Zhanga: November 2005

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Tuesday, November 29, 2005 (7 comments)

My mom wanted to see some photos, so I logged into Facebook and set her free. Whoops.

I did manage to keep her from seeing any really bad pictures (the worst she saw just had some beer), like the one of a really happy Charles on top of the East Cobb Park playground slide roof looking like he's about to eat a penis twice the size of a fire hydrant. Actually, I ordered a print of that picture a while ago (oops) and my mom checked the mail before I did (oops) so she saw it (oops) along with other bad photos (oops), but she hasn't said anything about it and she isn't going to. But if she had seen it on Facebook while I stood right next to her, then she'd be forced to say something about it, which would inevitably lead to her mentioning the other pictures I printed out, which would be really, really bad.

At least my mom was entertaining. She looked at the section where it says "Interested in," chuckled, and asked why I put "women" (sags, shut up). I wondered what was so funny, and I asked her if she would rather me put "men." Then I realized that she thought it was a fill-in-the-blank thing where I chose to type "women." Chinese parents don't seem to like this sort of thing. Off-topic, but while my mom was here over fall break, she asked me if holding hands in public was allowed at Duke. I guess she doesn't know about the graduation requirement of having sex in the library stacks.

I pointed out that there was a section below this that listed "Interests," where she noted that I had put stuff like eating, sleeping, watermelon, Coke, etc. She complained about this and asked why my interests are so stupid. Of course, I had no good answer because there is no good answer.

The next fun thing was when she noticed the thing that displays whether you're in a relationship. She asked me if Mary had a boyfriend, and I said no, but she went to look anyways. "In a Relationship with Jin Wang (Columbia)." I think my mom read this with the understanding that it wasn't serious. Obviously, she doesn't know Mary well enough.

Next, she noticed that somebody's (forgot whose) profile said "Looking for: Friendship." That's when I really began to regret letting my mom on this thing, because mine said "Whatever I can get." In the past, it also said "Random play," and apparently I had removed it, which is a really good thing. She would definitely have asked "what is 'Random play'?" and I would have had lots of fun trying to answer this while explaining that Facebook is just for fun and doesn't perfectly reflect reality.

Now I definitely can't let her on Facebook again... not after Pat's party and those pictures of Eva. I can't imagine how I'd ever explain to my mom how we managed to get 20 pictures of Eva spread like a broken compass, plus a drunk James on top. ("Oh... that's not Eva... I only posted those... because the girl looks like Eva and I thought it'd be funny... uhhh...")

5:19PM

Monday, November 28, 2005 (4 comments)

Ok, so I lied. On Monday night, I decided to take a Greyhound home, so if you talked to me after Monday night and I said I'm not going to be home, I might have lied just a little. But oh, was that worth it.

I tried to catch the 2 AM bus from Durham, but apparently the bus stop closes before then, and I didn't have a ticket, so I walked out in the rain with Dan and Tai for nothing. We walked back and were soaked. So I got up early the next morning to catch the 8:30 AM bus, but somehow I got on the 7:15 one even though I bought my ticket at 7:25. At least something went well, even if it went wrong.

I got to the transfer stop in Charlotte around noon, where I waited for an hour. There was one really, really, really annoying angry mother who kept yelling at her little son ("TAY SHAWN!!!!!!") every 30-60 seconds because he would run off from her and go sit at the arcade games or play with the pay phones or something. This stupid lady really pissed me off. Of course, as luck would have it, they were on my bus to Atlanta. So I was in eight hours of horrible misery. He didn't stop yelling and screaming the entire trip, and it seemed like he had an endless supply of energy. I bet a lot of girls would kill to be able to burn calories that easily.

My mom called in the evening, and of course the kid was yelling like crazy. Luckily, she asked me if that was a younger sibling of someone being picked up at Duke by their parents. I quickly said yes a lot.

