Oh, I got hot sause all over my bazito!

You know what this is? It's a brain sucker. You know what it's doing? Filing its tax return

If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent apple pie

The Adventures of Little Ed Brave

Tell airport security your name is McCannister because you can hide anything in a cannister.

You know what? Nobody notices when this changes anyway.

There are 10 types of people in the world: Those who understand binary, and STFU

What happens in a black hole stays in a black hole

The black hole draws you inexorably inward. Time slows. You are likely to be eaten by a grue.

I'd diddle little umdidlie... if she weren't my half-sister.

Abortion prevents pedophilia. In more ways than one!
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There are safety protocols in place that cannot be deactivated without the approval of two commanding officers or the captain to protect users of the Holodeck from potential harm. However, every time the Holodeck is ever used in a nontrivial manner, no matter what the safety protocols say, the Holodeck turns into a deathtrap.

Unless you believe yourself to be adept at constructing a forcefield from your communicator and 19th century Earth tools, or you're at the very least not wearing a red shirt, you are strongly advised not to attempt to use the Holodeck until a designer comes up with a safety protocol that doesn't kill you whenever somebody looks at it funny. Even when you're not on the holodeck. Or in the same quadrant. Or time period.

In fact, if you are wearing a red shirt, Starfleet may not be the job for you


Category: School

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The weather outside is frightful

Permalink 02/06/08 at 08:49:12 am, by Ed, 142 words   English (US)
Categories: General, School, Media

It's snowing. Not like blizzard snowing, but huge flakes you catch on your tongue snowing. And I resent it all. Why do I have to be old enough not to find that kind of thing fun any more!? I'll tell you why: Because I age. But that was kind of obvious.

I just had the horrible realization yesterday that the "fun" time of my life is quickly coming to an end, i.e. school years wherein I can go on spring break and flash my chest at gawking eyes... well, not quite, but you get the idea. All of that is winding down, and now I have to find a job and work for the rest of my life. And nobody wants to see a 30-year-old software engineer doing anything with remotely fewer clothes on than a long sleeve shirt and pants.

Scrapes and Bruises Abound

Permalink 02/03/08 at 11:07:47 am, by Ed, 217 words   English (US)
Categories: School

I went to a "production call" yesterday morning. Or, as I like to call it, a "get yelled at and scrape your hands call" for the play that opens soon.

Admittedly, there wasn't that much yelling, but several people were yelled at a couple of times to stop what they were doing and do it a different way. I know I'm not a person who uses heavy-duty power tools very well, such as a table saw, but I was called upon to use it yesterday, as well as a circular saw. You can see where the problems may have occurred.

My hands have scrapes everywhere, though. My left hand has a splinter just below the thumb, a rather large scrape just below the index finger knuckle, a smallish one in the middle of the finger and next to the large one under the middle finger, and just above that one are two more scrapes. On the right hand, there is precisely one scrape on each base knuckle, as well as the next knuckle up on my index finger.

I don't know how these got there, really, but I suppose the god of stagecraft has decreed that thou shalt get scrapes whenever working for more than three hours.

But more importantly, somebody brought pastries, so I am content.

Back to work, all of you!

Permalink 01/08/08 at 09:19:01 pm, by Ed, 153 words   English (US)
Categories: School

Well, there's a few weeks left in my break, but it's winding down now, and I am going into my final semester at school, after which I hope to find a job or something. I guess I'll figure that out when I graduate. I know, I know, it's probably a good idea to plan ahead, but anybody who knows me will tell you that I just have a really hard time doing that.

I'm really very excited about all of this. More than I have got the right to be, honestly, but take a look at my schedule! I've got like three classes! Go ahead, look. It's on my Google Calendar. It should be a fun semester, I think. This does not preclude any other reasons I may have to be excited of course. For example, it's my last semester, which I believe I have already stated... yes, yes I have. I checked.

Happy new year and crap

Permalink 01/01/08 at 10:05:36 am, by Ed, 111 words   English (US)
Categories: General, School

Yay, happy new year. All that jazz. Party blow-ey sound effect. You can see I don't really care. I just haven't posted recently and felt I should, and that was the most recent event.

But also, there was Christmas, wherein I got Metroid Zero Mission, and can't wait to start playing it, but I shall have to. I also got other stuff, but I don't have to wait to start using those things. Already, in fact, I have eaten six packages of the chocolate covered cherries I got.

In other news, grades are in, and I got a 3.8something GPA this last semester. Joyous. And now I must take my leave.

In the belly of the beast

Permalink 12/19/07 at 11:28:17 am, by Ed, 193 words   English (US)
Categories: School

Here I am, mid-finals-week, and staring at a computer screen, wondering why I'm not studying for the only final I've ever actually worried about, with the study materials sitting in front of me under the keyboard. It's not that I'm lazy, I'm just unmotivated to do well. It's history of theater. Come on! Who cares who the best and last Restoration Playwright was? (It was William Congreve). And honestly, do we care about "a natural actress in Voltaire's troupe"? That's all they know about Adrienne Lecouvreur! Even history people don't care about nobodies. I simply don't understand the need for a Theater Minor to take a History of Theater class that's this in-depth.

On a lighter note, after this final, I only have UI Design and Operating Systems, neither of which I really worry about. I honestly don't care how I do on those, since I know I'm going to do just fine in those classes.

I sold most of my books back today for $176, and more are to come tomorrow after my open-book final in UI Design. We shall see, then, who is the richer for it... Probably, it will be me.

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