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I'm writing this while on campus, between classes. My morning class was short. Instead of having a class, we did a study for my professor. We sat in a computer lab, and had to look at 9 web pages. On each page there would be a series of words, and you had to find one word that was repeated through the paragraph, and click on it. We were all competing against one another, and the person with the highest accuracy and fastest time got $40. I did not win the $40. I did come in 3rd, so I got $15, which is not bad for an hour of my time. Perhaps if I got more than 3 hours of sleep, I would have done better! While you were looking at the words, there were various animations on the side of the page, and then after looking at each page and clicking on the words, you had to answer some questions about the animations. So, I guess the professor was trying to find out if animations are distracting. I just ignored the animations after the first one - kind of like what I do normally surfing the web! My friend Anne won the $40 so I was joking with her that she had to treat us all to lunch. She probably would have too - she's cool like that.

So anyway, now it's 10 a.m. and my next class isn't until 1 p.m. I wish there were somewhere I could go take a nap. Maybe that's how I'll make my fortune - providing clean single beds to commuters on college campuses. When you don't have time to go home, and the coffee isn't enough. That could be my slogan. Don't get me wrong - it wouldn't be some sort of flophouse. One person per room. You could use those soundproof music practice rooms. I mean, people aren't looking for decor - they just want a place with clean sheets that's quiet, really. We could also provide a wake-up service and snacks in the lobby. Maybe even white noise machines, or radios in each room. That would be nice. Then after the person finishes their nap, my crack staff would swoop in and change the sheets and pillowcases and disinfect the room really quick like, for the next customer. I think it could work. I know I'd use it.

I was playing Final Fantasy VIII last night on the Playstation, which is why I was up so late. It's ridiculous because it's the type of game where you can only save at certain points, not whenever you want. So I kept saying, "I'll just keep playing until the next save point" and then I would reach it and I'd say, "Well, I just want to see what happens next", and before I knew it, it was 5 a.m. and I had to get up at 7:30. Oops. For more on this subject, go read Sarah's latest article at Tomato Nation.

When I went over to Mary's the other night to watch the Emmy's, we went through the Fall Preview issue of TV Guide and worked out my TV viewing schedule. Of course, I have to run it by Jim. My biggest problem is that all the shows that I want to watch are on the same nights, and then I have whole nights where there are no shows on that I care about (Monday, I'm looking in your direction). I realize I should get off my ass and do something on those nights, but when it's -20 degrees this winter, I just don't see that happening. Oh well, there's always a good book, a Playstation game or the web, right? Why can't these TV programmers get their acts together?

Please realize that the previous paragraph is mostly facetious - while I do plan out my television viewing, there are few shows that are "appointment shows" for me. Those would be: Felicity, Buffy and Friends. Dawson's Creek is on the verge. I usually make time to watch it, but it's fading fast. ER used to be on the list, but not so much anymore. The rest I can tape, or if I miss an episode, I just catch it on a repeat or in syndication. Or not at all. Whatever.

Speaking of syndication, the local Fox channel has totally screwed up my schedule. Jim and I used to watch Friends every night at 6:30 and 7 while eating dinner, and starting yesterday, they replaced it with 3rd Rock and Drew Carey. We did catch an episode of Friends. It was the one where Chandler got a new roommate and Phoebe makes a video for Smelly Cat. I love that show.

I'm gonna end this one here before you all start e-mailing me and telling me to get a freaking life. I really do think about things other than television. I'm just tired and don't want to tax my brain today. Before I go, let me add that the girl next to me has a runny nose and is all snuffing up her snot, and it's totally grossing me out. Ew, she just wiped it on her sleeve. I'm going to go throw up now. Thank you.

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Epinions is an interesting concept. Everyone (including most of my professors) keep saying that information is the true currency of the future, and this looks like one way to possibly cash in on it. Plus, who doesn't want to think that other people are interested in their opinion? I mean, why else do I have a web page, if not to share my opinion? Whether readers agree or disagree, they're reading.

Of course, getting linked by Yahoo! Daily Net Buzz doesn't hurt. Jim thinks I must be having an affair with this guy. I say it's my superior writing skills and sharply tuned sense of humor. Or something.

And I have friends who think I'm weird for having a personal website. This guy has 17 cameras pointed at him, day in and day out. I'm a little scared to explore his site even more. Yikes!

Sara [a.k.a. fauvegrrl and ( perfect way )] is like, right in the path of the hurricane, and writing journal updates. I hope she's OK!

The first time I looked at a satellite image of Hurricane Floyd last night, I just said "WOW!" really loudly. That sucker is huge! I can't get through to the Weather Channel's homepage, so go to this page, and check out the various images that are constantly updated.

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