20030426
I finally remember why I didn't post for a long time, because the computer kept on crashing, restarting, or not restarting, and I decided to leave it alone. I wasn't thinking about blogging, only about understanding the reason the computer was crashing.
Well, it seems to have stopped, and seems to have been because I was using it too long and too often. The problem is not to my opinion fixed, but apparently, after leaving it off for one day, the computer's back in a happy mood.
I don't understand why a computer would be doing that, especially since being made of unambiguous bits and bytes that cannot be altered, the idea of it needing to rest when the fact is that they can endlessly loop a command is definitely laughable.
I saw "8 Mile" today, on rented video. It wasn't bad, I like the plot, which is based partially on Eminem's real life. Very inspiring.
I sleep now.
Well, it seems to have stopped, and seems to have been because I was using it too long and too often. The problem is not to my opinion fixed, but apparently, after leaving it off for one day, the computer's back in a happy mood.
I don't understand why a computer would be doing that, especially since being made of unambiguous bits and bytes that cannot be altered, the idea of it needing to rest when the fact is that they can endlessly loop a command is definitely laughable.
I saw "8 Mile" today, on rented video. It wasn't bad, I like the plot, which is based partially on Eminem's real life. Very inspiring.
I sleep now.
Nothing much to talk about. Either that or a topic that I might as well have posted simply went over my head.
So nothing's wrong with the old car, just a spark plug (unrelated to the smog check) and the idea that letting the car idle means that the smog check would undoubtedly distort the reading. I think it feel a little different. The car's accelerator is stronger, more reactive . . .
I had a Chemistry Test yesterday, it wasn't hard. It wasn't easy, either. I think the new professor is being easy on us for the first midterm of the quarter, but I believe she'll suddenly jump on us with a test that is nightmarishly difficult, to culminate in a totally-designed-for-flunking-you final exam.
Sorry for the lack of post, I haven't had the habit of blogging repeatedly.
So nothing's wrong with the old car, just a spark plug (unrelated to the smog check) and the idea that letting the car idle means that the smog check would undoubtedly distort the reading. I think it feel a little different. The car's accelerator is stronger, more reactive . . .
I had a Chemistry Test yesterday, it wasn't hard. It wasn't easy, either. I think the new professor is being easy on us for the first midterm of the quarter, but I believe she'll suddenly jump on us with a test that is nightmarishly difficult, to culminate in a totally-designed-for-flunking-you final exam.
Sorry for the lack of post, I haven't had the habit of blogging repeatedly.
20030422
Two posts today.
I just got a fucking parking ticket because I forgot to get my parking permit in the car.
Here's the story: I have a new old car. My uncle gave it to me. But because of the California law, I must submit it to a smog check. Uncle already smog checked it BEFORE giving me the title, as the California law dictates. Then I must submit it to a smog check AGAIN before the car is officially mine.
The car is also a stick-shift, meaning that I have to do the work of changing gears. Because I never drove stick-shift before, I had to learn. So after driving it for a while, I was scared because this car takes so much energy. I have to focus on all my driving, pay attention and everything in between. That means that I stopped driving it for a while, both because I was nervous about driving to school EVERY SINGLE DAY and because my mom was not comfortable with my driving.
The car, a Toyota, being older than me by one year--I'm born in 1984--failed the smog check. We speculated on why the smog check failed when Jeff's smog check passed. We settled on the explanation that not driving the car for a long time causes the gas not to burn well because the gas gets worn out. So we made a practice of driving it to get rid of the gas so we can wash the gas, clean the carburetor, and replace the air filter. I also drove it every day because I had to drive it to burn the gas, because my mom forced me to.
So I drove every Saturday, gaining more experience. Eventually, I drove to school every day.
The smog check failed again. The main problem was that the car emit too much HC. (I think HC means hydrocarbons.) The previous smog check shows the problem was at 2500 RPM (revolutions per minute), too much HC was emitted. This time, at both idle RPM and 2500 RPM. My car was then labeled, "Gross Polluter."
Being worried about driving a Gross Polluter because I am an environmentalist, I was conflicted between whether to go back to driving the family car, which is a Honda and automatic shift, or to continue driving the Gross Polluter car. The first day of school, I drove the Honda, nearly forgetting the permit so I put it there. Then the second day, I decided, "No, I want to continue driving the Gross Polluter car, I'm more comfortable now."
