.

Ehh.. I can't think of much else, right now. I am kinda fubar'd in the head. Apparently I am meddlesome.

--Schmarty

Two Freakin' Minutes

So I went to CS lab yesterday, and that's where everything going on in my life and my head simultaneously came together to make a loud =CLICK=ing noise and sharply twisted my head about 15 degrees on all axes.

As it turns out, I am stupid.

This wouldn't be so bad if it was something like "Stupid in the Socratic way wherein I admit my fallacy and therefore show my wisdom" which I _USED_ to believe I had. This is "man, you're really an idiot, aren't you?" brand Stupid(tm). It hurts.

Two minutes today to fix a coding error that was the difference between 50/50 and 0/50 yesterday, but is worth nothing, now.

Three tests down the hole.

I love school.

--Schmarty

Wait... Wiess, cute?

So, Wiess doth be proclaiming that what he did was cute.

Did I miss something?

Sorry, dude, but I haven't seen you do a cute thing in the ~10 months I've known you. It was neato, spiffo keen, even, but not cute. Plus no one cares about that guy's info except you. =p

RANDOM THOUGHT OF THE DAY: A box of cinammon buns that costs $2 at Wal-Mart is $2 at Wal-Mart for a REASON.

-Shod'n

Chicken Soup for the Pornographer's Soul

Wow. This nooz list thing is getting looooong. I'm starting to think I should make it archive by month. What an excellent idea! Look for that, um, next month when it actually matters.

I've discovered that walking around with a little bit of angry inside will do wonders for your responses to people and your overall outlook for any given day. Try it sometime and I'm sure you'll know what I'm talking about.

I've discovered that attending a little bit of class will do wonders for your understanding of the material and your overall GPA. Try it sometime and I'm sure you'll... wait, most of you people _DO_ go to class. Nevermind. The prodigal son wakes at 9:30am once more.

=^.^= <-- look. it's a happy kitten. worship the ascii art.

--Schmarty, wondering if all of that was really worth the 5 minutes it took to write, or the 20 seconds it takes to read.

The Nooz

Hm. Looks like the nooz script is being aboozed. This is for Nooz. Stop being LAME. It was cute when I did it because I had to actually FIND it. Granted, having access to cgi-bin was helpful, but that's irrelevant. Back to the matter at hand. Making this your own personal .flame will not be tolerated. Ask Schmarty to make a forum if you want a .flame. And then I will get out the Napalm and the Flamethrower and make you all into toasty critters.

This is the end of the public service announcement.

Tao fa tsu-dan.

~Wiess

God You're Messed Up

     Just for the record... 8:15 am classes are waaaaay to early.
     
     Especially for a clutz like me. Seriously, I'm a clutz and I'm not joking about that. So what happened today you ask? Oh not much, I was just walking back to lovely Hightower Dorm when suddenly i stepped in a hole or something and, well, fell. In the words of my roomie..."Oops i did it again, i fell on my ass, i tripped on my foot" etc etc.

     In other news, or should i say NOOZ! in honor of the gracious host Marty, I'm tired and sleepy and I really really really want a nap. Since everyone is now telling me to do so I shall simply just laugh at them and say "no". Do I have any other nooz!? nope... well... does anyone want to do my lab notebook for me? Please? Ok fine. I go nappy now. You all win.


Laters!
Malissa

Disco Lives On, Like the Evil Dead

Lately I've been getting a certain comment which both warms my heart with the good-natured flames of uniqueness and leaves me wondering just whether or not I am quite all right.

That comment is, "You're weird."

Say it to someone you love, today. ;)

If you'll check the time stamp and think real hard for a few seconds (more if it's still before noon your time), you will probably get wide eyed and maybe lose control of a few bodily functions. Yes. It's 6:45am. I am awake. It's crazy. I'm weird.

But then.... YOU probably have clean clothes. YOUR room probably doesn't smell like mildew from a towel you've been using to keep YOUR non-leaky window from flooding your room. Also, YOU probably did your homework before you went to bed.

