Woo, it's the Super Bowl, the game the Patriots won last year!  There's no way this year's game will be anywhere as good as 2002's, of course, but I'm still looking forward to having a chance to see the evil, hated Raiders go down in the face of the Bucs' mighty defense.  Die, Raiders, Die.  I'm predicting a 20-17 victory for the Bucs, and I think it's going to be an exciting game.

Good to see more people posting on Insult.  This tends to happen in the Spring, I think.  Stuff is going fairly well here, mopping up the last few requirements standing in between me and a degree.  I've got two entertaining Math classes.  One's a Statistics class whose Professor is a zany-Yakov-Smirnov-level stereotypical Russian - he writes things like "What does Statistics?" and "Aspirin does it reduce risk of stroke/hart attacks?!!" on the board, which is remarkably entertaining if you're actually in the class.  He smokes a pipe and seems to wear the same loden-colored sweater every class.  Also a very good professor, makes the material interesting.  The other math class is called Mathematical Explorations, a Math for English Majors sort of thing, and it focuses on the idea of infinity, what it means, how it developed historically, how people contend with its existence, that sort of thing.  Exciting stuff...the class' professor is an elemental Math Professor, pure-Math-Professor-existence, makes sense I guess.

Hm...the cold here's been monumental.  We had about a week where I don't think the temperature (inc. wind chill) made it over zero degrees.   It's a balmy 16F outside right now, and when I walk out to grab some coffee today, that's going to feel like Spring's weather to me - the way things have been going, my face and feet not being numb justifies straw hats and parasol drinks.

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I told part of this to FlyingTim the other night, but I figured I'd explain it fully on here...

Last Sunday I went to dinner with my mother and her friend. After dinner, we went back to the friend's house for me to get my car and go while my mother and friend "hung out". Oh oh! Yes! I'm a computer whiz, can't I fix this old lady's computer for her, before I go? Of course, I can, I can fix anything having to do with computer, clearly. So here's what the deal is described to me as: For the past three years, my mother's friend has had to unplug her phone to use the internet. She had to keep switching the plug from the phone to her computer constantly for three whole years. I already knew what the problem was without even having to see it, but I said I would take a look at it. Heh.

First mistake - she bought a Compaq. Second mistake - she let the Compaq guy come into her house and set it up for her. He told her she had to do it that way, switch the plug from computer to phone and back again. I'd like to get the kid's name so I could punch him in the face for playing such a dirty joke on an old woman. Asshole. So about a year ago she had a friend of hers come over to look at it for her for some problem or another and he noticed the problem. This is a guy who has a degree from such-and-such university in computer design and repair or whatever. A man of letters.

The guy tries to fix the problem for her but has no luck. He tells her that, and I quote, there is no place on the monitor to plug the modem into.

I'll repeat that, because it's something Lewis Black would go crazy over. He told her that there was no place on her monitor to plug the modem into. First of all, the modem is internal. The phone cord was going from the jack on the phone to the one on the modem. Secondly, only fucking iMacs work like that, and that's only because they come in one convenient package. I don't believe in him, but God damn.

So I get up to where the computer is. Sure enough, there's a phone cord going into one of the two jacks on the modem card. Upon inspection with a flashlight, however, it's plugged into the "out" jack. Interesting. I trace the cord over around the back of the desk and you'll never guess where it's plugged into. You know how some power strips have phone jacks in them? Well, the output jack on the modem (i.e. the part that's supposed to plug into the phone) was connected to the output jack of the power strip. THE OUTPUT JACK. Now, also, keep in mind that there's a perfectly functioning wall jack right next to the power strip. The phone cord plugged into that extends to my mother's friend's caller-ID box, which, in turn, has a cord that plugs into the phone.

Instead of going with my first instinct, which was to kill myself, I unplugged the power strip and the wall jack cords. I then took the one from the power strip and plugged it into the caller-ID box. After that, I ran the wall jack cord back around the desk and into the "in" jack on the modem card of the computer. AND THEN I WAS DONE.

Now, it took me a while to describe that, but I did it all in less than a minute. For three fucking years my mother's friend was unplugging the wall jack cord from the caller-ID box, running around the back and plugging it into the computer. I'm surprised the woman hadn't gone crazy, and I'm doubly surprised that she didn't immediately kill the two morons who'd fucked with the computer before me. Both should take their certification certificates and burn them, then burn the ashes, then eat the remaining ashes. Assholes.

Here's some cocksucking porn to take your mind off assholes.