At about 5:30, we were on the border between metro Atlanta and rural Georgia. We were going south on I-85 and were near what used to be exit 44 or so (around SR-120/Duluth Hwy/yes that's the same 120 that we know as Roswell), and we hadn't passed the GA 316 junction yet. We hit rush hour traffic, as you'd expect, and were slowed to a crawl. The bus stop is in the middle of downtown Atlanta, so I kept wondering if we were going to get there anytime in the next three hours. The guy behind me obviously had never been to Atlanta before. He was on the phone with someone, presumably a party waiting to pick him up, and told them he'd be there in twenty minutes. You can imagine how hard I was laughing inside. Twenty minutes later, we were still well outside of the I-285 loop.

Ronjon picked me up from MARTA at 7-something, and I got home around 8. (By the way, the Kristen line from the last post was just the standard line that makes fun of Ronjon for no real reason. I haven't had many of those recently, so I threw that one in for good measure. Thanks for the ride.) This was the fun part. People thought I was stuck at Duke, and surprises are always good. Here's the list:

Mom

I opened the door and we (Ronjon & I) walked in. As soon as I opened the door, things start going wrong. The door hit a ladder really loudly. What was a ladder doing behind my front door?? Anyways, I ran inside to turn off the alarm, but guess what, my mom had changed the pass code. Well, I guess the surprise I gave my mom was a little bigger than it was supposed to be. Oh well. I yelled at her to turn off the alarm, and I think it took me about five "妈妈!"s to get her to realize it was me. It turns out that after the alarm went off, my mom told my sister to call 911, but my sister thought the alarm was my mom's beeper going off (which it does just about daily) and so was too slow to actually dial. Apparently, elementary school "THIS IS HOW TO DIAL 911" programs are useless.

Belinda

Looked absolutely confused for about five minutes. I guess it can be described as a "why am I supposed to dial 911 when my brother gets home -- wait what is he doing here" kind of look.

Tiffany & Lilly

A few hours after I got home, I called Lilly complaining about how there is nobody left at Duke at how it is sooooooooooo boring and how I was bored out of my mind. I was hoping she wasn't by herself so that I could reduce the number of trips I was going to make. Well, she was at Tiffany's... so I went there and rang the doorbell. It's moments like these that make me enjoy life. I was standing close to the door, so my face wouldn't be visible from the inside, but I could see Tiffany approaching and trying to see who the visitor was. I watched as the door slooooowwly opened, but I didn't see a Tiffany because she was hiding behind the door. When she peeked, I think she had a look similar to my sister's. Apparently, they thought I was "some creepy Chinese guy," but I'm not really sure how seeing my face changed anything.

Akbar

I was at an RCP with Lilly on Thursday night, and Akbar called. I talked about being stuck at Duke. It began something like this:

Akbar: Hey, how's Duke?
Me: Boring. There's nobody here and I'm stuck here.
Akbar: That sucks, man. Are you watching a movie?
Me: Oh, yeah. I'm watching a movie by myself cuz I have nothing better to do.
(I got overruled by a bunch of sags, so we were watching How To Lose a Guy in Ten Days.)

The actual meeting was lame. "Hi." "Hi." Boring.

YUJING!

On Wednesday afternoon (I think), Yujing called me and woke me up at like 4:30 PM (I know... how awful) so I made myself sound extra sleepy and again complained about how bored I was and how there was nothing to do at school so I just slept to pass the time. My mom walked into my room while I was on the phone, and I had to shoo her out before she gave it away.

Two days later, I was coming back from Black Friday shopping with Lilly and Eva, and we went to his house to surprise him. But he was out! Who would have thought? So Eva called Yujing to let him know that she got her license and wanted to show him her new ride, a Lexus. He told her that he was at Johnny Rockets, so we went there. The parking lot was ridiculously full, so I drove around in circles trying to find a spot. The girls told me to avoid driving near Yujing's location, and I should have listened, because he was with his dad standing in the street looking for us. We unknowingly drove right past them, within just a couple of feet, but luckily their backs were turned. I also got lucky that the Lexus engineers had acoustics in mind, because its soundproofing is really good. Just imagine two sags six feet away screaming/squeaking like a bomb is about to go off (or like they just realized we passed within six feet of our target). Now imagine not hearing it. That'd never happen in my old car. Anyways, there were no parking spaces, so we came by for another pass and told him to look for us. Yujing had a very nice OMG face when he saw the car, and then he had a super OMG face when he noticed that Eva was in the passenger seat, and then that kind of turned into a WTF face when he saw me driving. I think Yujing gets the cake for best reaction.

