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New Moon On Monday; or How I learned to appreciate being a Geek
The first time I was ever called a Geek was in Junior High School and it came as a shock to me. The year was 1984, the month was May, and as summer was nigh, I got out of school late one evening because I had to serve detention for drawing in class... again (my math teacher also destroyed my artwork and my eyes were still sore from weeping with my face down on my desk -- I could've been punished for so many other much worse things, but the worst punishment for me to face was destruction of something I created). My mother told me to stop crying so much, get on a bus and meet her at work. Back then it was only 50 cents to ride the bus. It would be a long ride to my mom's work, lucky me was prepared to never be bored because I always had a book or my journal to write in.
As always, I seem to get attention where ever I go when I'm preoccupying myself with something creative. I don't know why someone has to ask me what I'm drawing or writing or what is that book you're reading about. At the age of 14, I didn't know better to say to other people that I didn't want to be bothered, but on this particular day, after being punished for drawing, I was anxious to talk to a sympathetic ear. I remember this older girl getting on the bus. She was big for her age, tall and fat with that look of bored disdain some big girls get when they've been picked on too often, or when they've been the one to do the picking on. And like a lot of girls like her, she was wearing clothes too small for her so her rolls of jelly were peeking out like an extra layer of boobs under her tits. Her face turned into a happy Buddah once she caught a peek at what I was reading, a limited edition collector's artbook for the movie Dune directed by David Lynch.
"Excuse me, but what is that all about?" She outright asked me. I softly explained it was a movie I liked. Then she noticed my stack of sketchbooks and handpainted covers to my folders decorated with characters I had created. At the time I was writing a book about a mage named Dorian and a bastard princess named Larissa, separated at birth because their parents didn't want their noble name tainted by one born to make magic, they are reunited after terrible circumstances too complicated for me to go into here. Apparently this homemade fantasy of mine seemed most interesting, or so I thought, why else she ask about it? "Did you draw that or copy those?" The girl smiled. Her interest filled me with great content.
I was anxious to talk to anybody about an original story I was working on. It's rare that someone took an interest. My own family always has scoffed at my work, thinking it a waste of time and this often hurt me, but drawing and writing is something I love to do, is what I'm all about, and it was far better to put my dreams on paper instead of just day dreaming out loud. Speaking of that, I went on a tangent. I told this girl a little more than perhaps she wanted to know. I was only 14, I didn't know not to speak so loud or so fast about a subject only I was excited about, but loneliness has a tendency to make me desperate to capture a friend instead of just make one.
Twenty minutes later, the girl gruffly tugged onto the stop wire and pulled herself off her seat. As I was about to say good-bye and thanks for the chat, she turned her happy Buddah face into that one of dark disdain again and sliced into my ego with: "You're a real geek, you know that?"
I was crushed as she flipped me off and stood back on the corner, her eyes narrowed and hateful. How could someone be so cruel? As I fought off tears and turned on "New Moon on Monday" by Duran Duran on my walkman, I closed my eyes and wished for home.
"Shake up the picture the lizard mixture/ With your dance on the eventide/ You got me coming up with answers All of which I deny... /I said it again but could I please re-phrase it /Maybe I can catch a ride..."
I remember the shadows of tree branches, moving sunbeams, the hum and bump of the bus, and that rubbery feel of my headphones kissing my inner ear. My heart was troubled. What did that mean? I'm a real geek? I didn't really know. No one had ever called me that before.
"I couldnt really put it much plainer /But Ill wait till you decide /Send me your warning siren /As if I could ever hide /Last time la luna, I light my torch and wave it for the..."
What did it mean to be a real geek? There was no dictionary for me to turn to. All I knew was the way that girl said it, the curl of her bottom lip pouting out in disgust, her friendly eyes had lied, and why did she hate me so much? I tried to think that perhaps she must've had a poorer life than mine. Maybe her father beats her. Or maybe she fancied herself as someone greater than thou? I slipped deeper into my Duran Duran song, this time biting my lip, Simon leBon's vocals victoriously shouting away any new trace of tears.
"New moon on monday! And a firedance through the night! I stayed the cold day with a lonely satellite!"
