Monday, April 25, 2005

Summer of

Exercise.

Bike until you think your gonna throw up. Then keep biking.

Albiet slower.

And get home as fast as you can without going fast enough to actually make you puke.

Apparantly, the 2 Road bridge got moved farther away without anyone telling me. Whew.

Sunday, April 24, 2005

Summer of

Boredom.

But at least this is the summer of me turning 21. Hurray... What to do for my birthday... Little early planning never hurt anyone to badly. But since Andrew will be living in a dorm room (probably) this August, I probably won't be visiting him over the summer. So that frees up a few hundred dollars of Birthday monies from my parents. I'm thinking... Yearly membership at The Swedish Touch? Naturally since it's from my parents, without the happy ending.

Bwuhahahaha.

Anywho. I'm bored, and will probably remain that way for around another few days until I get a job.

It's too hot.

Too hot indeed.

Monday, April 18, 2005

House, MD

So let's talk about House.

That is, the TV show by Fox.

It is good, really good. If you like CSI, you'll love House. Mainly because it follows the same playbook as CSI. In fact, in their sheer inpredictability, they have become very predictable in a limited sense. I can look at my watch and see, oh, well the show is only 30 minutes in. Obviously the cure they figured out now is dead wrong! 5 minutes later, I am vindicated by someone spasming and puking all over his girlfriend's cardigan after a temporary bought with "getting better".

Also, I have learned a lot about medicine. Like: Don't go to Asia, or Africa. And: Seizures are a symptome of damn near everything. Also: Everybody lies. But I already knew that. In House it is so clearly laid out because damn near every time someone almost dies it comes down to a, "Either you tell me the truth; Or you (your son/daughter/wife/husband) will die."-scenario. Not that there is anything wrong with that. Just that it is getting a tad predictable.

It also comes equipped with slightly-forced-romantic-relationship v1.1. Therefore, from that version, I can predictable the following from only seeing the first 16 episodes:
In the next episode (17 for those of you not paying attention), Dr. Allison Cameron (a woman begging for a real last name instead of a double dose of first name) will quit because she has fallen hopeless in love with House and in episode 15 or 16 he revealed the fact that he didn't care about her (but actually does, the jaded bastard). I'm just wondering how many episodes Fox is running in a season so I can set the timing of future events.

I just like to say here and now I enjoy the mystery unravelling thing a lot more than the ancilliary "character development" story arcs that run parralel.... Who'd of thought, just like CSI! Also, I enjoyed the shows where Dr. Chase is cool instead of a dick.

More later on. Boots and Saddles in 5 apparantly.

Monday, April 11, 2005

I'm a tool.

Name: Mark James McAnerin (NOT Marcus)
Birthday: August 3, 1984
Birthplace: Seattle, Washington, USA (my parents were on vacation and I was early)
Current Location: Richmond, British Columbia, Canada
Eye Color: Blue-grey (Steel-Blue is the correct color name I believe)
Hair Color: Red-blonde
Height: 6'
Right Handed or Left Handed: Right.
Your Heritage: Irish, Scottish, British
The Shoes You Wore Today: I am a shoeless individual this day
Your Weakness: apathy, laziness
Your Fears: non-fish underwater creatues, silence
Your Perfect Pizza: nice and simple pepperoni.
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: [insert long, yet dynamicly changing ackronym]
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: Meh.
Thoughts First Waking Up: I have to urinate!
Your Best Physical Feature: I have to choose just one? Then let it be my hair for lack of options.
Your Bedtime: Midnightish
Your Most Missed Memory: Summer 2004, all of it.
Pepsi or Coke: Coca-Cola
McDonald or Burger King: McDonalds for having a larger distribution base.
Single or Group Dates: Single
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Ice tea is crap.
Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate
Cappuccino or Coffee: Coffee
Do you Smoke: Never
Do you Swear: Constantly.
Do you Sing: Poorly.
Do you Shower Daily: Yes.
Have you Been in Love: Maybe, gimme a year or so and I might figure it out.
Do you want to go to College: Step down? No thanks.
Do you want to get Married: Not a priority, maybe someday.
Do you believe in yourself: Yes
Do you get Motion Sickness: Nope.
Do you think you are Attractive: Nope.
Are you a Health Freak: There is a reason I don't plan my life past the next 10 years or so.
Do you get along with your Parents: Yep.
Do you like Thunderstorms: Sure.
Do you play an Instrument: Not anymore.
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol: Maybe?
In the past month have you Smoked: No.
In the past month have you been on Drugs: No.
In the past month have you gone on a Date: Define "Date".
In the past month have you gone to a Mall: Yes.
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: No.
In the past month have you eaten Sushi: No.
In the past month have you been on Stage: No.
In the past month have you been Dumped: No.
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: No.
In the past month have you Stolen Anything: nothing physical.
Ever been Drunk: Oh yes.
Ever been called a Tease: No.
Ever been Beaten up: Yep.
Ever Shoplifted: Sure.
How do you want to Die: Surrounded by the corpses of all of my enemies.
What do you want to be when you Grow Up: Very, very good at what I do.
What country would you most like to Visit: Australlian. It is sunny when it is cold here, and they speak English.

In a Boy/Girl...
Favourite Eye Color: Unimportant and usually, unnoticed.
Favourite Hair Color: Umimportant.
Short or Long Hair: Long.
Height: Taller than 5 feet.
Weight: How about approximately a healthy weight for height?
Best Clothing Style: Skirts, rawr.

