i’ve stopped counting

I ate a spinach calzone today!

So, here I am once again, sitting in front of my computer, some time after midnight. I am very much looking forward to returning to UF six days after all the computers break. I know I’m a computer engineer and I should be proud of that, but if an angry mob goes around hunting computer engineers, I’ll be a history major faster than you can say ‘Please sir, don’t hurt me.’

I’ve been wondering how stupid those seventy-year old retired computer scientists feel - the ones who caused this whole century bug. Of course they realized that computers would be covering the earth, controlling everything in thirty years. I bet some of them transferred to Tibetan monasteries.

It’s my opinion ‘The Talented Mr. Ripley’ is a much screwier and violent movie than ‘Fight Club’. Why that movie will likely never draw any objection, I will probably not understand.

I fiddled with the entire webpage. I also fiddled with the updater program. Both of them look slightly different, but don’t really do much different. La la la.

See Eric.
See Eric sit on a sturdy wooden chair.
See sturdy wooden chair lose its will to live and shatter under the seemingly extreme pressure.
See Eric replace sturdy wooden chair fragments with sturdy wooden rocking chair and flowery blue cushions.
See Eric sit on a sturdy wooden rocking chair and flowery blue cushions.
Eric likes the sturdy wooden rocking chair and flowery blue cushions.
Eric thinks his parents will not approve of him parking a rocking chair in front of his computer.
See Eric try to add this retarded update to his webpage with his $4.95 v.90 56K modem.
See Eric realize AOL is really poopy and doesn’t let him use Updater for some reason.
See Eric bust out with the FTP program and notepad.exe.
Go Eric, go!

Halfway through Ally McBeal, I lost access to the tv that wasn’t mine because the Jaguars game was on. So after a minute, I decided to sit out on the stairwell and watch the rain and think. I thought about football and why guys like to watch it. I don’t mean just UF football or whatever team. I mean watching just about every game no matter who competes. (Hey, LeRoy! The Siberia/Peru pre-season ameteur scrimmage is on in ten minutes! Where’s the chips?) I thought the appeal is somewhere between watching acceptable violence and knowing more about the sport than everybody else. I thought perhaps watching a game gives guys a collective subject to talk about so the conversation doesn’t grind to a halt, leading to somebody turning on Win Ben Stein’s Money or Univision. Anyway, I found it’s fun to sit on the stairs and look at the rain, close my eyes, feel the wind, hear the drainpipes, and keep track of how many people ask me what’s wrong - more fun than watching football and having to ask what a cornerback is.

Something else I thought about while on the steps: I am now twenty years old. In that time I have decided to be happy and have done nothing to work towards that goal beyond maybe work out my thoughts in text. But since happiness for me depends on having someone to live for, I can’t see that I can do anything to get there. For that matter, I could’ve found that person years ago without knowing it. Maybe I’m four years too late. Maybe I’m jumping the gun by forty years. It kinda sucks that I have a goal of happiness, but all I can do is hope that it just happens some day. I blew my chance with an almost perfect girl in high school by doing nothing. Now, years later, I think I’m faced with just about the same problem. I’m tempted to write more here about the current thoughts in my head, but if there were any more gossip where I spend all my time, everybody would have to be sitting in those giant beehive hair dryer chairs reading People magazine.

And now, a joke:
A man was walking down the street and he fell over. - Randy

[Standard disclaimer applies - I wrote this stuff at 1:30 AM. If I wrote something bad, please ask me about it before throwing furniture.]

That’s funny… I don’t remember going forward in time and installing Windows Millenium… Eric is very much confused.

Having about eighty-five updates on my site forced me to spread everything over 3 .htm files. I also fixed the problem with my page looking weird in Netscape and AOL. The columns now have fixed widths. If this makes everything look weird on your computer, buy a 15 inch monitor and set it to 800×600 resolution. Soon to come: a webpage tune-up: revising the links page, adding stuff to stuff, revising the cow gallery, and a free car wash.

If you’re wondering why I haven’t posted much here lately, it’s because I’m avoiding the lack of people in my apartment by spending most of my free time at another apartment in ARF. Rather entertaining place. There’s almost always something going on over there. Something to keep me from depressing myself into another lengthy webpage update about how life doesn’t matter at the moment.

If all women could understand their power over men, the entire planet’s social system would become matriarchal overnight.