Damn you.

=sneeze=

--Schmarty

Put Down Those Pliers

This being Monday, I thought it would be a good time to set the record straight on a few things:

• Yes, I still love you.
  
• Yes, posting on my nooz thing is fine, fun, and (f)encouraged.
  
• No, you may not put that in my refrigerator.

How Quickly One's Mind Changes...

Now that I think about it... anyone who really wants to: go ahead and profess your love to me, here. It's fun for all! Especially me. Heeheehee.

--Schbob

*_*

I LOVE MARTY, TOO!!!

- 18

There is no 4th Entrance.

I'm starting to get that sinking feeling that I either need to A) lock down my news thing so other people can't post on it, or B) stop giving out the freakin' URL to everyone who asks for it. Ah well. As the Communists would say, "It is not really your page, anyway, you filthy capitalist whore-dog."

Looks like lots of people have pages. I guess I should make a links section eventually. Good suggestion, thanks. You're welcome. Go to Hell. Yessir.

Also, I don't think anyone should be allowed to profess their love for me on my own webpage, so stop that, you have webspace, don't you? ;)

Um... what else? I am really really damn sleepy. Travel will do that to me, I guess. Yay for Wesleyan, the $20,000/semester sorority of the South. Yarrrrrrr.

I still sleepy.

-Schbob

Egofest '00.

This is sad. I wanted to make a webpage. Not because my computer came with tons of pagebuilding software, or because my mom bought me a scanner for Christmas and its collecting dust. I made one because I wanted my face on the internet. So, I guess I could write some thesis here with words like pragmatic or hermeneutic, but really...I just want attention. Ahh...to be a Leo.

So go to it...admire my fake band and my insane family and pretend like you care. Email me, so I'll have something to do from 11:25-12:50, before chem lecture. I'll shut up now. ::hops away:: Thanks!

Go to: http://hometown.aol.com/nermalj/myhomepage/index.html

-Jess

Nermal J: Oh I forgot to put I LOVE MARTY!! on my post. dammit.

Leavin' On a Je-..er.. Foot

When was the last time you took a road trip? How about the last time you took a road trip with NO CAR?

Well, come Sunday I will be able to say "This weekend, yo." (although technically I could say "Last Thanksgiving, yo." but that was Greyhound and an old guy was offering drugs and scaring people and I just as well pretend it never happened. Oof.)

Yes, I am goin' to Macon, from Atlanta. Wheehar for Random Airport Shuttles!

---Schmarty

R-r-rabbits, plinkity plink-plink.

Nothing like the sound of dripping water to help you study for a CS midterm/minitestworthtwentypercent in the morning. Let's not be confused, here: I _LOVE_ storms. Lighting is more fun to watch than most cable television and thunder is the only bass out there that no matter how loud it gets, no one can get pissed off and complain to housing and get you fined/kicked out of your room. The one thing I am _not_ loving about storms is the rain. Rain is also a good thing, lemme tell you. It keeps the smog away from my head and shoulders and down in the water table, where it belongs. In the summer in a non-city-place, it might even be safe - nay, ENJOYABLE - to go play in the rain. However, when the rain invites itself in through a crack in the top of your window, and makes itself comfy on your floor, it's time to take issue with this foul-weather, watery friend.

Stupid leaky windows.

T-minus two tests before my week is back to no-stress. Wheehah.

--Schmarty

NOT a Shameless Plug...

Hallo folks!

Yet another person has comandeered Marty's news update feature, but I'm actually doing it for his own good. Uh, really. My own selfish motives have nothing to do with it.

It might look like this is a plug for my own personal webpage but, really, I have a lot of Marty's stuff up there. Check out the things he wrote under the "Random" section, and the crazy pictures of him that I have. I'm just sharing my webpage with you all so you'll have another place to laugh at Marty at.... Honestly.

And Marty, I, uh, am just doing this because I, um... want to share your greatness with the world. Yeah.