I had only heard the term "geek" later in reference to computer nerds and gamers, but I was not one with them. When I got to the library the next day, I discovered that the meaning of geek was a derogatory reference to a person obsessed with intellectual pursuits for their own sake, who is also deficient in most other human attributes so as to impair the person's operation within society and perhaps that was what I was. As an adult, I came to know "geek" to also mean someone who is creepy, a sideshow freak that eats bugs and other disgusting things as part of a strange stage act. I certainly wasn't that! But the memory of being called a geek in such a sudden and hurtful way still makes me shiver. I have often considered people who turn on me like that to mean that maybe they were secretly jealous or just bored with my tidious sharing of fantasy worlds. It made me self-conscious about opening up to strangers, made me hold back from telling a story or letting someone else read my work. It wasn't until college that I found "my people" but even in writing worshops and open mic nights, I have never really fit in.
I began to form my own definition of geek. I am an individual who rarely seeks social acceptance but desires to share unusual subjects, stories, and things with other people who rarely ever get exposed to what I find amusing. The kind of geek I am is one who never fails to be the first to say the one thing no one wants to hear but wants to say. I'm a geek to other geeks -- someone who works within this world yet dreams out loud and wakes other people up, tries to nudge them into a project or get other geeks to collaborate on something. My devotion, my desires, my passion, my osbessions mark me as that friendly kind of weird anxious to talk the night away about my favorite subject. Most of the time people will sit and listen as I talk so loud and so fast at them that I barely take time out to breathe, which also means they can never quite get a word in edge wise, so my enthusiasm sabotages many a friendship that should've been! Yeah, because I'm the geek who seems to butt herself out of many a group of geeks, not often teaming up with members of her own species for long, if at all.
And what does this all have to do with New Moon on Monday? Today is a new moon Monday. A power house of a new moon in Libra that just happens to fall on a Monday. It lulls me back to that old Duran Duran song, reminds me of the girl on the bus, takes me back to who I used to be in those humid summer days of Springfield, Missouri when I was the only girl out there who seemed to be dreaming out loud to anyone who would dare listen...
"Breaking away with the beast of both worlds /A smile that you cant disguise /Every minute I keep finding /Clues that you leave behind... /Save me from these reminders /As if Id forget tonight / This time la luna... !'
A Libra new moon has some pretty damn strong influence on one-to-one relationships, not only of the romantic sort. It's a good time to look forward and divine some truth from the Tarot or runes or what-have-you and figure out how I can be a better human being to people I want to reach out to. Not just to other people like me with my own unique sets of likes and dislikes and not gain an audience of me clones. I don't think that would measure success in any long term. Looking at the astrological combinations for today and tonight, I sense some heavy-duty celestial influence in the career sphere, especially for those who choose to be artists.
Tonight it's time to embrace the inner geek who stand out like a sore thumb waiting to be sucked and:
"Light YOUR torch and wave it for the... New moon on monday... And a firedance though the night... !"
The more you stand out, the best weird you can be!
As always, I seem to get attention where ever I go when I'm preoccupying myself with something creative. I don't know why someone has to ask me what I'm drawing or writing or what is that book you're reading about. At the age of 14, I didn't know better to say to other people that I didn't want to be bothered, but on this particular day, after being punished for drawing, I was anxious to talk to a sympathetic ear. I remember this older girl getting on the bus. She was big for her age, tall and fat with that look of bored disdain some big girls get when they've been picked on too often, or when they've been the one to do the picking on. And like a lot of girls like her, she was wearing clothes too small for her so her rolls of jelly were peeking out like an extra layer of boobs under her tits. Her face turned into a happy Buddah once she caught a peek at what I was reading, a limited edition collector's artbook for the movie Dune directed by David Lynch.
"Excuse me, but what is that all about?" She outright asked me. I softly explained it was a movie I liked. Then she noticed my stack of sketchbooks and handpainted covers to my folders decorated with characters I had created. At the time I was writing a book about a mage named Dorian and a bastard princess named Larissa, separated at birth because their parents didn't want their noble name tainted by one born to make magic, they are reunited after terrible circumstances too complicated for me to go into here. Apparently this homemade fantasy of mine seemed most interesting, or so I thought, why else she ask about it? "Did you draw that or copy those?" The girl smiled. Her interest filled me with great content.
I was anxious to talk to anybody about an original story I was working on. It's rare that someone took an interest. My own family always has scoffed at my work, thinking it a waste of time and this often hurt me, but drawing and writing is something I love to do, is what I'm all about, and it was far better to put my dreams on paper instead of just day dreaming out loud. Speaking of that, I went on a tangent. I told this girl a little more than perhaps she wanted to know. I was only 14, I didn't know not to speak so loud or so fast about a subject only I was excited about, but loneliness has a tendency to make me desperate to capture a friend instead of just make one.
