It's been a while. I'm always getting sidetracked, unfortunately by nothing useful. How is it that I can spend hours and hours at work and not accomplish anything?

Also, waiting for chance encounters sucks. I like control. I won't go into detail here but I will say that it's frustrating not to have control over things and being in the dark in certain situations.

I offer this haiku:

I am waiting now
Will something please happen soon?
Frustrations abound

Not much to comment on. Was lazy this past week. Just been working on report and a poster for our presentation on 8 October. Also been thinking about research.

Oh, I guess I *did* do something fun. I finally silkscreened again. I made about 8 shirts this past weekend. I made several "Awesome" shirts. One was for my housemate as extra motivation for her screening exam coming up tomorrow and friday. I also made 2 "HANG THE DJ" shirts. In case you don't know, that's a line from a Smiths song (Panic). I realized that I really need to construct a better device for screening, as it's really, really, really, ridiculously difficult to get the designs lined up correctly on the shirt.

So that's it. Did the "Science" radio show this morn. Went over well, though I was *almost* late to my chinese quiz. Not that it would have mattered as I bombed it.

I woke up this morning and it was about 12 degrees in my bedroom. Seriously. Of course, my side of the house (North) is always cooler. I always have to remember that the temperature usually rises 10 degrees on my ride to campus.

Anyway, so I started work on the Quinncyclopedia on the "Me" page. I'm better at writing stupid little comments than I am at organizing my thoughts into full paragraphs or even multiple paragraphs. The only thing easier would be tables and graphs, but I don't want to geek out too much.

Summer is almost gone. 2 more days until school starts. Where did it all go? I'm wrapping up the summer project and trying to get my regular research on track. I also need to balance work and fun better. I need to cut out the screwing around and fit in more biking, running, surfing, swimming, and hanging out. Like a wise person once said: "You'll never meet anybody sitting in your bedroom playing on your computer." Wait, maybe it was a comic strip that said that. Anyway, I'm out.

I have to write a paper for next week. It's not a REAL paper, just a "what I did this summer" paper and it needs to be in IEEE format so I decided now is the time I force myself to start using LaTeX. In case you don't know, LaTeX is a markup language - kind of like HTML but much more complex - that academia uses.

So yeah. I had the software installed already (from a failed attempt at learning a few months back) so I made my officemate point me to the example files and I just dove in. I guess it's not that bad. You just have to learn what all the commands are.

So much like HTML, I'm learning by hacking. And I'll probably always be a hack but that's not such a bad thing, is it?

Alright so I started on the redesign of the poge. I'm going to re-teach myself how to use cascaded style sheets (CSS) and other goodness. I'mm going to accomplish this by stealing sven's page and hacking it - doing what I'm best at. Don't hold your breath but keep an eye out of you're at all interested in what I have to say. I'm also going to put in a radio section for playlists and CD covers and stuff.

OK. So now starts the blog for real. I'm in the lab and should be working. I got a bunch of summarization done, so I'm taking a break. grrrr. This is not my "pour my heart out and be all introspective blog." That's elsewhere. This is my "general stuff and weird stories" blog. So there.

So yeah. I had this wack dream last night. Somehow I got roped into moving some stage equipment back to my old high school. For some reason I agreed to it. I reserved a Uhaul truck. Then, just before I was to do the moving, I found myself at the Target store where I worked in high school. I was hanging out and though I knew I had to go, I stuck around. Then I got a call from an irate Uhaul guy saying he was closing soon and I better come pick up the truck. Still, I procrastinated. I thought "I never agreed to move that stuff. To heck with it." Then I decided to go and was trying to get to the car, but as in so many dreams, I couldn't walk fast or something (kind of like when you try to run away from danger in dreams - it's like you're in honey). So after a lot of details that either I don't remember or weren't present in my dream, the job was done and I was relieved. weird.

MSG