Why are my entries centered? They arent supposed to be...

Well, so, edit, I changed the theme...kinda like this one but its not quite right. Oh well, not like I am on here enough to matter.

So, here I am, posting from my newly installed Windows 7 machine. Why newly installed? I picked up a pernicious virus that went under both my firewall and my virus protection that managed, in a few short hours, to turn my screaming gamer machine into a paperweight.

You know, I am not a typical internet user. I could care less about Facebook and mySpace as I think shallow social networking is ridiculous and I do not want to talk to people I went to high school with. I did not want to talk to them then, I sure as hell don't want to talk to them now. Most of the internet is a waste of time and I stay away from places that are pretty much a guarentee to get a virus...kind of like how I do not pick up men at the seedy biker bar...I don't get germs that way.

Anyway, I am a programmer. As in, I write programs for a living. For that matter, I make games for a living. So what does that mean to the fucktard virus maker? Probably nothing. But when I have to do an unprepared reinstallation/upgrade because some asshat invented a virus that ate my operating system, it is a fucking nightmare. I lost over a month's worth of email and addresses...no big, right? Well, except now I lost my HR contacts at a couple of video game companies...and I kind of need them. And now I am sitting here reinstalling the entire world onto my computer, and we are 8 hours into the reinstall. Only 10-15 more to go.

I hate you, virus makers. I am going to make it my personal mission in life to destroy all of you...to make it so that if you launch a virus and it hits my machine, a laser from space will eradicate you from your pathetic lowly existence. And, really, what is the point? You are just bullies in the hallways after class, proving how much better you are by being obnoxious shitheads. I hope you are proud of yourselves.

Just remember what happens to bullies. They always get what is coming to them. Always.

"Society has a love-hate relationship with the "pompous blowhard," the "self-aggrandizing jerk," the lovable asshole. It has a hate-hate relationship with the bitch."

Here is the link to the rest of the article.

Still in school. Having a damned decent semester, even if...well, stuff has happened. Some of the stuff does not need to be discussed, some of it might be later. It does annoy the hell out of me that I can't say what I want to on the Internet anymore. Not without having to divorce my myself and I from my Internet avatar. The pain in the ass is that I would (and frequently have) said the same thing my avatar has...tone of voice is, apparently, important.

So much for thinking that the Internet would actually increase communication abilities between the people of the world. Some people are going to be offended no matter what you do or say.

And people wonder why I really hate people.

I am taking computational photography this semester and, I have to say, I LOVE this class. This has to be the coolest and geekiest class I have ever taken and it is utterly fascinating. It's all about the code behind things like photoshop and even the coding in some cameras...uber uber shit.

Writing code is kind of like having an incredibly hot and passionate affair with a mean spirited bastard.

Fortunatly, I make more money programming than I could ever with my body.

( Some people really must think I have this across my face...Collapse )

As a side note, sometimes I really wish that I had the morals of a muskrat.

Well, there is one less liar in my life.

And I am finally not smelling like Pennsic water.

That is all for now.

Michael Jackson

Farah Fawcett

My dog of 18 years, Casper, Cassie to his friends, went to sleep in his favorite spot today and simply did not wake. He was a Norweigan Elkhound that we got as a ball of fur when I was 17 (I think) and he couldn't walk down the stairs, he was so tiny (and adorable). He spent years with us and I swear that dog just smiled every time he saw any of us go out into the backyard. He hated thunderstorms - he would bark at the sky until we let him in - and he was the greatest escape artist on the face of the planet. Full of personality, full of life, he was my dog in all senses of the word (well mine and my mother's), even coming to live with me when I moved to Fayetteville. Since I now live in an apartment and don't have a yard, my parents kept him at their house where he was just a happy dog in a good place.

Mom and dad called me last winter, during finals and some additional personal misery, to tell me that they were thinking about putting him down...that really sent me over the edge. Fortunatly, the vet said, let's try these pills. Cassie improved vastly on the pills...and was the happiest he had been in about five years, pain free and full of life.

Thank you, Cassie, for sharing your life with me and my family. You were the best dog.

Rest in peace.