Twenty minutes later, the girl gruffly tugged onto the stop wire and pulled herself off her seat. As I was about to say good-bye and thanks for the chat, she turned her happy Buddah face into that one of dark disdain again and sliced into my ego with: "You're a real geek, you know that?"
I was crushed as she flipped me off and stood back on the corner, her eyes narrowed and hateful. How could someone be so cruel? As I fought off tears and turned on "New Moon on Monday" by Duran Duran on my walkman, I closed my eyes and wished for home.
"Shake up the picture the lizard mixture/ With your dance on the eventide/ You got me coming up with answers All of which I deny... /I said it again but could I please re-phrase it /Maybe I can catch a ride..."
I remember the shadows of tree branches, moving sunbeams, the hum and bump of the bus, and that rubbery feel of my headphones kissing my inner ear. My heart was troubled. What did that mean? I'm a real geek? I didn't really know. No one had ever called me that before.
"I couldnt really put it much plainer /But Ill wait till you decide /Send me your warning siren /As if I could ever hide /Last time la luna, I light my torch and wave it for the..."
What did it mean to be a real geek? There was no dictionary for me to turn to. All I knew was the way that girl said it, the curl of her bottom lip pouting out in disgust, her friendly eyes had lied, and why did she hate me so much? I tried to think that perhaps she must've had a poorer life than mine. Maybe her father beats her. Or maybe she fancied herself as someone greater than thou? I slipped deeper into my Duran Duran song, this time biting my lip, Simon leBon's vocals victoriously shouting away any new trace of tears.
"New moon on monday! And a firedance through the night! I stayed the cold day with a lonely satellite!"
I had only heard the term "geek" later in reference to computer nerds and gamers, but I was not one with them. When I got to the library the next day, I discovered that the meaning of geek was a derogatory reference to a person obsessed with intellectual pursuits for their own sake, who is also deficient in most other human attributes so as to impair the person's operation within society and perhaps that was what I was. As an adult, I came to know "geek" to also mean someone who is creepy, a sideshow freak that eats bugs and other disgusting things as part of a strange stage act. I certainly wasn't that! But the memory of being called a geek in such a sudden and hurtful way still makes me shiver. I have often considered people who turn on me like that to mean that maybe they were secretly jealous or just bored with my tidious sharing of fantasy worlds. It made me self-conscious about opening up to strangers, made me hold back from telling a story or letting someone else read my work. It wasn't until college that I found "my people" but even in writing worshops and open mic nights, I have never really fit in.
I began to form my own definition of geek. I am an individual who rarely seeks social acceptance but desires to share unusual subjects, stories, and things with other people who rarely ever get exposed to what I find amusing. The kind of geek I am is one who never fails to be the first to say the one thing no one wants to hear but wants to say. I'm a geek to other geeks -- someone who works within this world yet dreams out loud and wakes other people up, tries to nudge them into a project or get other geeks to collaborate on something. My devotion, my desires, my passion, my osbessions mark me as that friendly kind of weird anxious to talk the night away about my favorite subject. Most of the time people will sit and listen as I talk so loud and so fast at them that I barely take time out to breathe, which also means they can never quite get a word in edge wise, so my enthusiasm sabotages many a friendship that should've been! Yeah, because I'm the geek who seems to butt herself out of many a group of geeks, not often teaming up with members of her own species for long, if at all.
And what does this all have to do with New Moon on Monday? Today is a new moon Monday. A power house of a new moon in Libra that just happens to fall on a Monday. It lulls me back to that old Duran Duran song, reminds me of the girl on the bus, takes me back to who I used to be in those humid summer days of Springfield, Missouri when I was the only girl out there who seemed to be dreaming out loud to anyone who would dare listen...
"Breaking away with the beast of both worlds /A smile that you cant disguise /Every minute I keep finding /Clues that you leave behind... /Save me from these reminders /As if Id forget tonight / This time la luna... !'
A Libra new moon has some pretty damn strong influence on one-to-one relationships, not only of the romantic sort. It's a good time to look forward and divine some truth from the Tarot or runes or what-have-you and figure out how I can be a better human being to people I want to reach out to. Not just to other people like me with my own unique sets of likes and dislikes and not gain an audience of me clones. I don't think that would measure success in any long term. Looking at the astrological combinations for today and tonight, I sense some heavy-duty celestial influence in the career sphere, especially for those who choose to be artists.