Eva

I would have done this, but I didn't because of safety concerns. If I had tricked Eva into believing that I wasn't coming back and had randomly shown up somewhere, then I'd probably lose some brain function.

While I'm on the topic of Eva... the last memory I have of her mom was that fun little incident when she walked into Charles's second party and dragged Eva out. The one where she ran into me and some other kid, and said "I don't know you" to him and turned and said "I know you" to me. Interestingly, she didn't give me the death treatment this time. I went to Eva's house to drop off a Blockbuster movie, and her mom actually smiled and told me to go in and have a seat. I think my blood pressure dropped to perilously low levels.

Ok, enough of that. Some other fun stuff happened over the break besides me setting off alarms. I think my favorite part of the break was watching James humping Eva, with Anna getting pissed off in the background. That was amazing, and I have to bow down to CiCi's superior photography skills which managed to catch Eva's face at the best moments. Check Facebook.

I think my least favorite part was being mounted by whatever his name is. That was not a necessary part of my life. Luckily, there are no pictures of this, and even better, I didn't look ridiculously happy while it was happening. *cough* Eva.

The second highlight was on Thursday night, when I went to an RCP where I knew three people my age. That's more than... zero (standard deviation also zero), which is what I'm used to. And all the parents were like, "You surprised your mom?" I didn't even recognize half of these parents. Asian parent gossip...

The last interesting thing is that I bought clothes during the Black Friday sale. It's the first time I haven't gotten entirely electronics. But I guess a sweater is sort of electronic, since you can shock yourself and do funny things to your hair with it.

I want to meet Gene's girlfriend. No, she doesn't have a name. I think she's going to be "Gene's girlfriend" to me. (If/when they break up, I will just stick an "ex-" in the middle of that.) And Gene, you're getting a lot of empty beer cans for Christmas. (Possibly reinforced, just for kicks.)

As I'm writing this, I'm stuck in Charlotte with a severe delay. I asked an employee if there's a bus from Raleigh to Durham, and he completely flipped out. He told me he has no idea and I need to ask ticketing, and then he yelled at his coworker that "THEY KEEP ASKING QUESTIONS!!! I ANSWER ONE AND MORE COME!!" while I was well within earshot (at that volume, within about half a mile; I was only six feet away). I was afraid he'd come after me and chop my head off. I mean, I'm sorry if I formed an alliance with other confused passengers to ask you questions to drive you crazy because your stupid bus system delayed me by five hours and I have no idea where I'm supposed to be trasferring?

I'm sitting on a bench with a really fat guy next to me. Every time he shifts his weight, the bench shifts and I shift because I'm on the bench. Not only that, but he takes up 2/3 of a 3-person bench that can easily fit 5 or 6 of me.

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I'm back now in one piece. I'm never taking Greyhound again, ever.

2:16AM

Tuesday, November 22, 2005 (12 comments)

Alright, here are the results of me trying to whore rides out of people:

Basically I've failed to find somebody to take me home. I will have fun sitting around and doing nothing, including eating, because there is no food over the break.

Over Christmas Break, I will try to learn teleportation from Dutter, but I think only super CIA agents can have this. While I'm on the topic, why don't I review why she definitely works for the CIA? And this comes only from things she says while she's doing her job as a teacher, so imagine all the stuff she's not telling us.

I don't know if this one counts, but she also seems to be too keen of an observer. I was talking to somebody (Ronjon?) in the halls one day about something obscene. Dutter had walked by about ten minutes ago, but somehow she managed to walk by from the same direction again. How did that happen? So I abruptly stopped talking, and she goes, "I catch you every time!"

