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S a t u r d a y , S e p t e m b e r 7 t h
9:49PM | Do you smell that?
Sometimes at work, you've just got to combat the assailing boredom and monotony with a little lighthearted childishness. Thank the Ingenious Inventor of plastic poop. One of the merchandisers at the store has a little toy, a brown plastic replica of a coiled pile of poop. Looks deceptively real and repulsive. I was running a cash register, and the security guy and myself decided to apprehend this toy for our own amusement. We spent hours planting the little plastic poop in places where it could not be avoided, waiting to see how the customers would react. Needless to say, very entertaining.
1:35PM | Aaaiiighe
Isn't this picture of Doug Wilson great? I think he's purposely slightly leaning to the side so that you can see what's on the shelf behind him.
F r i d a y , S e p t e m b e r 6 t h
10:20PM | Intro To My Narrative
In ENG111 this afternoon, we were supposed to turn in a rough copy of the intro to our narrative essays. I had typed mine up before class, but my printer isn't working so i showed up to class without my introduction. But I sat in class and worked on it as was most everyone else, and when it came time to let the teacher review the paragraph he just started reading mine for a few seconds, but it was so long that he gave up and said "it's good". I'm sure he didn't quit halfway because it was too boring, right?
10:14PM | RPCUS Controversy
Davey points out that the RPCUS responded to Doug Wilson's response to their accusations against himself, Schlissel, Wilkins, and Barach. Additionally, Wilson has come back with a swift reply.
T h u r s d a y , S e p t e m b e r 5 t h
2:34PM | In Park
It was a pleasantly cool and breezy day - a great day to be outside. So after classes I went to the park to enjoy some running. At one point I took a break on the bridge and spent some time observing the ducks and turtles swimming in the lake. There were a couple swans as well. Swans are a lot like women: they are graceful, clean, curvy, and they yell a lot. :P
W e d n e s d a y , S e p t e m b e r 4 t h
9:57PM | Storytime
I'm finally working on a short story, but not voluntarily. In English 111 I am supposed to be writing a narrative essay five to seven pages long. My story, as far as I have it planned right now, will most resemble Dostoevsky's White Nights.
9:54PM | Fact of Life
Enetation will be being installed, too busy, or under maintenance every other day.
M o n d a y , S e p t e m b e r 2 n d
6:38PM | Hurriedly Fleeing
I never appreciate how fast the earth is spinning until I observe the sun in its late-afternoon westerly descent.
2:05PM | Style Sheet
During my blogging rounds yesterday evening, I noticed that Emeth Hesed Smith has constructed her blogs in such a way that all tables have been converted to an exclusive CSS layout. I thought it would be fun to do the same to my blog, so I implemented CSS-only design. That's what I did last night.
S u n d a y , S e p t e m b e r 1 s t
8:38PM | Irish Moment
I just discovered this wonderful site that provides images of the pages of ancient Irish manuscripts. The site is available in both English and Gaelige.
S a t u r d a y , A u g u s t 3 1 s t
11:20PM | Help Needed
Today there was one of those most interesting customers in CompUSA. He was rather bedraggled, with a beard, brownish yellowish jagged teeth, greasy hair, and an old backpack slung over his shoulders. He approached me and asked me where a certain adapter for a certain serial cable might be found. But he assured me that he did not need my help, he just needed to know where the adapters were so he could "help a young lady find them. If you just tell me where they are then I can help her". I think the "young lady" (the bedraggled overweight lady pushing a young child in a shopping cart) was his wife. So, all things as normal as things ever are with customers, he goes off to the location I pointed out to him. Moments later he comes back to the front of the store and hustles towards myself and three of my co-workers. This time he ignores me and speaks to Smiley, our security guy.
Bedraggled man: "Can you help me find an adapter for my serial cable?"
Smiley: "No, I'm security and can't leave the front of the store."
Smiley slinks a few paces away.
The Bedraggled Man turns imploringly to Thunder Dan, and is suddenly desperate and about to go hysterical.
Bedraggled Man: "Are you available?"
Thunder Dan (squints suspiciously): "I am."
Bedraggled Man (imploringly): "There is a coc- a man, a lady, a young child, and one of your shopping baskets on aisle seventeen looking for an adapter. Can you help us?"
Thunder Dan (hesitatingly. then he smiles): "I believe I can."
Exeunt Bedraggled Man and Thunder Dan.
11:06PM | Math Applied
Inventory at Comp USA is coming up towards the end of the month. That means the store closes at 7PM, and then those of us working inventory work throughout the evening and into the wee hours of the morning, counting stuff, and watching people count stuff. Most people groan and act like this is a bad thing. But I like the long hours. And being up so unusually late working is a good feeling. Then there's the free dinner they provide us. College singles learn to appreciate things like that. So while I'm busy counting 400+ ink cartridges verifying the accuracy of the previous count, I can remember all those things about inventory that I should be happy about.
12:53AM | How Things Work
Here is a very interesting and useful site from a recent graduate of NC State, called How Things Work.
12:50AM | My Return
Finally, I am back online. Oddly enough, tracking records show that visiting traffic to my blog increased while I was away. Hmm. But numbers don't concern me, and therefore I will risk my level of incoming traffic by writing stuff again.
Like I promised a few weeks ago, I will start writing short stories, but only as inspiration strikes. I am one of those unfortunate people who become inspired at the most inopportune moments, when I do not have time or tools to write my thoughts down. As a result I usually think up of stories that I like and would wish to develop, but soon forget them.
During the period of my online absence, I have resumed college classes. Wake Tech seems like a decent school, and I am glad to be there. I am taking six classes: Intro to the Internet (nothing new in there), English 111 (expository writing), Interpersonal Psychology (one of my favorite classes), Intro to Networking, Web Development Tools (teaching me to use Dreamweaver, which I already use), and Intro to Web Graphics (how to use Photoshop, which I already use). I dislike none of my teachers, and I consider myself lucky there.
In my last Psychology class session, the class took a self-assessment test in which we each ranked eighteen values one through eighteen in the order that they were most important to us. These values included such things as An Exciting Life, Social Recognition, A World at Peace, and Salvation. Then everyone was asked to compare their rankings to the national average and discussed the discrepancies and their implications. After I gave a little speech on the priority of salvation/religion and its role in determining how all my other values played out, and explaining why A World at Peace and A World of Equality were ranked so low, and explaining why I thought Social Recognition was ranked at the bottom nationally, an Indian behind me was questioned as to what discrepancies stood out to him. He said that he ranked Religion very low. The professor, Dr. Viehe, asked him if he was religious. He said that he was a Hindu, and when asked to explain why he did not hold Salvation to be of greater importance he gave a passionate sermon on the Hindu doctrine that since the soul is immaterial and cannot be burned or cut or feel physical stimulus, it is of no concern to have any considerations of heaven or hell, since the soul cannot feel the pleasure of heaven or the pain of hell.
That's all I have to say right now. I have other issues on my mind but it is getting late.
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