Tonight it's time to embrace the inner geek who stand out like a sore thumb waiting to be sucked and:
"Light YOUR torch and wave it for the... New moon on monday... And a firedance though the night... !"
The more you stand out, the best weird you can be!
These are the days that try men’s' souls revisited...
O! the tales that could be told and the yarns that could be spun from the adventures and misadventures of the FrankenPuter...
LIFE! DO YOU HEAR ME? GIVE MY CREATION... LIFE!
And so it has received the breathe of life and has returned to the world of the living though there were many difficulties in arriving at this state of being. Please refer to the previous Blog entry for the first half of the tale...
The issue with the hard drive turned out to be a jumper incorrectly set so this was not a major problem to correct. The floppy drive on the other hand proved a much greater problem being that is was not capable of being resurrected not matter how much energy was applied to it. And that was about it on hardware related issues...
Now we turn to operating systems that were possessed by demons from the lost reaches of Hell. The first attempt to give the monster some brain capacity was with Windows 98, a classic in the OS world. Windows 98 installed quickly and cleanly and it actually did something when FrankenPuter came to life, but being the graphics card was (I'm guessing) 10 years old, it could never display anything wondrous upon the screen of the two day old flat panel. As a matter of fact, it could only display in 16 colours at 640xwhatever the height is. It was not a pretty thing to behold and consumed a couple of hours of time trying various switches and potions, but alas, it had a rotten brain...
Then we moved onto Ubuntu where we decided to start with a clean slate and undid all the changes caused by the fight to bring Windows 98 to life. The OS installed well though it was rather time consuming; and when finished the world was full of many colours and it was pleasing to the eye. It detected all of the components well lest one - the WiFi card. So a great deal of time was spent attempting to find a solution to the problem and actually implementing the various fixes and work arounds, but alas, the attempts were in vein and after spending all my free time on three days to bring the beast to life I had had enough (Please Note: there was nothing within my reach to kill with my bare hands so I did not do so). So I called it quits and started putting all the various CDs I owned away in the goody bag of 'puter CDs from all the various 'puters I've had over these many years...
And a beam of light shown through the darkening clouds and my soul was filled with much joy for tucked away in a pouch on one of the back pages was a Dell CD that I had purchase with a 'puter that was purchased three or so years ago - an actual CD that I had to pay $10(US) for that contained Windows XP Home Edition. Praise be unto the gods of the Internet for they have smiled upon me this day...
And so with a renewed vigor, I grab the CD and headed down into the dungeon were the monster was stretched out upon a table with its guts hanging out. And I began to operate with a sense of purpose that I had thought I had lost. And I stitched Windows XP into the cranium of the beast...
The installation was not as fast as Windows 98, but it was far quicker than Ubuntu. And it found everything and recognized all the components from various years and various manufacturers. And it all went far smoother than I could have ever wished for. And everything works!!!
So now the FrankenPuter has joined the network and is recognized by its given name ("FrankenPuter" for those of you who have not been paying attention to any of these many words I have written over the last two days)...
And there was much rejoicing and wearing of party hats...
Special thanks goes out to William Henry Gates III and Michael Saul Dell without whom the beast would never have had the life it will again lead...
This is the Word of the AntiCrust...
Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...
LIFE! DO YOU HEAR ME? GIVE MY CREATION... LIFE!
And so it has received the breathe of life and has returned to the world of the living though there were many difficulties in arriving at this state of being. Please refer to the previous Blog entry for the first half of the tale...
The issue with the hard drive turned out to be a jumper incorrectly set so this was not a major problem to correct. The floppy drive on the other hand proved a much greater problem being that is was not capable of being resurrected not matter how much energy was applied to it. And that was about it on hardware related issues...
Now we turn to operating systems that were possessed by demons from the lost reaches of Hell. The first attempt to give the monster some brain capacity was with Windows 98, a classic in the OS world. Windows 98 installed quickly and cleanly and it actually did something when FrankenPuter came to life, but being the graphics card was (I'm guessing) 10 years old, it could never display anything wondrous upon the screen of the two day old flat panel. As a matter of fact, it could only display in 16 colours at 640xwhatever the height is. It was not a pretty thing to behold and consumed a couple of hours of time trying various switches and potions, but alas, it had a rotten brain...
