I love IRC logs…
*Casey8* Diana Ross’ husband died
*Tarrier* how
*Casey8* fell while climbing in South Africa or something
*JennAway* that’s sad
*Bubbaprog* i guess there is a mountain high enough
so cold…
-IggDawg
1.Go into your LJ’s archives.
2.Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
3.Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4.Post the text of the sentence in your LJ along with these instructions
“Dinosaurs who jump out of planes”
So I’ve been toying with FreeBSD. For whatever reason, it’s horribly addictive. I downloaded it about a week ago, and I’ve been spending my evenings tinkering with it. I want to set up a firewall with it to learn about networking and security under FreeBSD. Specifically I’ve been messing with this on application that I really wanted to install… Gnome. It’s a GUI, and a really sexy one at that. I should really be practicing networking instead of dicking around with a GUI, especially since I spend most of my time in the black & white goodness of “console” mode.
The problem is that I get addicted to troubleshooting, and that’s where I do my best learning. “Like fucking hell I’m going to let the machine win!” so I go at it and learn my way to conquering it. it’s how I learned netowking under W2K and XP. So I’ve gone from not knowing how to change directories in this OS that’s 100% alien to me to doing some pretty involved troubleshooting over the course of a week. If I hadn’t slept for 2 hours last night, it would have been the third all-nighter I pulled in the last week… but still, I’m proud of how much I’ve learned.
And the punchline: I knew that it was time to take a break last night when I was talking to this girl I met on emode.com . I’ve been talking to her for about a week now and she’s pretty interesting. We haven’t met up yet since, among other things, my car is in pieces in the garage awaiting parts to fix the transmission. She was offering to come down here and pick me up so we could go on a date. My initial reaction in my head was “no way, I have lots more troubleshooting to do, then I want to set up a firewall.” I took a second to analyze my motivations and found some serious conflicts. Needless to say I’ll be going out tonight, and have sworn not too touch the computer when I get home. at least for 10 minutes or so.
and that’s my story.
I hate writing with a pen/pencil/sharpie/crayon. I hate writing in sharpie and crayon less, but you get the idea. I’d so much rather type. Every time I write a form out by hand at work or whatever, I think of how I could get it done by typing instead. Some stuff has to be done by hand for documentation purposes, but still…
I need to replace my hands with a print head. it would be all MegaMan style, so it’d turn back into a hand for those intimate moments where a print head is less desirable than a normal hand. yeah, that’s all I got.
Restoring music through physics:
Apparently they take pictures of records and convert the images into digital music files. Usihng computer magic, they synthesize the path of the needle through the grooves on the record. Then through science magic, they use the same digital image processing to eliminate physical damage to the records as they use to single out the paths of particles in particle detectors. Or something. Blurb next, full article behind linky.
To test their hunch, Fadeyev and Haber turned to a precision optical metrology system used by Berkeley Lab physicists to inspect silicon detectors destined for the upcoming ATLAS experiment, which will search for a theorized but never observed particle called the Higgs Boson. Instead of measuring silicon detectors, however, they programmed the system to map the undulating grooves etched in shellac phonograph discs. The images were then processed to remove scratches and blemishes, and modeled to determine how a stylus courses through the undulations. Lastly, the stylus motion was converted to a digital sound format.
I still listen to the soundtrack to Mechwarrior 2. Yeah, the one from the mid/late 90’s. It’s sort of a mixture of classical and techno. As odd as it sounds, it works really well. The production quality is amazing for a game of it’s age, or even a current one for that matter. The game was great, but I’ve gotten a lot more time out of the music. It lends itself well to driving late at night, which I do a lot of.
Just like the title says, the guy in this thread was lucky enough to give a complete psycho his number. there’s a very brief story, and dozens of recordings of crazy messages this chick has left on his machine. She just randomly calls him and complains about this or that. and yeah, she’s completely nuts. It’s like she’s using his answering machine as a LJ account.
I spent all night learning BSD for no good reason. Other than perhaps that I didn’t know it yet. I guess I tend to get engrossed in something when I’m learning it for the first time. Who needs sleep when you have beer, coffee, and a little red devil? Besides… all-nighters are healthy. keeps your body on your toes. yeah. that’t it…
EDIT – ok… I’ve been at this too long. I just typed “cd ..” into the URL box instead of hitting backspace to go back on page. wow.
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