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Subject:LIIIIFEBOOOOK
Time:07:31 pm
On the eve of my birthday I have finally bought a replacement laptop! YAY!
But because nothing between me and purchasing via eBay can ever go smooth, the card is refusing to pay through PayPal. I will have to wake up early tomorrow morning and harass the bank before work, it looks like. Dammit. Oh PayPal, why must you harsh my squee?
Man, I need to get home. If davean's there, I can join him in a holy war against PayPal (because my bank doesn't hold hours convenient for holy wars against it, unfortunately).
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Subject:also, lifeboooks all round, 'tis true
Time:11:57 am
Guess what my apartment just got...
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Subject:...Or maybe the word is "intuitiveness"
Time:11:56 am
I am turned off by software descriptions that use the word "intuitive". Counter-intuitivity is, of course, a very bad thing, and being at least somewhat intuitive is a goal all software should share. However, software that places a marked emphasis on intuitivity tends to be problematic in that if you don't intuit something about the software, the software is unlikely to have explicit instructions on what to do. The two library catalogs at BU are an example. When dealing with something simple like checking out a book to a patron that I don't want to have to go through a whole series of text prompts to do, I'd rather use Millennium. On the other hand, if I'm looking up a bibliographic record, I use Anzio, the text-based browser. I don't want to have to scroll through a series of button graphics looking for something to press to get me to the previous page I was browsing. I don't want to have commands hidden in little tricks like right-clicking on a certain item to reveal a set of options. Anzio lays all my options out nicely at the bottom of the screen, and all I have to do is enter a single letter to activate them. Even though each system has its perks, I'm much happier dealing with straight-forward order than with something that's trying to read my mind as I try to read its mind and guess how it will interpret my actions. Like people. If I get cross and grumpy with those of you around me, that's probably what's frustrating me. Megan once told me how she had to have her braces put in twice, the second time to correct for the first time. The problem wasn't that the orthodontist made a mistake the first time; the problem was that Megan followed his instructions exactly. He had exaggerated what was needed in the expectation that she would follow his instructions haphazardly at best. Instead of clear communication, he was trying to predict her actions, whereas it didn't occur to her that he would give inaccurate information based on his mental model of a barely compliant youngster. No wonder folks with Aspergers have such difficulty socializing; it's all empathy-based mind games! Which, to bring us back to the original subject of this post, I do not want to play with my computer.
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Subject:Holy crap
Time:06:23 pm
We always joked about it, but this must be the first time someone *died* of BUA. I wonder what the "natural causes" were.

Also, Camp Wing doesn't sound like the same place we went when I was there. Wasn't that Camp Agassiz, or am I confused?
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Subject:Cabbages, kings. Velociraptors, powertools. Potayto, potahto.
Time:01:43 am
To all those who said that couch would never fit into my room: fuck you. It's in. It's big, leathery, soft, and fit for a nice nap right now.
To all those who chipped in with hacksaw, hammer, kitchen knife, and roundhouse kicks: thanks, folks. I could never have done it without you.

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Subject:Much too much
Time:05:16 pm
9:30am is far too early to attend a class located an hour away, especially on a Thursday. Let me translate that for people who work Mon-Fri 9-5: 7:30am is far too early to attend a class located an hour away, especially on a Monday. Is there general agreement? Thank you. I'm sleepy from coming back from the Cape, toting much too heavy baggage (my laptop and notebook are heavier than I tend to expect). I'm off my fun stimulant medication, which means in addition to sleepy I'm distractable. I'd take my medication, but my prescribing doctor just left on vacation for two weeks. Whee. The perfect time of year to be off your meds is when you're in the middle of moving, changing insurance, starting new courses, and all the clueless and/or demanding patrons arrive.

...I should probably be working right now. There's much too much to do.
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Subject:It's here.
Time:02:57 am
Yes, that day has finally come: the day where I buy a book for the soul purpose of leaving sarcastic and facetious comments in the margins. Perversion, I know. But the book was asking for it, really!

LORD MOUNT. It’s our fault. They couldn’t help themselves.
QUEEN. It seems they have helped themselves, and pretty freely, too!
(Iolanthe, Act II finale)
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Subject:"Technology is pain."
Time:12:33 pm
I don't think print and electronic media are compatible. I say this because I've been going through my family's computer book collection on the off-chance that it might contain the two course books for the computer systems class I'm taking at BU in the fall (yay tuition remission!). I did find one of the books... but in the 1998 edition, not the required 2005 edition (W/CD, as it says on the textbook site). I think a good number of our books are from the 80's, or even earlier. Some of these books may be timeless, but the majority of computer science books lose relevance within a 5-year timespan.* Now that I think about, though, I don't need to worry about textbooks all that much. I work at the Science and Engineering Library, i.e. the library where the CS class reserves are kept. When the 2005 edition varies from the '98 edition, I have better access to the reserves than anyone else.

Speaking of technology and being out of date, last night I found out that my cellphone, which has been out of commission ever my mother put it through the washing machine a week or two ago, is still taking voicemail. I have no idea how to get this voicemail except through the phone, so if you've called and left a message, sorry about not responding.



*Or shorter, if you need it for a course. Do professors have deals with publishing houses? "We'll fund your next project if you make sure your students pay unreasonably high premiums on our 'updated' editions."
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Subject:Dude!
Time:07:17 pm
Al Gore has one of my cousin Randy's T-shirts! No pictures, though. Still, Randy's done pretty well for himself so far. He even has been invited to give a talk at MIT, a place he didn't dare apply to for college. Methinks the networking opportunities provided by his comic are setting him up to be in a good position when he wants to apply to grad. school.

Ah, vicarious success. It's what keeps me going. That and my pretty new haircut! *is gleeful and lightheaded*

In other news, I have decided that Modern English has had its day. The time has come to return to the Englysshe of Sir Thomas Malory. Denizens of the internet should have no trouble adapting—they already write Mod. Eng. "your" as "youre". All they need do is continue to stick silent e's wherever it suits theire fancy, to replace the odd i with y, the odd a wyth au, final y wyth é or ie, and to chaunge the frequencé of a few other digraphs and doubbled letres. Finaly, evry one sholde feel fre to tak lybertés wyth speling. Nott to muche trouble, is hit? Gramercy, y'alle.
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Subject:But I like Mondays fine
Time:02:05 pm
I deeply dislike Sundays. One has nothing to do besides the things one has been able to avoid during the week by doing other work, and any errands or outings one might desire to take are impracticable due to everything being closed. In the absence of the daily grind of the workweek and the mad rush of Saturday morning errands, one is left with a sense of aimlessness partnered with a looming anxiety over obligations unfulfilled.

"One" being me, in this context. I understand it is not part of the universal human experience. In fact, it is Monday that tends to get flack for ending the weekend. Monday to me is like any other workday, and Sunday is the harbinger of doom. I welcome tomorrow. Things will be open and I'll actually be able to get stuff done.
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