Then we moved onto Ubuntu where we decided to start with a clean slate and undid all the changes caused by the fight to bring Windows 98 to life. The OS installed well though it was rather time consuming; and when finished the world was full of many colours and it was pleasing to the eye. It detected all of the components well lest one - the WiFi card. So a great deal of time was spent attempting to find a solution to the problem and actually implementing the various fixes and work arounds, but alas, the attempts were in vein and after spending all my free time on three days to bring the beast to life I had had enough (Please Note: there was nothing within my reach to kill with my bare hands so I did not do so). So I called it quits and started putting all the various CDs I owned away in the goody bag of 'puter CDs from all the various 'puters I've had over these many years...
And a beam of light shown through the darkening clouds and my soul was filled with much joy for tucked away in a pouch on one of the back pages was a Dell CD that I had purchase with a 'puter that was purchased three or so years ago - an actual CD that I had to pay $10(US) for that contained Windows XP Home Edition. Praise be unto the gods of the Internet for they have smiled upon me this day...
And so with a renewed vigor, I grab the CD and headed down into the dungeon were the monster was stretched out upon a table with its guts hanging out. And I began to operate with a sense of purpose that I had thought I had lost. And I stitched Windows XP into the cranium of the beast...
The installation was not as fast as Windows 98, but it was far quicker than Ubuntu. And it found everything and recognized all the components from various years and various manufacturers. And it all went far smoother than I could have ever wished for. And everything works!!!
So now the FrankenPuter has joined the network and is recognized by its given name ("FrankenPuter" for those of you who have not been paying attention to any of these many words I have written over the last two days)...
And there was much rejoicing and wearing of party hats...
Special thanks goes out to William Henry Gates III and Michael Saul Dell without whom the beast would never have had the life it will again lead...
This is the Word of the AntiCrust...
Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...
These are the days that try men’s souls...
The home office (downstairs version) was in need of a new computer so that it run smoothly. "OK," says the home tech support dude (me for those of you who do not know this fact). So, I spent two days piecing together an operational system from three computers on hand and it came to life with a fresh install of Windows 98 (woo-hoo)...
Yes, if I could have I would have installed a more current OS into the beast, but I could not get the BIOS to boot from a CD so I went with what I had at the moment being that I did not wish to spend a great deal of time on this project and it had already been two days with one hard drive failure, one hard drive controller failure, and one power supply that went sssssssssssssstttttttt-POP...
You should by now have some understanding of the situation...
So today the Fourth of September in the Year of our Lord Two-thousand and Eight, the new monitor was delivered - a nice flat panel thing. So I hook it up and low and behold the 10 year old graphics card cannot handle the new device. So I happen to have a nVidia card laying around that has no home. So I decide that maybe I should place this in the newly built ancient computer, but wouldn't ya know it there's is no slot for it to stick it's tiny little fingers into. So we shall built version 3 of the ancient computer - a version that I shall refer to as FrankenPuter for this one started this morning on the front porch awaiting a move to the curb so that it can fill up some landfill far away...
This was no easy task because this was just a case with a motherboard in it. So a power supply and hard drive come out of one, a CD-Rom drive and memory from another, and a floppy drive from a third. And now I have reached a point were I actually turned the monster on and it did not burst into flames and fry my ass (arse for those who wish to use that term
). But I must take a break from the madness because FrankenPuter cannot find the hard drive at this moment and I am a wee bit on the verge of killing things with my bare hands...
So I shall avoid the downstairs for the time being and type this tragic tale of woe...
And so it is on this day in the history of the universe...
Carry on...
This is the Word of the AntiCrust...
Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...
Yes, if I could have I would have installed a more current OS into the beast, but I could not get the BIOS to boot from a CD so I went with what I had at the moment being that I did not wish to spend a great deal of time on this project and it had already been two days with one hard drive failure, one hard drive controller failure, and one power supply that went sssssssssssssstttttttt-POP...
You should by now have some understanding of the situation...
So today the Fourth of September in the Year of our Lord Two-thousand and Eight, the new monitor was delivered - a nice flat panel thing. So I hook it up and low and behold the 10 year old graphics card cannot handle the new device. So I happen to have a nVidia card laying around that has no home. So I decide that maybe I should place this in the newly built ancient computer, but wouldn't ya know it there's is no slot for it to stick it's tiny little fingers into. So we shall built version 3 of the ancient computer - a version that I shall refer to as FrankenPuter for this one started this morning on the front porch awaiting a move to the curb so that it can fill up some landfill far away...
