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I finished SPSCC's Winter Quarter today.

I took Swenson's final exam, and feel pretty good about the tests. As I was leaving, he said "See you in a couple weeks." He doesn't know that I dropped Microecon. for SQL.

Joke's on him.

No more finals, no more papers - the last thing I could conceivably do for Winter Quarter is stop by Building 26 Thursday for a peek at my Psych. grade. Besides that, I have nothing to do until next Monday, when spring books go on sale. Huzzah! It's rest & relaxin' time...aka read Access '97 in 21 days in 14 days.

I've gotta learn Access before April 7th. Meh - how hard could it be? SQL couldn't require too much for database knowledge...

And now, I'm off to plan Friday's Stupid Move.

To quote Meredith

Drop beer, not bombs! There are other things to drop on land targets besides bottles...

Once more on "The Load"

(First of all, you're welcome Nathan.)

Seventeen pages; nineteen including the Works Cited.

As of 0220, this morning, I've finished Writing 102 under James Schneider. My 17-page, quarter-long essay is FINISHED and ready to turn in. There is no rush to get my work done before class in the computer lab; no, I'm sittin' in the computer lab blogging instead.

I'm glad that the work's over, but now I have little to do in writing, besides this blog. I've finished the writing courses at SPSCC. Next fall is the next chance I'll have to do academic writing, unless Vosper's US History includes a term paper. Somehow, I'm not enticed by a history term paper, though...

Perhaps I should get back to work on my other projects. Offenbach and Slaughterhouse Five won't allow time for me to pat my own back, unfortunately.

Free time and the computer lab...this kicks ass.

Jitterbug

Jimminy Crappit, was swing exhausting.

I'm starting to think that my Lindy Hop is better than my East Coast and Charleston - I learned Lindy with much more care than the latter two. So now, I can spin around in the wondrous Lindy Basic, doing a fair amount of twist-ish moves - at the expense of my left arm, though. I need to learn a dance where the lead's left arm doesn't control the follow for most of the time - perhaps Balboa is the solution. I guess I'll see April 19th (with the Rain City Rugcutters workshop - hint hint subtle hint to e-mail me for more info hint hint).

Meanwhile, the attbi server seems to be having issues cramming the pictures through its mail system. Crah...I have about 5.5 MB of pictures that are decidedly clogging my Outbox...sigh. And that's zipped...

Ah, nevermind. The mail server finally choked one of the messages down - it's only a matter of minutes now before Oli and Jen get the pics.

Well then; That, as they say, is That. I'm a bit tired, and thinking I should let my poor left knee have a rest. So, good night, all.

So much for Econ.

Thursday, Swenson's time came. He ended class twenty minutes early for something that's done to most professors at SPSCC - the Student Evaluation of Faculty. I've done this for three professors so far - either they were still fairly new and had to be evaluated every quarter, or there were other reasons. Anywhoo, I got the same sheet to fill out for Swenson and his Macroeconomics course.

Numerically, I gave him a crappy rating - he deserved it.

On the comments page, I gave him a stupendously long list of complaints; I filled out the entire comments sheet, something my dad has never seen happen in ten years of teaching. Swenson deserved that too.

However, since I wrote out so much, I know that he'll know who has complained the loudest. I've been told that I already have excellent voice in my writing, which sorta scratches anonymity - but I also complained about his inability to understand basic Algebra in the three proofs I presented to him and the class throughout the quarter. Since nobody else is as math-minded as me in that class, he will know instantly who evaluated him crappily.

On a quite-related note, I've dropped Microeconomics. My dad backed this decision, since he knows that the education wouldn't be worthwhile from an absolute dud like Swenson, and Swenson will already start the quarter with a bad and potentially bitter position against me.

In other news, I now have a free 1315 timeslot, which I will use for that mysterious phenonema known as lunch - and maybe even History reading. With SQL at 1415 daily, I have a quarter ahead of me potentially without homework.

What the hell am I gonna do - I'll have free time again! Ah, I guess I can always teach myself some Multivariable Calculus - Jim and I had a blast at Katie's last night with Calculus problems from his Physics class, and I was...stirred. So stirred, in fact, that after Jim left me with a "for fun" problem as he dropped off Ramona, Katie and Ali ripped the miniwhiteboard from my hands, threw me out in the hall, and hid both items. It took me eight and a half minutes to get past Katie in the hallway back into the rec room - and even then, I couldn't find the whiteboard.

Ah well.

Song in the Neighborhood

How to have fun in Mr. Rutledge's room:
Entry four: Gregorian Dirge

Mr. Rutledge has (had?) a picture of Mr. Rodgers up on the back wall of his room. I know I saw it in my freshman year, but I can't recall if it was there today.

Anywhoo, Aaron had the thought last week that Mr. Rutledge might need...comforting. Today, he and I marched straight down to Mr. Rutledge's room to...console him.

Music is hard to put in a blog...but I'll at least say this. Mr. Rodger's neighborhood intro. song makes an easy dirge, and singing it in a Gregorian, ie homophonic and fairly homotonic fashion, makes a cool dirge - and Aaron and I both singing it in the bass range with my black shirt thrown over our heads like a cowl made a damn cool dirge.

If anybody ever wishes to videotape us giving Mr. Rutledge...ehr, "comforting," please let one of us know. We'll be happy to have our stunts recorded =)

If it ain't broke...

Well, I got to take a full-day break from a functioning computer yesterday.

Friday night, after I got home from swing dancin', I crashed on various pieces of seating furniture for an hour or so, consuming kim-bah along the way. Damian downloaded a game demo called Freelancer, and mentioned how cool it looked to me. Well, actually, he told me how cool it would look if we had the new driver for our ATI 7200 card; he also told me that he wanted me to install it, so he wouldn't take the blame for anything that could go wrong.

I was kinda blasted at that point, digesting rice and yellow radishes and cooling down my legs, so I just passively chuckled. Heh, heh, heh. Off to bed I went.

First thing in the morning (after I got my pants on - that early), Damian tells me once again about the video driver. I forget if he mentioned the 'shared blame' thing again, but he had a few websites up with simple instructions on how to install a driver.

Unconsciously, I made another backup copy of my pictures and school work.

I uninstalled the driver we had, as per the website's (now printed) instructions. I restarted the computer, and the computer happily came back to life in a fairly gairish-looking mode. With a contented shrug on its thought-to-be temporary ugliness, I installed the new driver, and restarted the computer again.

If it ain't broke...

While initializing device IOS, an I/O subsystem driver failed to load.
Either a file in the IOSubsys subdirectory is corrupt or the system is low on memory.

Well, the system has 128MB of memory, all available.

For the rest of Saturday, the computer sat in Safe Mode, being restarted many a time with dinking done to the IOSUBSYS directory.

My dad had been wanting to get a new computer for a while, anyway...and now, he had some pretty good incentive. Though the computer is now fixed (we rolled back to an old registry), he's getting another computer anyway, to be prepared for the next time Damian wants to fix something...

And I should be getting the old monitor instead of blogging. Meh. Allison's mention of procrastination stirred something in me.