In other news, I was reading Slashdot (a news site for nerds), and I came across the acronym LUG. Any nerd in his right mind would immediately have thought Linux Users Group, but apparently I was not in my right mind because it took me a full day to realize that's what the author was saying. For that entire day, I kept wondering how this article about programmers had anything at all to do with Lesbian Until Graduation. I think Mary should take the blame for this.

12:05AM

Wednesday, November 16, 2005 (8 comments)

The Chronicle reports:

"...the General Accounting Office estimated 21 million households, or about 19 percent of the total, depend exclusively on analog over-the-air TV signals. The study said nearly half of those households earned less than $30,000."

I bet that half the remainder is comprised of hardcore cheapskate Asians. (Ok, so my family actually pays like $10/mo for basic cable, but that's only because I live in a stupid crater which serves no purpose except to block off all useful radio signals.)

More seriously though, this article said that in three years, Congress will ban analog TV and force everything to be digital. That's pretty gay. That TV in my basement is so old it's an artifact, but it works fine... why should the government make me replace it? As if the US weren't wasteful enough already! And what happened to capitalism...? I thought market forces were supposed to do everything.

I only see only one explanation for this. The government wants complete control over our TV as well as every other part of our electronic lives. They're already demanding the ability to monitor university Internet connections at the flick of a switch, they've prohibited encryption on Internet phone traffic, and Kansas is teaching intelligent design (that was irrelevant, by the way).

I might as well move back to China, where even if they do make totalitarian laws, at least they aren't retardedisms like "Patriot Act." And even if they do make it a retardedism, not that many people would fall for it. People there take government media with a grain of salt, while here, just about everybody has blind faith in all media. People even think entertainment shows (i.e. The O'Reilly Factor, FOX News) are news programs just because "News" is in the name!

Now that I think about it, getting out of here is sounding pretty good. Say China and the US pass the same retarded bill and both name it the same retarded name, like "Patriot Act." I'd rather live in China and have to live by the Chinese one. Why? Because in China, I have to do as they say because they get to make all the rules and I can't do anything about it unless I like standing in front of a column of tanks. In America, I have to do as they say because stupid people in large numbers voted for a retarded bill in the name of patriotism. Never underestimate the power of American citizens.

By the way, I still don't know if I'm going home for Thanksgiving. I'll figure it out when I become unlazy. I miss people. I mean, who would have thought that I would ever miss Dutter, right?

3:15AM

Monday, November 14, 2005 (2 comments)

I got www.icydog.net. You can use that as the address for this site now. icydog.no-ip.com and www.icydog.no-ip.com still work, and you can continue to use them if you have them bookmarked or if you're Coach Williams and hate any type of change.

I don't have any plans to deactivate any of these domains at any time. This could change if I start getting charged money, which is the reason I cancelled icydog.d2g.com a long time ago, but I don't think this will happen.

As a result of this change, the Xanga Tracker is now located at http://xanga.icydog.net/, but of course the old address still works.

By the way, if you're wondering, I didn't get icydog.com because some whore (not Tricia -- she is Whore with a big W) took it a loooong time ago. I don't know why he chose the name icydog, but I asked him a while ago and he said he started using it (if I remember correctly) in 2002. I've had this name since 1994. Eat my nuts.

2:11AM

Sunday, November 13, 2005 (5 comments)

I woke up kind of late yesterday. I went to sleep at like 5 or something Friday night, which isn't that bad because getting up at noon is still a good 7 hours. I opened my eyes five hours later at about 10, and thought, "Ok I'll get up in two hours." The next time I opened my eyes was at 5:49 PM when Dan woke me up. Oops.

Anyways, I came upon an interesting idea today. Bread always lands butter-side down, and cats always land on their feet, right? So what if you take a slice of bread, glue it to the back of a cat, butter it, and then launch it out of a window? It will be unstoppable!