This was no easy task because this was just a case with a motherboard in it. So a power supply and hard drive come out of one, a CD-Rom drive and memory from another, and a floppy drive from a third. And now I have reached a point were I actually turned the monster on and it did not burst into flames and fry my ass (arse for those who wish to use that term
). But I must take a break from the madness because FrankenPuter cannot find the hard drive at this moment and I am a wee bit on the verge of killing things with my bare hands... So I shall avoid the downstairs for the time being and type this tragic tale of woe...
And so it is on this day in the history of the universe...
Carry on...
This is the Word of the AntiCrust...
Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...
Geek That I Am Stuffis
As it relates to the post below...
Although I have WsFTP and the Firefox add-on Fire-FTP, it's still a pain in the ass. You have to:
1. open the program
2. login
3. navigate to the local and remote folder
4. locate the file(s)
5 and finally upload
So, my geek self asked, "How about reducing five steps to one step?"
Alas, ten minutes of Googling and test driving a coupla' duds later, I found a tiny program called "right-load". It could not be easier to use. It adds a "to ftp" option to the "send to" dialogue when you right-click on any file. After setting up the program with all the pertinent server information on first use, afterwards all you have to do any time you want to upload a file is right-click/send to/ ftp and it's done.
If your geek level is as high as mine, you can check it out HERE.
And here's a tutorial on how to do the whole thing: HERE
Although I have WsFTP and the Firefox add-on Fire-FTP, it's still a pain in the ass. You have to:
1. open the program
2. login
3. navigate to the local and remote folder
4. locate the file(s)
5 and finally upload
So, my geek self asked, "How about reducing five steps to one step?"
Alas, ten minutes of Googling and test driving a coupla' duds later, I found a tiny program called "right-load". It could not be easier to use. It adds a "to ftp" option to the "send to" dialogue when you right-click on any file. After setting up the program with all the pertinent server information on first use, afterwards all you have to do any time you want to upload a file is right-click/send to/ ftp and it's done.
If your geek level is as high as mine, you can check it out HERE.
And here's a tutorial on how to do the whole thing: HERE
Idiots, Computers, and Videogames
Stupid people piss me off, as any of my friend will tell you. I don't mean that they get me a little agitated and I seem a little less friendly for a little while, I mean a good solid idiot-encounter can ruin an otherwise fine day. I know, it seems ignorant/mean/whatever of me to say these things, but it's true, and if I value anything, it's the truth. From the highest echelons of government bureaucracy to grocery store clerks and school teachers.
Heres a prime example of stupidity on a massive scale that simply proves my point, so I believe. Two years ago, I was in summer school (some of you may hear the word hypocrite floating through your brain, but I originally failed due to a reason not dissimilar to the situation I'm about to describe), for computers of all things. Within my school district file, I already had a big red post-it (literally) that said "Be careful with computers", with good reason; I'm a bit of a geek, with the usual geek intelligence and love of pranks.
It was week two, about halfway through the week, when I met another kid in the class who seemed to be at least intelligent enough to have some fun with. After playing a few machine-based pranks on him, he went home and learned some of his own, and used them against me. At this point in time, I didn't understand about escalation and the such (well, I did, but I hadn't take it into account), so this kept up until he finally dropped the network to it's knees. The school techs had no way of fixing it, but they determined that suspicious activity had been generating from our computers and we were both promptly hauled before the principle. Sadly for the other kid, he had evidence on his person that proved he did it, and I went back to class.
Here's the kicker: as I'm in the process of fixing the system, I'm called back and told the other kid ratted on me that I broke it. The one with the evidence on his person, in his handwriting, with every log pointing to his machine, "ratted out" me out. Love the logic, eh? When I challenge the principle's thought process, I got a simple "because I say so, and you shouldn't question it", but my mother (when called to be informed of my 'crime') also asked, and after pushing, got told that I intruded on the network (a detention, not a drop-F), which she in turn challenged, and was told that I (and now, I'm quoting) was " too advanced in the subject for any one teacher to be able to effectively monitor [me], even if they were assigned to watch just [me]."
That's right kids. I took the same class 3 times, because I was too advanced for the teachers. Stunning ain't it?
Anyway, I love that story, its one of those times that ultimately proved that I am the genius that so many people so wrongly believe is mere ego. On to my next topic though. More stupid people and computer things.