Number of Drugs I have taken: Only medicinal ones, and then rarely.
Number of CDs I own: Music, ~30
Number of Piercings: None.
Number of Tattoos: Zip.
Number of things in my Past I Regret: Ah regrets... Um. Off the top of my head? 6.


Re: Final tommorow

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

Sunday, April 10, 2005

Strange Days

So the last few days have been... interesting. Foremost, Friday marked the end of classes. Which is nice. But sadly I could not attend ACF because by the time I got out of the lab, I had already missed pretty much everything besides Matt Good, and I was tired. Really tired.

Anyway, when I got home Friday at around 6, I found my lawn entirely soaked. As if it had been flooded recently. Also I saw a new water meter stuck right in the middle of the lawn. Now curious I went inside and asked mom what was up, the whole story unfolded thusly.

Turns out the city of Richmond has decided to start doing metered water. Every liter we use gets counted and we pay for it. Now everyone gets the choice that we can either get a water meter installed by the city (that is a company the city hired to do the installations) now for free, or pay for it later. Being prudent my parents elected to get it installed it now.

Just as my father was pulling out that morning, the guys came by to install it. Dad called my brother and told him to get out of bed and keep an eye on the workers. Good thing too, because less than half an hour later, they had broken the water main. Thus the flooded lawn. Dave called dad home while they called down the city to cut off the water and fix the main. After the meter had its installation completed the water main was reopened. Oddly the water meter showed water flowing. There shouldn't be; There weren't any open taps in the house. Dad sent Dave upstairs to check the plumbing while he checked downstairs. Once again my brother acted as the harbinger of bad news, my parent's bathroom was found flooded; The sudden pressure had blown a pipe in the toilet.

An unfortunate fact of the architechure of my house has my mother's office space positioned directly below the bathroom. Water seeped down from the bathroom, down a crack in the wall, and out of a lighting fixture in mom's office... Onto her computer. Well, not her tower, just her mouse, keyboard, printer, and brand new LCD monitor. While my brother moved stuff off mom's desk, dad fixed the toilet.

Sadly, my family has elected to NOT go after the city or the company that did the installation for damages. Even though I'm sure I could get a hold of some cheap computer components and give them some water damage for 'evidence'. It is only a little bit of fraud.

Well, that was my Friday. It may not of involved drunken antics, but at least I got done my labs that I should of done ages ago. I only hope that my THIRD lab that I handed in a MONTH ago got marked. Since I didn't get it back. I sent an e-mail off to the professor to ask if the TAs had turned in a mark for me. If they haven't... I don't know what's going to happen.

Saturday I wasted. That pretty much brings things up to date. I'm bored. I have a final Tuesday. But I still want to go out today.

Thursday, April 07, 2005

Why do I do this?

Because nothing in my life has compared really to that feeling you get when you finally, through dedicated effort, keen intellect, and (or) dumb luck manage to overcome tremendous odds and push your way through to a solution. This year has brought to me the first real academic challanges that I gave a crap about.

Why I do physics.

I get this feeling inside when I finally beat something. A warm glow that shows that I have once again set myself against a worthy task and proved superior to it. A tricky proof, a tough question, that sneaky part of an assignment that seperates the As from the Bs, the last enigma on a midterm. That feeling justifies to me, all the suffering that entails doing physics.

I'd have much more free time, and more or equal career prospects, doing almost any other discipline I'm at all qualified either through education, skillset, or temperment to do.

But I wouldn't be having nearly as much fun doing it. I think it comes from for the first time in my whole life. I've wanted to overcome a challange set against me instead of just evading it by doing the bare minimum to get by.

I hope I can meet and overcome my future challanges, but I think I should concentrate on my more... immediate concerns. Like getting done an entire lab analysis tommorow and an astronomy assignment finished. Oh, and those final exams coming up next week... I can hardly wait ^_^

Sunday, April 03, 2005

Quiz Triple Threat!

Disorder

Rating
Paranoid Disorder:

Moderate
Schizoid Disorder:

Moderate
Schizotypal Disorder:

High
Antisocial Disorder:

High
Borderline Disorder:

Moderate
Histrionic Disorder:

High
Narcissistic Disorder:

High
Avoidant Disorder:

High
Dependent Disorder:

Very High
Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder:

Low

-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --
-- Personality Disorders --

Mmmmmmm.

Well that's flattering. Dependant, Avoidant, Narcissistic, Histrionic, Schizotypal, and Antisocial to boot.

But I'm less Obsessive-Compulsive than Copycat! And that means I win!



Ah, here's a better quiz.

Official Survivor
Congratulations! You scored 83%!

Whether through ferocity or quickness, you made it out. You made the
right choice most of the time,but you probably screwed up somewhere.
Nobody's perfect, at least you're alive.



My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:
You scored higher than 89% on survivalpoints
Link: The Zombie Scenario Survivor Test

Much better... but now:

The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to the First Level of Hell - Limbo!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
LevelScore
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)High
Level 2 (Lustful)High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)Moderate
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Low
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Low
Level 7 (Violent)Moderate
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)Moderate
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)Very Low

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

Saturday, April 02, 2005

The following message could not be delivered to all recipients:

What does that mean exactly. Does that mean that not everyone the message was sent to got it, like some people might of. Or that the message couldn't be delievered to everybody?

Am I the only one bothered by this unclear use of language to convey a relatively simple piece of information?

Am I the only one bothered by this?!

You can't save me.
You can't change me.
Well I'm waiting for,
My wake up call.
and everythings my fault.

This blog is officially flagged non-secret. Bastards. So start commenting. VALIDATE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.