Why a cat, you say? Why not just a slice of bread with both sides buttered? Because a piece of bread, besides being really lame (who wants to see a slice of bread flying around), is not special like a cat. Even if you launch the cat/bread/butter contraption out of a 50th story building, and a mechanical failure somehow causes the cat to plummet 50 stories, it will not have died. It will only be dead if you go and try to examine the carnage. (Think Schrödinger.) So as long as you don't go look at it, the cat will be both living and dead. (But for our purposes, since it's not dead, it is living and owning.)

This is a little random, but don't you hate it when people (person) walk into your room, sit on your bed, and fart a lot?  I really need to pull off one of these direct fart things sometime soon. Or actually, where is Will...

4:10AM

Wednesday, November 9, 2005 (11 comments)

A couple of days ago, I checked my mail and found that I actually got something! (Whoa!) Turns out it's the "Balanced Man" scholarship competition that awards freshmen "in light of their LEADERSHIP, SCHOLARSHIP, ATHLETICISM, and lives as GENTLEMEN" (emphasis not mine)(wtf parallel structure n00b). I was pretty much done reading after the R in "LEADER," and when I saw "GENTLEMAN," I just about tripped down the steps of the Marketplace. Gentleman. This reminds me of Ronjon and the Sportsmanship Award on these two past trips to DC.

After I saw this comic, I hit myself on the head for being so n00b and not being exactly like this for the past couple of years. I mean, I can see Ronjon, Dragos, me, and definitely Yujing doing this, and especially in late April. Gene would probably try to rebel against something like this, though. On a different note, it's kind of odd to think that I'm probably never going to seriously take a science class here. Why do I make such illogical choices?

On with the randomness. I got some spam two nights ago with "Jennifer Aniston" as its subject line. The email consisted of six lines of text, with the first line being "best made rplicas." I wonder how big the market for replicas of her is. I also found a gem on bash.org. You know the classic story (one of these is on bash, too) when the biology teacher talks about semen, and then some ridiculously worthless girl asks something stupid like "why does it taste salty," declaring to her class that she is a whore? This is a hundred times better. I only wish it had happened at Walton. I can't even begin to fathom what kind of reaction Greenberg would give to one of these:

#576017 (86)

Promisemememphis: there was a girl in one of my bio teachers classes and they had to put a cotton swab in their mouth and look at the slide
Promisemememphis: he went to look at hers because she saw something moving and told her it was a sperm
Promisemememphis: which meant that she'd just given some guy head in lunch like fifteen minutes before hand
Promisemememphis: he wouldn't let her leave the class either

And once again, bash has caused me to fall out of my chair.

I made some major changes to the Xanga Tracker last weekend. Since most people who use it read this Zhanga regularly, I figure I'll just post the updates here. Here's a screenshot:

Screenshot of Xanga Tracker in action

Changes:

Other geek thing... If you use gaim (if you don't, then you should), then you've probably noticed that a new log file is created each time you open an IM window and is stored in a folder named after your buddy's IM handle (aka screenname). Gene motivated me to create a program that will read all of these logs and output a big pile of flat log files, one file for each buddy. For example, gaim makes a bunch of logs in each of logs/your_sn/buddy1/, logs/your_sn/buddy2, logs/your_sn/buddy3... etc, and this program will read all these and produce logs/your_sn/buddy1.txt, logs/your_sn/buddy2.txt, logs/your_sn/buddy3.txt... etc. For each buddy, it creates one file containing everything from every log for that buddy. I will probably keep this as an ongoing project, and maybe turn it into a gaim log viewer in the future.

Basically the reason I'm posting this is to find out if anybody I know uses gaim, so I'll know if there's actually a point in writing this program other than for the personal entertainment of Gene and me (well, it's not as entertaining for him, I guess). Right now it works but isn't guaranteed to do anything. In particular, it may crash your computer and then wipe your hard drive while displaying happy faces and success messages. But if it sounds interesting, give me a poke. (Or in *nix lingo, touch me.)