So when I drove to school, and parked my car, and go to school doing my business, a parking bureau officer saw that there was no parking permit and put a fine on it.
Damn, damn, damn. This is not being a good week. I wonder what warning is the Power(s) that be in heaven trying to give me. Yesterday, I almost crash. Today, I got fined. What tomorrow, what Thursday, what Friday? What for the rest of my life?
I can think of one reason, though. I am super-tired. Since the Daylight Saving Time two weeks ago, I've not been sleeping at the new 11 o'clock, instead staying up late to 12 or 11:30 because I didn't feel sleepy. I've been doing this for two weeks now, so, I'm as groggy as all Hell. I'm sure my mind is not thinking clearly. I must sleep at 10 tonight, or even at 9, to recover the stupid loss of sleep.
I just got a fucking parking ticket because I forgot to get my parking permit in the car.
Here's the story: I have a new old car. My uncle gave it to me. But because of the California law, I must submit it to a smog check. Uncle already smog checked it BEFORE giving me the title, as the California law dictates. Then I must submit it to a smog check AGAIN before the car is officially mine.
The car is also a stick-shift, meaning that I have to do the work of changing gears. Because I never drove stick-shift before, I had to learn. So after driving it for a while, I was scared because this car takes so much energy. I have to focus on all my driving, pay attention and everything in between. That means that I stopped driving it for a while, both because I was nervous about driving to school EVERY SINGLE DAY and because my mom was not comfortable with my driving.
The car, a Toyota, being older than me by one year--I'm born in 1984--failed the smog check. We speculated on why the smog check failed when Jeff's smog check passed. We settled on the explanation that not driving the car for a long time causes the gas not to burn well because the gas gets worn out. So we made a practice of driving it to get rid of the gas so we can wash the gas, clean the carburetor, and replace the air filter. I also drove it every day because I had to drive it to burn the gas, because my mom forced me to.
So I drove every Saturday, gaining more experience. Eventually, I drove to school every day.
The smog check failed again. The main problem was that the car emit too much HC. (I think HC means hydrocarbons.) The previous smog check shows the problem was at 2500 RPM (revolutions per minute), too much HC was emitted. This time, at both idle RPM and 2500 RPM. My car was then labeled, "Gross Polluter."
Being worried about driving a Gross Polluter because I am an environmentalist, I was conflicted between whether to go back to driving the family car, which is a Honda and automatic shift, or to continue driving the Gross Polluter car. The first day of school, I drove the Honda, nearly forgetting the permit so I put it there. Then the second day, I decided, "No, I want to continue driving the Gross Polluter car, I'm more comfortable now."
So when I drove to school, and parked my car, and go to school doing my business, a parking bureau officer saw that there was no parking permit and put a fine on it.
Damn, damn, damn. This is not being a good week. I wonder what warning is the Power(s) that be in heaven trying to give me. Yesterday, I almost crash. Today, I got fined. What tomorrow, what Thursday, what Friday? What for the rest of my life?
I can think of one reason, though. I am super-tired. Since the Daylight Saving Time two weeks ago, I've not been sleeping at the new 11 o'clock, instead staying up late to 12 or 11:30 because I didn't feel sleepy. I've been doing this for two weeks now, so, I'm as groggy as all Hell. I'm sure my mind is not thinking clearly. I must sleep at 10 tonight, or even at 9, to recover the stupid loss of sleep.
Should have posted yesterday . . .
4/21/03
I did the stupidest thing today., which was running through a red arrow light and nearly crashing with other cars going the opposing way. The red arrow didn't even turn green. I'm going to go through a lot of self-invection by saying "Fuck!" Shit, what a goddamn asshole am I. I coulda gotten killed. Shit, what the fuck is wrong with me? CAn't I drive fucking carefully? The worst is, this validates all the adjectives about me that my mom always unloaded in every single one of her bitter nagging complaints about me. All my goddamn faults are listed in the stupidity. This is so beyond the idiotic of all idiots, that I cannot even capitalize the "g" to take God's name in vain, because this is not worthy of Him. Of course, if I got killed, and do go to the Judgment, then I probably would have rated His attention. I do not pay attention to the fucking traffic light, my own fucking traffic light.
