Tomorrow brings test #2 of my newly reborn academic career, and I'm slowly verging on a "Screw them, they can't take my degree away!" level of apathy. It occurs to me now that taking a class is sort of like taking care of a sick person. There are sometimes when all you want to do is to kick your feet up and watch some Dr. Phil, but the sickie won't let you do it. "Bring me some soup! I'm hemhorraging blood," they scream, and so you have to put all of the fun on hold to cede their demands. That's not enough, though; this sick person hallucinates a lot and babbles nonstop. Not only do you have listen to this, you have to write it down and then take a test over it. After 6 long months of this, they either recover or die, and you get to offer your home up to another one of these people. (Of course, this does not apply to my current professors.)
A few folks have recently asked me if I'm still posting stuff over on my programming-related site, the vlog. You better believe I am, buster! As if writing something that's completely incoherent to 98% of the population is going to stop me. After all, I have been doing Goulash now for like 100 years. Literally, 100 years. Who can forget the entries, way back when, where I took William Howard Taft to school? I didn't care if he was President, he's still a fatso!
Anyway, my point is that the vlog will continue. I don't care what the mainstream media and the fatcats down on Wall Street think, the people will always have access to my incomprehensible views on programming esoterica. I can't make many promises, but that is one of them. Another is that I will always hate black jelly beans. What are those flavored like? I'm guessing either crude oil or a tire fire.
Posted by Cody at February 23, 2005 6:30 PM