3:35AM

Friday, November 4, 2005 (5 comments)

I got nine hours of sleep last night, yet still managed to find in the morning that I had only fifteen minutes to get dressed and go to West for class. My alarm clock is going to get fired and replaced. Unfortunately, you can't outsource an alarm clock, at least not with current alarm clock implementations, or else I'd do that.

I was taking a nap in my bed this afternoon, with my roommates in class and the door still open, and the oddest thing happened. I was in the middle of a dream that I was leaving econ lecture, and then my dream was interrupted. I heard Jeremy walk in the room with somebody and say something like, "Hey, he's asleep. I can shamelessly steal stuff!" (Something to that effect.) I tried to produce a laugh to mess with him, and then say something stupid and totally in character, like "haha, you n00b." I've read about sleep paralysis before but had never experienced it. I kept trying stuff like moving my arms, opening my eyes, etc. but nothing worked. I did finally wake up just a few minutes later, though, but by this time Jeremy and whoever else was here had left already.

I figured that was enough weird crap for one day. But I seem to always be wrong whenever I think stupid things will stop happening. Baishi walked into the room a couple of minutes after I woke up, and interestingly, he had just woken up too. I asked him if he was in my room a little while ago, and he just looked confused. I asked him where Jeremy was... he was in class nowhere near the dorm.

Now this next part barely makes any sense at all, but I'll try my best to write clearly.

There is only one [il]logical explanation: I was having a dream within which another dream was occurring. So a dream in a dream. For purposes of sanity (or lack thereof...), let's call the outer, real dream "dream[1]" and the inner, virtual dream within a dream "dream[2]," where dream[2] is contained in/happening in dream[1]. So in dream[2], I was leaving the econ lecture. Then dream[2] was interrupted because Jeremy entered my room in the world of dream[1]. As a result of this interruption, I tried to "wake up" from dream[2], which would have put me into dream[1], but failed for reasons that I won't bother trying to figure out. Maybe it was virtual sleep paralysis... who knows. However, my brain is not used to two levels of dreams, so as soon as I dropped down from dream[2] to dream[1], I thought I was in real life (or dream[0]). So I thought that Jeremy had entered my room in real life, when he really had only entered my room in dream[1].

All these subscripts are driving me nuts. But this brings up an interesting thought. What if dream[0] (the layer that I think I'm operating in right now; real life) is just another dream? What if reality actually exists in the world of dream[-1], the next layer below where I am right now, and I'm typing this only in a dream world contained by dream[0]? Or what if there just is no reality at all, and we're all just perpetually floating around in infinite layers of dreams?

I sound like a stupid emo existentialist. I should be shot.

According to my most Zhanga visitor stats, 57% of you read this because it is past midnight and you don't want to do the essay due in the morning. I've been told many times that in writing, one is supposed to "know the audience." Well, you're probably pretty sleepy and in need of a break from that essay, so I figure I'll give you both at the same time. Just keep reading.

