Camels in the Mist

• You morons who work the SFU cafeteria: Yes, i’m talking to you. With one single person in front of me in line, i order a BLT. I wait 20 minutes for my damn BLT while other people get served on the spot. A BLT consists of 2 pieces of bread, lettuce, tomato, and bacon. Things to note: Tomatoes are red, not green. Also, toasting is optional. IF you choose to toast my bread, do not burn. It’s pretty hard to screw up a BLT, but you did it anyways. 20 minutes for a sandwich that is not only sub par, but well below edible. Figure it out, you’ve lost a customer. Good luck with your future endeavors. plskthxbai.
• Thinkgeek: Get it together. plskthxbai.
• UPS: I paid for shipping, you deliver the product. When i look up tracking, i see “THE RECEIVER DID NOT HAVE FUNDS AVAILABLE ON THE 1ST DELIVERY ATTEMPT.” Why then, are you bugging my roommate for money? It’s paid for: deliver it. plskthxbai.
• Apple: I stopped being able to count the number of programming languages i know on a single hand many years ago. Why then, does your applescript that has [quote: http://www.apple.com/macosx/features/applescript/] “Easy-to-learn English-like syntax.”, read like an ESL comp sci TA come to tutorial after dropping acid? It’s freaking hard to learn. The fact that you can litter a script with arbitrary articles (the word “the” is completely superfluous, as far as i can tell) inspires more confusion, head-on-desk-banging, vomit, and hair loss, than anything that resembles confidence. Your documentation also sucks. Figure it out. plskthxbai.
• Apple: you may be BSD-based, but your CLI support is beyond crap. I would like to be able to change my IP from the prompt. And actually have it work. plskthxbai. Also, your finder doesn’t let me create files. wtf is with that, anyways? Fix it. plskthxbai.
• Apple: Welcome to 2006. If you’re going to lock script execution to a single directory, don’t let me pick a target script from the entire filesystem, do me a favor and lock the picker to that directory and TELL me. plskthxbai.
• TEH INTARWEB: AJAX Sucks. Javascript Sucks. It’s a hack on a hack that is the WRONG solution to the problem it “solves”. Also, websites that use javascript links to open pages, you get a big fat shiny FOAD from me. I want to be able to open your website pages in tabs. plskthxbai. Also: all you weird people who are stalking me, go away and let me sulk in peace. plskthxbai.
• c, c++: You let me specify integer constants in decimal, hex, and octal. Binary would be nice, too. plskthxbai
• Xore: stop bitching, get back to work. plskthxbai.

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Currently Listening to:
[ Down on the Upside ] Soundgarden - Blow Up the Outside World

Recently, a friend of mine was driving through Sicamous and felt the need to take some pictures for me, so i will share them with you:

Gasp! A camel!

Striking a pose, note the regal profile:

Bedroom eyes.

Thanks, Missy!

Also, another friend got me a plush camel as a birthday gift. Here i (belatedly) post a pic of him chillaxing with the berties

Thanks Aimee!

Also, Aimee’s roomy got back from Egypt and brought me back a souvenir:

My first fridge magnet!

Thanks Twyla!

Currently Listening to:
[ Walking Wounded ] Everything but the Girl - Before Today

You sleep late one day and wake up to belatedly realize that you need to be in the office to give a presentation at an important division meeting in no less than 5 minutes from Right Now. Your rational mind says that there is no way (in hell?) that you’re going to get there in time. You wander into the kitchen where your coffee pot waits with five day old coffee. The automatic clock has been reheating it every morning for two hours, and evaporation attrition has turned what was once five cups of hot liquid into something more closely resembling two.

It must be noted at this point that you are confident the aforementioned coffee has obtained demonic powers, possibly including (but clearly not limited to) the summoning minor devils, plunging the world into eternal darkness, and tearing the fabric of space-time to allow temporal drift. It occurs to you that the latter might be handy for getting to work in time.

The ghostly spectre of a recently deceased housefly buzzes around your head, it’s drowned corpse floating limply atop the Evil Coffee: mute testimony to it’s potency. (Does it get bonus points for it spilling the blood of innocents and encorporating their corpses into it’s garb?)

Do you:

1. Drink the Evil Coffee?
2. Phone in to work that you need the day off to perform excorcism on a kitchen appliance (Is there anything in employee benefits for this? If not, can we add that to the budget?)
3. Screw it, mad dash for work

Decisions. =(

Currently Listening to:
[ Leaving Through The Window ] Something Corporate - I Woke Up In A Car
"Well I woke up in a car
I traced away the fog
So I could see the Mississippi on her knees"

Ever since I started to read books, and later on to start experiencing life (yea, maybe that order is screwed up, but that doesn’t make it any less true), I’ve come to obtain the opinion that the core of human existance is somehow flawed. We’re obviously not all knights in shining armour, doing What is Right. But there’s the idea that human decency has minimum bounds, that only the Bad Guys in life are the ones who actively abuse them: all else is human misunderstanding, miscommunication, and resultant antagonism. Perhaps that’s being a bit idealistic. I’ve always felt that in spite of my being human that if the situation required it, I could actively Do What is Right. Last night I found out I was wrong.

You feel less righteous that humanity has failed you when you yourself fail humanity.

Of course, humanity would never blame me, but that doesn’t stop me from blaming myself.