Anyhow, I don't understand what it is about some people who feel like they either A.) have the right to talk down to you or B.) will talk down to people just because they can. Let me be more specific here, I'm talking about Pappy's roommate Preacherman, here. He's always speaking in these cryptic little didactic allegories. About 85% of the time they're cryptic enough that I don't even understand what the fuck he's talking about... For the love of fuck, for those of us who know Pappy, what the hell is he going to do with them? Here's an example: I'm stoned out of my fucking mind yesterday, and he comes in all gruff and pissed off at something (It could be that pappy and I ate an ENTIRE half gallon of icecream, or maybe it's that his "date" with a hooker last night didn't go so well (you have to pay extra to come all over their faces, and I think he might have been a little short)) and then he keeps yelling at me that "This is strike number two". So, I'm like, Pappy, WHAT THE FUCK is he talking about? Is he talking about baseball again? Then I'm like "Well, you might as well make it strike three, then we can stop counting" back to him, to which he looks like I've insulted him or something. I don't even fucking understand what he was talking about still. It's completely fucking asinine to try to teach people lessons by saying a bunch of bullshit that makes no sense to anyone but you, and then to get pissed off because they don't follow what you said. Anyhow, back to what brought us to this point, I don't understand what makes him think he can talk down to me, or talk down to anyone, and these little "lessons", these delicious little gems of "knowledge" that he somehow has garnered do exactly two things: Make him look like he's TRYING to act like some kind of sage, make him look like a complete asshole. If I was more violent I would have hurt him by now, probably. I don't know how pappy does it.

Okay, more random shit. Computer Science is a bullshit major. Computers are just a fad anyhow. But, really, all we're trained to do here is write shitty code quickly and somewhere around 9 times out of 10 cheat to get the answer or solution. Maybe that's practice for the real world, and if so, maybe I don't want to be involved in it. Coding, at it's core, and I don't know how many of you will really understand this, is an art. You don't ever see art teachers giving the strictest fucking deadlines on campus as to when some painting has to be completed by. You get sparks of creativity and you have dry spells... So making us code on demand does one thing - make us hate coding. If you can do it at your liesure, and when you feel like it, and when it's interesting, it's actually enjoyable (if you can believe that). People, myself included, bitch about the purity of the major.. Half the kids in there are fucking hacks who are just in it for the money, and would sell you out just for a grade. These are the kind of fuckers who if you work in a group with them, EVEN IF you all do equal work, will claim that they did all the work and you stranded them, just to look good for the teacher. These kinds of greasy, shistey bastards. The problem with protecting the purity if the major, is that it's already about as pure as a cribhouse whore. It's just inherently that way because of how they do things. Rather than teach us interesting things, and letting us persue our interests pertaining to these things, the powers that be choose to make us do the same pointless bullshit over and over and over again each year, which we forget immediatly after completion. On projects that are actually enjoyable, you actually learn something, and you ALWAYS take something away from them.. I dont know, if you ask me, things need to change, chances are that they wont, though. meh.

So, I'm looking forward to living off campus. Pappy and Danz0r seem concerned, well, more Pappy for whatever reason, about Leveres and I living together.. Oh well, only time will tell, but I feel really good about that. It will be nice to not have to walk a half mile to use the bathroom anymore, and to be able to have my own food in my own fridge and all that stuff. Being off the meal plan will also be extremely nice.

Work is getting better, slowly but surely.. Things are less stressful now.. The summer should be good, since it's nice to have a place to go and work instead of working at home - people dont get the idea of working at home, and the distractions are horrible. Just because i'm not sitting at some fucking desk in some recirculated air building doesn't mean I'm not concentrating and working.. bleh.

So, I like getting high. It's fun. But, like with everything else, it's a to each his own sort of thing.. When it comes down to it, it really doesn't matter what you do and what you don't do.. Don't want to swear? Don't. Don't want to have sex? Don't. Don't want to drink? Don't. Don't want to do drugs? Don't. It doesn't really matter why, it's a personal decision, and Levres choice is Levres choice, and more so I completely back her decision and love her for it. Fractals are cool when you're stoned, too. Music is good, but not most of the music on the radio. It's called hippie music for a reason kids. Anyhow, I'm all for Levres not doing drugs while she still is on medication, I mean, it's just silly to do them if you're not going to enjoy them, right? At least she's not one of those nazi girlfriends who is like, if I'm not going to do it, niether are you.. man is that annoying. To each his own, kids, to each his own. It's like Levres douche bag roommate.. Like, there's always round robins on Levres' floor, but she never knows about them because she's niether invited or asked to participate in them because one time they came by, and no doubt got her roommate who probably gave them some shit about how she doesnt drink, and there's no drinking allowed in her room and all this crap.. She doesn't allow Levres to drink on her own side of the fucking room even when she is gone every weekend. Talk about a bunch of bullshit. It's that kind of throwing your weight around bullshit, much like what Preacherman does, that just drives an average more or less easy going guy like myself nuts.

So, showering with your girlfriend is a good thing, but, it fucking sucks to feel like a criminal every single time I do it. That's not enough of a deterant to stop me, however. I have noticed one thing though, girls can be very un-ladylike while in a place that no boys are present (ie. the bathroom).. and man, some things go on that I'd rather not have first party knowledge of.

I think that's my random spattering of shit for a little while. I haven't posted in a while, and don't know when I'll post again. We'll call that wait and see, eh kids? Peace out... JW.

PS - Caniprokis and FlyingTim, are we gonna get to see you kids anytime soon? What happened this weekend, Peps?

Remember to set those clocks an hour ahead, fuckers!