--Sarah

YIPPY!!

*poing poing poing*

HIHI! I'm 18 (that's my NAME, not my age...), and since everyone is using Schmarty's page for their own enjoyment, I thought I'd kick in something, too!!

So... Um... This is my contribution to the wackyness that doth ensue.

Check me out at http://18.tasteslikeburning.com (dunno when that's going up), and http://www.chickpages.com/rants/cyborg_number_18

K.... I'm outtie now. *wave* bai bai!!

-- 18 SIGNING OFF!

The sucking never stops

But only if she's good at it...

Just kidding around, folks, but goddam if I can't figure out what the hell to do right now. My durn company has me doing this bitch work, which I don't mind all THAT much, but I have stuff that'd I'd much rather be doing, like working on my own site. Regretfully, we're doing some rush job for a company that wants all this stuff done by friday, and I get stuck with the programming end of it. Yar.

Random thought of the day: "This" is an anagram for "Shit"

-Shod'n

You Don't Got Nothin' like THESE Here Waffles

YESSIR! There is NOTHING like some 11-12 hours of sleep to put me just where I need to be: which is... uh... basically where I was before, really... but.... like... sunnier.. and happier... you know - a world full of OPPORTUNITY! Opportunities for brightening my future! Opportunities to see the world in a whole new way! Opportunities to eat candy bars, to play in elevators, to MAKE THE WORLD MY OYSTER (not that i particularly like oysters, but sometimes you can toss them just right and they'll skip out over the water a good 9 or 10 times. You bet.)

Hee hee hee.

SO! It's Tuesday. I has me some major freakin' tests this week. HAR HAR HAR.

Uh.. I'm not coherent enough for speeking to you right now. I am hongry. I must eet.

--ker-Schmarty

None o' Yer Lip...

OOOOOOOOOOOOPsie. I let my page go for several days in sad rotting-dom. I can't help it that I'm easily distracted by music, books, and subversive software. It's a character flaw, I guess. Oh, and I re-installed Linux on my server-box, so this was down for a few hours yesterday. Hopefully no drastic 'tweaking' (read: reinstalling again) will be necessary, and it will keep on truckin' happy-like.

Um. Other than that I also have nothing really interesting to report. Blah Blah.

--Schmarty

Got Smack?

Ok, is it just me, or are like half of the world's web people on crack? Take, for example, Best Web Design. If you know anything about this business, which you probably do, considering you're reading this page, take a look at the pricing plans. Oh, my, god. I thought I was gonna blow out a lung from laughing at this load of shiite. Especially how they charge more money for more frames... behehehe. Anywayz.

I've started up my own personal site, kinda an online playground, if you will.... and if you won't, screw off. I don't like you. When it goes up, it'll be at www.tasteslikeburning.com, so you can frolic among it's three link options to all your heart's content.
Man I'm tired now.... I only got 5 something hours of sleep last night, and ever since I got home from college back in may I've been a little pansy boy and like to get at least 8 hours of sleep a night. So, on that note, I'm going to go home and be a bum there, rather than sitting here at 7:15 on a friday night at work playing diablo 2, like the rest of my fellow worker brethren.

Next time I'll just moon him...

Alright, so I once got this HORRIBLY short haircut a day or so after dye-ing my hair blonde (and ending up with it orange). That whole day I wore a hat, and that was O-KAY. But then SHODY comes in with his HAPPY DIGITAL CAMERA(of suffering). And wanted to snap pictures. Before the picture-snappage could commence, however, he made off with my hat. Arrgh. So I followed him into the hall, where he made a _LOVELY_ shot of me with ugly, short, orange hat-hair. (you can see it by clicking under 'hurting' in the bored stuff over there -->).

It only gets better, though.