I'm finished, now to explain why this happened:
I was at the intersection of Springlake St. and Washington Ave. It is a three-way street, with the Springlake being the end of the road. I was on Washington, ready to turn left onto Springlake. There is a red arrow in front of me. The Washington traffic lights were red, Springlake was green, so cars could go from Springlake onto Washington into any direction. The Washington Ave. has two lanes for each direction, so that's four lanes totally, along with my short lane for turning left onto Springlake, which has one lane.
Springlake lights turn yellow, then red. Finally, because I was so distracted, I paid attention only to the other Washington Ave. traffic lights, not to my own red arrow. So then, I just drove and turned, only to find the other cars coming straight to me. What's going on? Is the lights green, and then I realized that I was at fault, I was not supposed to turn.
Why did I behave in this manner? I can explain. The habit of expecting the red arrow to turn green has been so ingrained on me that I just let my body go on autopilot while I can think of other things.
Usually, my red arrow traffic light turns red with the traffic lights for other cars going straight ahead. While the cars opposite me, they usually wait until the cars turning left onto Springlake finish, then the lights will turn green and they can go.
The problem was, this time, the red arrow turning green, didn't, but I looked only at the other traffic lights, not paying any particular attention.
Another provocation was my "territorial claim," which for some reasons happen only to men. I saw the other cars opposite me turning right onto Springlake. I wanted to stop them, saying that's mine. It's my turn to go onto the Springlake street, so I was in a hurry to establish my dominion. Outrageous, isn't it? Why do I behave like so?
*sigh*
4/21/03
I did the stupidest thing today., which was running through a red arrow light and nearly crashing with other cars going the opposing way. The red arrow didn't even turn green. I'm going to go through a lot of self-invection by saying "Fuck!" Shit, what a goddamn asshole am I. I coulda gotten killed. Shit, what the fuck is wrong with me? CAn't I drive fucking carefully? The worst is, this validates all the adjectives about me that my mom always unloaded in every single one of her bitter nagging complaints about me. All my goddamn faults are listed in the stupidity. This is so beyond the idiotic of all idiots, that I cannot even capitalize the "g" to take God's name in vain, because this is not worthy of Him. Of course, if I got killed, and do go to the Judgment, then I probably would have rated His attention. I do not pay attention to the fucking traffic light, my own fucking traffic light.
I'm finished, now to explain why this happened:
I was at the intersection of Springlake St. and Washington Ave. It is a three-way street, with the Springlake being the end of the road. I was on Washington, ready to turn left onto Springlake. There is a red arrow in front of me. The Washington traffic lights were red, Springlake was green, so cars could go from Springlake onto Washington into any direction. The Washington Ave. has two lanes for each direction, so that's four lanes totally, along with my short lane for turning left onto Springlake, which has one lane.
Springlake lights turn yellow, then red. Finally, because I was so distracted, I paid attention only to the other Washington Ave. traffic lights, not to my own red arrow. So then, I just drove and turned, only to find the other cars coming straight to me. What's going on? Is the lights green, and then I realized that I was at fault, I was not supposed to turn.
Why did I behave in this manner? I can explain. The habit of expecting the red arrow to turn green has been so ingrained on me that I just let my body go on autopilot while I can think of other things.
Usually, my red arrow traffic light turns red with the traffic lights for other cars going straight ahead. While the cars opposite me, they usually wait until the cars turning left onto Springlake finish, then the lights will turn green and they can go.
The problem was, this time, the red arrow turning green, didn't, but I looked only at the other traffic lights, not paying any particular attention.
Another provocation was my "territorial claim," which for some reasons happen only to men. I saw the other cars opposite me turning right onto Springlake. I wanted to stop them, saying that's mine. It's my turn to go onto the Springlake street, so I was in a hurry to establish my dominion. Outrageous, isn't it? Why do I behave like so?
*sigh*
20030420
Go to We Love the Iraqi Information Minister and rave for what many and even I proclaim as "the doctor of spin!" Some gems that Muhammed Saeed Al-Sahhaf has spoken that run into the face of blatant troops: When American troops invade Baghdad, M.S.S maintained, "There are no American infidels in Baghdad--never!" and "they are nowhere near the airport ..they are lost in the desert...they can not read a compass...they are retarded."
So full of hilarious invectives that I can more easily accept his charisma.
So full of hilarious invectives that I can more easily accept his charisma.