  1. What facial feature do you find the most attractive on others?: the face
  2. Would you vote for a woman candidate for president?: only in '04 (I heard Kerry was actually purchased by his wife.)
  3. Would you marry for money?: That would be admitting my own worthlessness, which would mean coming out of denial.
  4. Have you had braces?: two years after I got braces, people still looked at me and said "dude when'd you get braces?" I think even Charles may have been one of these people, but I'm not sure.
  5. Do you pluck your eyebrows?: no
  6. Do you like hairy backs?: only on Kristen! HIYO! (did I just say that)
  7. When was the last time you had a hickey? uhh
  8. Could you live without a computer?: no
  9. Do you use ICQ, AOL Buddy list etc...?: gaim
  10. If a quiz were missing a question, would you insert a new one?: no
  11. If you could live in any past time period, which would it be?: Cenozoic era... wtf why would you put mesozoic or tertiary for this question? You already put it'd be hard or impossible to live without computers, and plus, girls hadn't been invented back then either. And dinosaurs probably would have pwnz0red you.
  12. Do you drink enough water?: The Chronicle reported that some idiot died of water poisoning a few days ago... too much water...
  13. Do you wear shoes in the house or take them off?: I'm Chinese.
  14. What is your favorite fruit?: ...
  15. Do you eat wheat bread or white?: dunno
  16. What is your favorite place to visit?: China
  17. What is the last movie you saw?: hahahaaha that awesome Thai or whatever one with the flaming kick guy
  18. Do you kiss on the first date?: no
  19. Are you photogenic? no
  20. Do you dream in color or black and white?: If you dream in black and white, then your cones[1] aren't functioning properly
  21. Are you wearing fingernail polish?: that has cooties
  22. Is it chipped or fresh?: n/a
  23. Do you have any dimples?: I had one. I think I have two now
  24. Do you remember being born?: I remember being stuck in a dark place for like a week, and all the kicking in the world didn't help.
  25. Why do you take surveys?: so you fall asleep reading this and fail your essay
  26. Do you drink alcohol?: Rarely. For posting this, Brown is going to eject me.
  27. Did you like or do you like high school?: I liked some aspects and hated others. And by that, I mean I liked Mrs. Dutter and hated Ms. Bryan.
  28. What is the most beautiful language?: not English, and certainly not stupidly transliterated Chinese ("napa," moo goo gai pan," "moo shu," "what the fuck this is retarded," etc.)
  29. When you are asleep do you like being kissed awake?: Anybody who wakes me up is bound to piss me off, even if it's a kiss. The only exception is waking me up for exams.
  30. Do you like sunrises or sunsets the most?: Do I like waking up early in the morning or in the evening?
  31. Do you want to live to be 100?: I would be the most senile person ever.
  32. Do you think women should be expected to shave their body hair?: Not really. It's just one of those societal things that happen, so you can't imagine it not happening. But if nobody ever did it, it wouldn't be a big deal. Most girls don't do it in China, or at least not where I've been.
  33. Do you like salty food or sugary food the most?: Sweet meals suck, but for a snack, sweet is good.
  34. Is a flat stomach important to you?: I'm going to have a potbelly in about ten years... it's inevitable. It's also the only place fat will accumulate. I hate my genes.
  35. Do you or have you played with a ouija board?: what?
  36. Are you loyal?: until I backstab you, yes.
  37. Are you tolerant of other peoples beliefs?: only if their beliefs are the same as mine (You can get a Model T in any color as long as it's black.)
  38. When you watch movies at home, do you like the lights on or off?: Off
  39. Do you believe in magic?: no
  40. Do you have nightmares frequently: No. A few nights ago, Eva was in my dream, but it was not a nightmare(!). She fed me watermelon. I know... wtf, right? I don't know why she'd ever do that, even in my dreams.
  41. Do you like your nose?: no
  42. Do you like abstract art?: The only time I'd answer yes to that is if you held my nuts at gunpoint and told me to say yes.
  43. Do you think you can draw well?: I can draw rectangles in Paint Shop Pro, and if I'm lucky, I can even fill it in with a solid color.
  44. Do you listen to music daily?: Yes, and we all know what effect this music has on me.
  45. Do you like to watch cartoons?: Tom and Jerry!
  46. At what age did you find out that Santa Claus wasn't real?: They didn't teach me about Santa Claus where I'm from. They taught me about Communism. When I moved to America, a bunch of white kids told me about Santa, confirming my suspicions that Americans were complete loons. A fat guy flying around dropping gifts down chimneys? That's clearly biased against those who don't have chimneys. Elitist capitalist bastards. To each according to his needs! Not according to those who have chimneys.
  47. How many pairs of shoes do have in your closet?: like six
  48. Do you like to wear the same shoes everyday or do you like a variety?: same
  49. Do you write poetry?: Poetry is useless, like abstract art.
  50. Do you snore?: Not loudly enough to wake myself up. Basically this means that my snoring is not as loud as the sound of a train colliding with a mountainside, so I don't really know.
  51. Do you sleep more on your back, front, or sides?: I have no idea. I roll around so much that my position is essentially random.
  52. Would you rather have a poodle or a rottweiler?: HOLD MY POODLE
  53. Do you lick stamps? Envelopes?: no
  54. Do you use an electric can opener?: Who invented that crap electric device, anyways? Are people too lazy to use a manual can opener and burn that extra half a Calorie? Or are they just too stupid to figure out how to hold the manual can opener? I bet the energy the electric can opener uses to open one can is more than the total energy I've used on all the cans I've ever opened in my life. There goes conservationism.
  55. Have you ridden in a hot air balloon?: I'm really afraid of heights, so this is a bad idea.
  56. Which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain?: I think physical pain is more acute, but it usually doesn't last as long as emotional pain. But if we were to integrate pain with respect to time...
  57. Do you think balding men should shave their heads?: I'm polishing mine if I lose my hair.
  58. Do you know anyone who is clinically depressed?: Not that I'm aware of.
  59. Do you prefer a piano or a violin?: piano, because it is less gay
  60. Are you a sex addict?: no
  61. Do you know someone who has cancer?: I did
  62. Do you like to argue?: yes
  63. Do you hunt?: no
  64. Do you like fast food joints, or expensive restaurants?: "does a Chinaman like to spend money"
  65. Would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum?: Would I like to throw some unsuspecting kid into the lion cage, or would I like to bore myself to death looking at flowery, flowing images of splattered paint gone wrong?
  66. Do you have a middle name? What is it?: Ruidong, and if you're Chinese, be ashamed of yourself if you think the first part of that is pronounced "rue" or "ruey" or "rwee"
  67. Are you basically a happy person?: yeah
  68. Are you tired?: yes
  69. Did you drink anything with caffeine in it today?: not yet
  70. Have you ever met anyone off the internet?: Does Fox count? But yes, I have.
  71. How many phones do you have in your house?: Loads in operation + stockpiled phones from Black Friday.
  72. How long is your hair?: most of an inch
  73. Do you get along with your parents?: most of the time
  74. What color of eyes do you prefer? near-black

