Because tommorow will be worse than today
Blasting Jane’s Addiction at any time certainly has the potential of getting on my nerves, but when my neighbor does it 8:00am (even if not sleeping), it’s definitely unerving.
That’s all.
I’ve been ‘borrowing’ my neighbor’s (well, really multiple neighbors’) wifi signal, and it really busts my balls when it’s not reliable. It’s reliable at night, late at night; it’s reliable in my bedroom, but I just wish it would be strong and constant in my living room. Arg.
I was sitting at my living room table this morning, reducing a maximum pairing problem from a longest path problem (that’s NP-complete) into a shortest path via Bellman-Ford when a girl walks into my apartment with a comforter wrapped around her (she had something underneath, also). I guess I left my door open after going downstairs to get some coffee. I asked if I could help her, and she just asked to use the bathroom. I was completely confused (as was she!), and mentioned that after taking a mega-dump that morning I was out of toilet paper — she didn’t care — so I said OK. So, she went in the bathroom, without closing the door, did the deed, and then tried to leave my apartment. I had anticipated there being some difficulty in this, so kept my front door propped open. So, leaving my bathroom she walked into my bedroom and tried to exit through my closet, which didn’t end in an exit. Next, she tried my front room closet; again, to no avail. Then finally I asked if she was OK with no answer that seemed to resemble English. Then, asked whether she knew where she was; this time an answer, but is was “NO.” Finally, I asked whether she knew where she was going with the same response. So, I helped her to my neighbor’s apartment, where the door was open. Needless to say, I think this young woman is going to be in for a surprise if she has a drug-test to take anytime in the near future.
I have this great feature, where at night and in the morning none of my laptops (not my phone) can connect to my wi-fi either because
I’m surprised I was able to even publish this — I’m probably on my neighbors network. Gooooooooooooooooooo Time Warner Cable and Internet!
Seriously, what is a better way to get people to accidentally dial 911 then have a phone where, in order to dial out, you have to dial 91? Who ever came up with this scheme is probably the same person who came up with the pet rock or drive in daquiri shop. Granted, since you only get a dial tone after you dial 91 it’s not that bad, but still, getting someone in the habit of dialing 91 before calling is just probably not the best idea.
The pipes in my building suck, hence there is now standing water in my tub and the sinks are stopped up. I hate bad pipes.
This title could be misleading, but we
assure you it’s completely benign and has nothing to do with regretful, drunken nights or malformed body parts; it has to do with design decisions. Namely, when something is built with primarily one type of connector — like a screw — so that you need one (often commonly-owned) tool, why put one or two others. In particular, I was replacing the keyboard on a macbook pro ,and for the most part, all the screws are phillips, and so I’m going to town taking the thing apart. Then I get to a part that requires a teen-weeny torx — and I don’t have one. I really don’t see the see for it, why not just a phillips? This probably exposes multitudes of mechanical ignorance; well, sobeit.
On not so much a similar note, but a related one, I’m fully certain that my laziness will prolong the installation of this keyboard for another five months. So, my goal is to have this thing installed by no later then Fall of 2012, or at least by the Super Bowl of the following year.
So, birthdays were usually fun when you were a kid, really fun. You’d get clowns, ponies, pools, hookers, presents… what a blast. But as you get older some of things start to fade away (some, of course stay), and birthdays start to become more of a chore then a pleasure. And the real kick in the balls is when there are somewhat large numbers that evenly divide your new age. By large number I mean a number that at that age you can distinctly remember, and you weren’t a tiny kid. So dividing a number is one of the most (if not the most) basic concepts. It says the following:
For integers J and I, J divides I iff there exists an integer K , where K is neither 1 nor I and JK = I.
A simple example, 2 divides 6 because 2×3 = 6. But, keeping with the elementary number theory theme, it’s no better, necessarily to have a prime age — especially a Mersenne Prime age, which is an integer of the form 2n-1 for some n>0. I’d say after n=4, birthday’s start to resemble bowl movements.
No one likes getting older, but I guess it’s one of those things that happens. I don’t think I’d really like to get younger either; nor do people really like to stay sedentary. So I guess age is just an altogether poor subject for most people. Not to give away too much, but there was an Arrested Development episode where Mother Boy was celebrating the same anniversary as my birthday tomorrow. Speaking frankly in the third person, the author is not happy to turn this age, nor will he be happy in turning any more ages afterwards. I’d say there are only a few good ages to turn. Growing up in New Orleans, the driving age was 15, so 15 was good. The drinking age was 18, so 18 was good. The unofficial age to smoke pot was 13, so 13 was also good. Otherwise, no one really cared about the rest of the ages. I think the first really worthless age was 19; who gives a shit about 19? 18 is good, at 20, you’re not a teen-ager; at 21 you’re an adult; going back, at 17 you can see NC-17 movies; at 16 you can have sex with an 18 year-old without that 18-year old being prosecuted for statutory rape (though I never tried this one out); at 15 you can drive. Anyway, I can look forward to 65, when I should (but won’t) collect any social security, I guess.
