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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Notice to all users of the Holodeck:

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


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Vocal Jazz neural takeover

Permalink 04/07/08 at 06:52:19 am, by Ed, 371 words   English (US)
Categories: School, Work, Dreams of a phenytoin addict

My dreams as of the last two nights have been solely centered around Vocal Jazz. Perhaps because I have been seeing the Vocal Jazz Cabaret show for the past six nights, or perhaps it is a sign of horrible things to come.

Two nights ago was something about cleaning out John Miller's friend's summer house's attic, and the kids in vocal jazz were there to help, and there were watches... I don't know. It was strange.

But last night, I dreamed of the terrible reality of transporting vocal jazz equipment on an open-bed truck. I was not involved in this. I was in the car with Joe, driving past a park on the left, and I saw a microphone stand in the middle of the road.
"Turn around!" I said. "That's a vocal jazz stand. I might as well pick it up" So he did turn around, and I saw the true horror. There were mic cables strewn everywhere in the grass! Even the snake! The poor snake had somehow fallen from its box and gotten tangled up in a mess. I was ready to call the American Society for the prevention of cruelty to sound equipment. But oh, the horrors continue. The sound board itself! Not even in its protective case, just sitting there! It was just dumped on the corner like a baby with no diaper! And it was raining! I was about to hurl. I asked Joe for the phone, and immediately dialed TTG (which for some reason, Joe put in his phone as TTG Thielen-Gaffey). Unfortunately, her three-year-old daughter picked up, and said "Hewwo?"
"Is Tina there? Hello? Is this Tina?"
"My face is wed."
"That's nice, can I talk to Tina?"
At this point, somebody named Sue got on the phone.
"Who is this"
"This is... who is this? I need to talk to Tina." I don't have a clue why I kept calling her Tina. That's just strange. Everybody calls her TTG.
"This is Sue. What do you need?"

At this point, I woke up.

And when I went to the shop today to work, everybody ended up singing all kinds of songs from the Cabaret show. And I thought I was done with it!

New Apartment

Permalink 04/05/08 at 03:40:53 pm, by Ed, 57 words   English (US)
Categories: General, Work, General

So Bridget and I just signed on an apartment down in the cities near my new job. They allow pets and everything. Hopefully, this will lead to us actually living in said apartment near my new job.

Concurrently, Cabaret is almost over, and I must go to the final performance tonight to engineer sound. Good day, sir.


Permalink 03/25/08 at 05:00:00 am, by Ed, 81 words   English (US)
Categories: Work

Okay, so, remember when I told you I was interviewing for a job in the cities that makes games for cellphones? They offered me a job. For how much, you ask? $50,000 plus medical and dental. No 401K yet, but they're looking at adding it.

Now, I'm just wondering if I really should take this job. I mean, it's only $50,000, and I mean, who wants to make games for a living? And I'd have to live in Minnesota. What do you think?


Permalink 03/21/08 at 08:54:36 am, by Ed, 269 words   English (US)
Categories: Work, Games, Programming

So I went to an interview at Concrete Software on Wednesday. It's a small company, only six people. They basically make games for cellphones and blackberries. Not a bad option, let me tell you. I hope I do get that job. One of the things I had to do in the interview was change code based on previous code from a game they quickly explained to me. After trying out the game really quick, I realized it's basically Connect-4, except using a generalized approach of having to get a shape the game specifies instead of four blocks in a row, and you don't have to drop boxes. The shape I saw was:


So you basically have to put your pieces in that shape on the board and make sure the computer doesn't. The first part of the test was really simple stuff like change the size of the board (change the value of two constants) and add a new tile type (Bonus type; simply add a new constant value).

The second part was much more interesting. A char[] was passed in, and the function had to reverse the order of the words in-place in the array. For example, "I am a duck" would become "duck a am I". It took a bit of thinking, but I eventually figured it out, and it was a rather interesting problem that I actually enjoyed solving. How weird is that?

In other news, I'm still engaged, and people should post comments on the wedding blog before Bridget becomes disinterested in it and all of my work becomes for naught.

I'm alive!!!

Permalink 12/01/07 at 06:09:55 pm, by Ed, 294 words   English (US)
Categories: General, School, Work, Games, Programming

Talk about pathetic! I haven't even looked at the blog in about a week! I have just been so busy with other things it never occurred to me to write anything.

I've been programming a Sudoku game for my UI Design class, which looks rather fancy, if I do say so myself. It's been eating up a lot of my time because I'd rather work on it than any of the other things I have to do, so whenever I can't think of anything to do, I just start working on Sudoku again, and leave my homework for another day.

Then I just had to go and reinstall my graphics drivers again. Yes, I know, re again same sentence == redundant, but it really is about the fifteenth time I've done it on this computer. Admittedly, these were new drivers, but it's a good thing, because the old one just stopped working all of a sudden.

It feels like everything is coming up so quickly this semester. It's already only two weeks until the end of classes. How did that happen!? In some sense, I'm glad, because I don't have to sit through my boring classes any more (cf. almost all of them) but that also means I have final projects due in many of my classes (cf. almost all of them... but not the same set). I'm only thankful that my rough draft of my eight-page paper was satisfactory for a final so I don't have to go edit that and submit another one of those. I just have to write a twenty-page portfolio and give a ten-minute pitch for my play which I am sooo not ready for, finish this damn Sudoku game, write a networked white-board application, and live.

Wish me luck.

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