Many times I have been threatened with that as a blackmail photo, to which I would reply "I'll just put it on my webpage. :PpPpPPpPPPpPPPPpPpP" (that's NOT pronounced 'colon-peepeepeepeepeepeepeepeepee,' by the way). Well, in his own Shody way, he came upon this very special Schmarty picture one night, whereupon Stormy (so many S-named people), whom he was entertaining with Lovely Digital Pictures(of suffering), said (something to the effect of), "It's Scooter!".

Now I wasn't there, and maybe that's not how it went down, but this is my subjective reality and if you don't like it, go get your own.

So, anyway.... =sigh=... maybe I need to go re-orange my hair. Oop. Wait. Sleep. YES. Sleep.

--Schmarty

It's true

Oh yeah, I am a crazy censorin' mofo. You betcha.

--Schmarty

Time for a little um... errr, ego stroking.

By the way, this is me, in all my tech-ified glory.

-Shodan, Shod'n, Shod'nShod'n, MEEEEETABALLABOY!

Bob is a tiny god.

Ok, well, this be Shodan, the shiznit, the former media god (till Visyz took over my position, the bitch) and all 'round game player/unix-resisting bastard. Work is great, but manytimes boring, so I'm going to amuse myself with this until it ceases to amuse me... makes sense, doncha think? Anyhow, I run a nice little --website--, so if you DON'T know me personally, and you DON'T have any idea who the rest of the losers on this page are, and you STILL care enough to read this, you're probably a very sick person, and you need help. But still, check out my website, because it may just snap you out of your catatonia enough for you to drive your sorry ass to the doctor.

ANYWAY!

Here in my office we have Sean, Will, Don, and Ian. Besides me, that is. I mean, I do have a name too. Well, I'll just revise the list. Sean, Will, Don, Ian, and Shodan-- My real name, girl scout's honor. Sean is the resident "guy like me" except for the fact that he's about 2 cm around and weighs all of a kilogram. He's big into anime (woo), techno/hard rock (woo), and being a hardware bitch (woo *cough*). Everyone's scared of him for some reason, I can't figure it out, because he looks menacing, sure, but then you just kick him in the leg and watch his knee snap like a twig. Kinda funny, really. Ian's the programmer (I'm his proteg‚, y'know) and is the man that Sean says he "could see leading an ethnic cleansing". I don't really understand why, as Ian, besides his amazing capacity to produce belches that will shake your toup‚ off, doesn't really have any evil talents that I can see, other than his sheer stupidity for getting a Mustang GT with an AUTOMATIC TRANSMISSION. The bitch. Don's the white haired ex-hippie father figure, and Will is the bald (by choice) artsy-fartsy type. He's also married to a hottie... go figure.

So, bored yet? I am.

Random thought of the day: GOD DAMMIT WHY ISN'T HALO / TRIBES 2 / RUNE / SACRIFICE OUT YET?

Oh, and go here.

8/9ths of These Posts are Mine

You see, kids? This is what happens when you say to someone "Oh, I thought you had found my news-updating page and slapped something into the news." They go and they find. Grrr. But I'm not pissed off, really. In fact, I'm gonna leave it, and if any of you actually get what he was talking about, I hope you put it to good use so you don't get your rear-ends h4x0r3d by someone who is far t00 l33t for j00.

That's all, for the moment. And Gibby - my script converts newlines to <br>s and tag beginners and enders into their proper &lt; and &gt; thing. I wanted my newses to be plain text 'cept where I went back and specifically added stuff. Silly me, expecting I'd be the only one to use it. :)

--Schmarty

Alot of morons in the world..

Okay. So I'm not Schmarty. Instead I'm Wiess. (uh oh. hope this thing wraps properly).


Oh. Right. Why I went to the trouble to do this. I'm sick and tired of being scanned from computers with the Wu-FTPd 2.6.0 lreply buffer overflow exploitable bug becuase.. You guessed it. They were overflowed. And I'm seeing a lot of this these days. Especially since you're average Script Kiddie probably thinks Unix are those guys who aren't guys any more.

No. Seriously. I'm pissed. Here's the latest victim that's scanned me.