9:08PM

Wednesday, November 2, 2005 (3 comments)

Is it weird if I keep seeing Walton people everywhere? I've seen Dave twice and Charles once. I saw Lilly a bunch at the beginning of the year but she kind of disappeared after that. I think Pat appeared somewhere, or maybe that was just some random stoner. I saw two different Fleenors on two different occasions. Surprisingly, though, I have not seen Yük anywhere. Back in good old East Cobb, he seemed to show up everywhere, including my house. Weird that he hasn't popped into view here yet.

We swept the room a couple of days ago and ended up with enough dust to give asthma to a whale. The next day, I cleaned out my keyboard and about the same amount of crap came out. I should probably avoid eating directly over my keyboard in the future. Actually, what I should avoid doing is popping out the arrow keys to clean under them, because it's basically impossible to figure out which of the four go where after I'm done. (They're arrows. You turn them and then they all look the same.)

I found a pretty fun bash quote the other day, and it made me think of Eva, the Queen of Dots, immediately.

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The Linux Users Group at Duke is having some sort of installfest here pretty soon. The idea is for people to take their computers and get Linux installed on them by people who know what they're doing. I've read online about these things before, but I didn't know it was actually done by real people. I can't legitimately go there since I don't have a computer without Linux already running, but they're giving out free t-shirts to anyone who installs Linux... and chances are, it's going to be a Tux [the Penguin] t-shirt, so I can't miss out on that. I'll have to think of some bogus excuse to grab a shirt.

Wouldn't it be ironic if they gave out Blue Screen of Death shirts there? (Linux Fact #1: Linux cannot produce the familiar blue screen, which Microsoft has copyrighted because of its strong user association with Windows, sort of like the Windows flag logo. In fact, rumor has it that for the next version of Windows, the blue part of the Windows flag logo will actually be a shrunken representation of the blue screen. As an unrelated side note, I also heard that the yellow part of the flag will have 1.2 billion pirate symbols covering it.)

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