The people out there who claim to be "geeks" or (proudly and sadly) "nerds", while actually lacking any geek-like trait of talent, they piss me off beyond a shadow of a doubt. Do you know what Assembly, FORTRAN, and C are? Have you ever played a PnP RPG? Do you still watch cartoons and pirate old t.v. shows because they are funnier than the crap on today? Have you ever said the words "That looks good enough that I might buy it instead of pirating it..."? If not, you aren't making a strong case.
I was talking to my girlfriend today and heard one of her friends, who - by the snippets I'd heard up till then - regarded himself to be a tre posh geek (geeks are never posh, it's why we're geeks. we can be loved and adored, but we are not cool) actually said "my network connection is like 100 megabytes per second and I still download stuff at around a meg..." In that moment, I've never wanted more to have a law that requires a licensing process for computer use. Digressing though - the geek rant shall come later.
Our video-game is making absolutely great progress... that is to say that I've not heard from any of my development team in about a week or so, and I'm hating the DirectX crap I'm having to learn for it, but it's getting done. We have our main character and the world on the grow, as well as a pretty solid idea for the game story flow. Right now, I'm outlining the missions (looking to be 12), and then I'll be on to customizations I guess.
~Mr. Mobius
"I swear to god chachi, call me Morpheus again, and I'm going to bean you with a server! It's Mobius! Moe-bee-us."
Heres a prime example of stupidity on a massive scale that simply proves my point, so I believe. Two years ago, I was in summer school (some of you may hear the word hypocrite floating through your brain, but I originally failed due to a reason not dissimilar to the situation I'm about to describe), for computers of all things. Within my school district file, I already had a big red post-it (literally) that said "Be careful with computers", with good reason; I'm a bit of a geek, with the usual geek intelligence and love of pranks.
It was week two, about halfway through the week, when I met another kid in the class who seemed to be at least intelligent enough to have some fun with. After playing a few machine-based pranks on him, he went home and learned some of his own, and used them against me. At this point in time, I didn't understand about escalation and the such (well, I did, but I hadn't take it into account), so this kept up until he finally dropped the network to it's knees. The school techs had no way of fixing it, but they determined that suspicious activity had been generating from our computers and we were both promptly hauled before the principle. Sadly for the other kid, he had evidence on his person that proved he did it, and I went back to class.
Here's the kicker: as I'm in the process of fixing the system, I'm called back and told the other kid ratted on me that I broke it. The one with the evidence on his person, in his handwriting, with every log pointing to his machine, "ratted out" me out. Love the logic, eh? When I challenge the principle's thought process, I got a simple "because I say so, and you shouldn't question it", but my mother (when called to be informed of my 'crime') also asked, and after pushing, got told that I intruded on the network (a detention, not a drop-F), which she in turn challenged, and was told that I (and now, I'm quoting) was " too advanced in the subject for any one teacher to be able to effectively monitor [me], even if they were assigned to watch just [me]."
That's right kids. I took the same class 3 times, because I was too advanced for the teachers. Stunning ain't it?
Anyway, I love that story, its one of those times that ultimately proved that I am the genius that so many people so wrongly believe is mere ego. On to my next topic though. More stupid people and computer things.
The people out there who claim to be "geeks" or (proudly and sadly) "nerds", while actually lacking any geek-like trait of talent, they piss me off beyond a shadow of a doubt. Do you know what Assembly, FORTRAN, and C are? Have you ever played a PnP RPG? Do you still watch cartoons and pirate old t.v. shows because they are funnier than the crap on today? Have you ever said the words "That looks good enough that I might buy it instead of pirating it..."? If not, you aren't making a strong case.
I was talking to my girlfriend today and heard one of her friends, who - by the snippets I'd heard up till then - regarded himself to be a tre posh geek (geeks are never posh, it's why we're geeks. we can be loved and adored, but we are not cool) actually said "my network connection is like 100 megabytes per second and I still download stuff at around a meg..." In that moment, I've never wanted more to have a law that requires a licensing process for computer use. Digressing though - the geek rant shall come later.
Our video-game is making absolutely great progress... that is to say that I've not heard from any of my development team in about a week or so, and I'm hating the DirectX crap I'm having to learn for it, but it's getting done. We have our main character and the world on the grow, as well as a pretty solid idea for the game story flow. Right now, I'm outlining the missions (looking to be 12), and then I'll be on to customizations I guess.
~Mr. Mobius
"I swear to god chachi, call me Morpheus again, and I'm going to bean you with a server! It's Mobius! Moe-bee-us."
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