If you're curious, here's what Nmap and a pair of connect()'s tell me:

Interesting ports on wittgenstein.cs.iastate.edu (129.186.93.139):
(The 1510 ports scanned but not shown below are in state: closed)

Port State Service
21/tcp open ftp
23/tcp open telnet
25/tcp open smtp
79/tcp open finger
80/tcp open http
98/tcp open linuxconf
111/tcp open sunrpc
113/tcp open auth
513/tcp open login
514/tcp open shell
515/tcp open printer
670/tcp open unknown
6000/tcp open X11

TCP Sequence Prediction: Class=random positive increments
Difficulty=757996 (Good luck!)
Remote operating system guess: Linux 2.1.122 - 2.2.14

220 wittgenstein.cs.iastate.edu FTP server (Version wu-2.6.0(1) Mon Feb 28 10:30:36 EST 2000) ready.

Red Hat Linux release 6.2 (Zoot)
Kernel 2.2.14-6.1.1smp on a 2-processor i686

So have at it, all you kiddies! I'm going to bed. 'Sides, I probably screwed Marty's formatting up bad. *shrug* Oh well.

-Wiess ^D

Plagiarism is the One True Art

In light of all the hatred coming down my ethernet cables generated by the good people over at AOL, I didn't write any good news yesterday. In truth, I was a depressed little bugger with lots of homework to do, on top of that, but I am working on getting out of self-pity mode, and may, indeed, be approaching escape velocity. Whoopah!

So I have this professor for CS2130(previously CS2330) named Jim Greenlee (not professor Greenlee, not Mr. Greenlee (that's his dad), just Jim. Maybe JIMMAAAAAAAAAY if you can run faster than him). He is a jerk. When I say he is a jerk, I mean he can make you laugh, but laugh in that uncomfortable way that makes you realize, deep down, that this guy is out to help you in your quest of finding more reasons to hate life.

Well, he's been giving us vocab. Every day of lecture, he'll say some random obscure word in his rantings that he is sure most people don't know, at which time he will go to his Special place on the marker board and write it down for us. Yesterday he was ranting about inputs. He quoted (badly) from the 10 commandments of C programmers...

     5    Thou shalt check the array bounds of all strings
          (indeed, all arrays), for surely where thou typest
          ``foo'' someone someday shall type ``supercalifragilis-
          ticexpialidocious''.

Of course, we did the polite-laugh thing, and I looked over at Billy (yay Billy!) and said, "Or 'pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis... har har.'" And Billy laughed and I laughed and swung my attention back to Herr Greenlee, only to catch the end of his sentence, which sounded something like "-olcanoconiosis... ... ... ...It's a lung disease. Miners get it." and a wave of 'we're confused' laughter came out of the crowd, and a huge '?!' appeared over my head and he went to his special place on the board and wrote 'pneu .. .. osis' and said, "Look the rest up."

I feel so ripped off. :)

Grrrrr...

Alright, so I get home from Japanese, where I was beaten sharply about the head and shoulders with grammar and new vocab, to see a very interesting message on my screen. I thought to myself, 'Hmm... that's kinda weird, considering I've been out of the room for the last few hours. I guess AIM kicked me and the client tried to-' blah blah blah. So I signed on. It went think-think for a good long while, then brought up my buddy list. ...
...
My _EMPTY_ Buddy List. >:/

So as chance would have it, I thought 'Nah. It's not really empty, AIM is just screwed up.' And closed AIM and restarted AIM and signed back on to-....

What's this?

Apparently 45 seconds of being disconnected was not long enough. So I waited, checking ICQ. ICQ works fine, and all 3 of the people I know who use it were on. Hmmm... I read email and webstuff to kill time while I waited.

5 minutes later I type in my password and sign back onto AI-.... .... ...!!!

This is really starting to get on my nerves.

So it looks like AIM is hosed! YIPPEE! Someone at AOL.com has decided that I am Evil. I don't understand it, but I basically can't get data from any of AIM, AOL, AOL.com, AIM.com, any of it. GRRRRRRR. Yay for TiK which somehow doesn't give a damn.

Who Works out of a Dorm, Anyway?

     Yesterday I awoke in a world of blinding light and bitter, antiseptic cold. Once I managed to pull myself from under the covers, I quickly showered and got dressed just to keep the cold out. Soon even sitting in front of my computer was just too much, it was DAMN cold. I stood up and walked over to the A/C unit, and found that it had been set to a new, all-time high-power which I will call "Cryo-FREAKING-Genic". I swore through chattering teeth, turned it down and left the room for awhile.

     Last night, as the sun stopped heating my room but the A/C kept cooling, I ran into a similar problem - I's cold! So I just plain shut the thing off and went to bed.

     At this point it is interesting to note a special feature of my room: It's smells FONKY most of the time. I have blamed this on everything from my roomies to mildewy towels, but this morning I have finally SOLVED the MYSTERY. See, I shouldn't be awake right now. I should be happily snoozin' for another couple of hours, but I really have to use the potty (:::mutter mutter, stupid roommates working at 8am:::), AND it was just TOO HOT under my covers. So I got down offa the bed, and cranked up the A/C again. Only to be BLASTED in the FACE with the worst concentration of that smell yet. It was then that I realized the room had been smelling just fine until I did that... YAY SMELLY AIR CONDITIONERS. Someone buy me some Febreeze(tm).

     Oh well. The bathroom, she is empty, and so is my bed. I think I will go occupy one, then the other. It's a party. A party of sleepin'.

3/4 of My Posts are about Food

Now don't get me wrong, I am ALL ABOUT some brunch. It's breakfast, at lunch time. It's a healthy, day-starting meal served when the day REALLY STARTS: 11am or later. This being said, I still gotta ask - WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE DINING HALLS HERE ON THE WEEKEND? Sure, maybe what I need in the morning(sic) is a healthy heapin' helpin' of pureed yellow goop (eggs), some sort of mash that someone once told me was hashbrowns, little almost-link sausages(sic), and a tall glass of Pasteurized Dairy Product... but by this point in my life I am USED to wakin' up at sammich time. I appreciate the offer of part of a Balanced Breakfast, but those should be reserved for the very special times when I am STILL AWAKE AT SEVEN IN THE MORNING. Meantime, get to fryin' my cheeseburgers, damn you.

Oh, I added an email link over there ---> so you can send me email. Not like anyone who bothers to read this doesn't already know my email. Har har.

=yaaaaaawn=

I _REALLY_ need to get out some and meet new people. I am just sad. Ungh. Vas ist los mit me? I dunno. That is even sadder. Maybe the fact that I checked my own page for new news and was disappointed not to find any has something to do with it.

Just keep telling yourself, "They are not scary. They are not scary."

Oh, and if you ever feel the need to go out to eat on the Sunday before Labor Day, just go ahead and walk in front of a Greyhound bus bound for Chicago, for you are on the verge of making a life-ruining decision.

Oh, for a basket of chicken strips...

     Man. You would think that eventually, after enough sleep, you would just =POP!= awake and start functioning in the land of happy-notasleep-people. I am already(!) relearning that this is JUST NOT SO. After about 9 hours of sleep, it starts becoming easier and easier to just, you know, not get up EVER. Maybe I really did pull a 28 hour stretch last year...

     Anyhoo! It's Sunday, and I should be doing homework (:::snicker:::) or something, but then I have the oldskool labor unions to thank for my extra 24 hours of goof-off time.

     Meanwhile, I am hongry...

Mornin!

WOOP! So, as luck would have it, I finally NUKED my old page.
...

Yeah, it wasn't such a big loss for me, either.

I've been working on this news script for way too long. I should REALLY know Perl better by now. =siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh=. Anyhow, my over-exerted brain means you don't get anything special news-wise this morning, as I am about to GO to SLEEP. How about THAT? HMM!? :P