In honour of Liz Clayton's birthday, I'm doing this stuff.

Liz asked me a while ago, in some manner, to update Wholesome Reading. I could figure out the manner in which she asked me by looking at Trillian logs, but I'm lazy. Really though, I could probably have done it in the time it took to type that explanatory sentence. And by now, I could've done it like three times. Anyways, I didn't update until now, and John Kranjcevic had been asking me stuff about what was up. Everyone's nagging me like crazy mommies.

I just discovered that somebody fucked up my wireless router, so this journal is taking a bit of a break. My parents are amazing... I don't know how they do this crap, but right now my wireless router is totally public and insecure in a fucking condominium. I literally just noticed this while between paragraphs. This is some fucking stupid nonsense. Fuck.

Like, I was accessing this file on my desktop from my external drive and now my laptop is missing from the network. I don't know what the hell's going on. I made my WR folder public on my hard drive, so now anyone could be fucking around on this. Someone unplugged it or reset it. This is bad news. I can't even save this file to my own hard drive right now. The internet is so retarded.

So, I've decided to save locally and just ignore the problem for now while working without my external drive. This fucking sucks though. In fact, the item I wanted to share next was going to be directly derived from a previous journal entry. Okay, fuck this, I'm going to solve this dumb shit...

Okay, I think the problem is solved, but in a duct tape surgery sort of way. I just hard lined my laptop (with the external drive) to the wireless router and turned off the laptop's broadcasts. If the problem with my router is what I thought it was, it still means people can be putting stuff on there, but maybe I'm just an idiot. My laptop has pretended to connect to non-existant networks in the past.

Y'know, I remember hearing about the origins of some company (IBM or Atari, I think IBM), and how the chief dude hired students to play games and use applications in such a way to cause crashes so he could learn to fix them. Among those students was a young Bill Gates. I think I could get a job crashing software. Seriously. I can crash pretty much any windows program without trying very hard (including SSH on 3 non-consecutive occasions so far this year), and don't get me started on certain Linux applications...

So, the next item I wanted to share is my schedule. It changed pretty much the day after I wrote the last journal, and that's kind of funny because these two will be uploaded at the same time. Whatever.

So, this still leaves me free to work on Fridays and also opens up my Thursday afternoons. Also, I figure that this wireless course will help to teach me what the fuck is wrong with all these stupid fucking machines. The course is with Professor Zarnett, with whom I had that baaad Comparative course last semester. I hope this one won't be as bad. So far there have been a few computations (harder to get wrong on multiple choice) and our assignments are largely done with graphing, which I do as a habit.

I tinker around with different spreadsheets for fun from time to time. I write out little stats systems, like from an RPG, and then try to find a curve that approximately matches it, for example. Lately, I've been working out stat systems for that game we're pretending to make. I remember on one occasion everyone thought I was mental because I wrote out a large spreadsheet that included different Transformers and ratings of what they were best at, applied to different tasks based on those attributes. Even Josh shook his head in pity at me. Anyways, I think this assignment will be vaguely fun.

Wai has been working at EB Games for a while. I don't think I've told the story, but he told me he was working at a kind of small game store. He later told me, "Maybe you've heard of it, it's an EB Games". Oh, so you never noticed that the store you were working at was the largest game store in the country. He told me that when he applied, the sign wasn't up.

Recently, Wai has been pushing games. Y'see, I got Mega Man Zero 3 for my GBA over the holidays, but I couldn't play it because I didn't want to play them out of order. I asked Wai if we could hook a brother up, and he said yes, but then suggested that maybe there was something else I wanted. Long story short, I bought 5 GBA games for $95 just so I could play the game I got for Christmas. This include 3 Sonic the Hedgehog games. Sonic is like some crazy drug that Adam I both got addicted to in late November. The first game was pretty good, but I started playing the second and there's actually a level I can't beat. I don't even know where to begin with how wrong that is...

Last night some of my homies came over, and we drank a little while watching CSI and other, stupider shows. My parents came home and we just sort of hung out with them, and in the process introduced them to several of our inside jokes. Lately, Josh, who normally dispenses the casual insults, has instead been absorbing them quite regularly. First, sometime last year, he told this story:

So now we mention that whenever he (or anyone else) tells a really freakin' pointless story. My parents started making the joke at him by the end of the night. The other thing is that Josh is like a really old person. His hip has some problem, and he pops pills all the time for minor injuries and whatnot. So we call him the broken old lady. This is strange because Josh is the one that once rode a youth BMX bike down a large slope covered in snow and mud.

Later, we watched some of the stupid little movie clips we've taken on my camera over the year. The best one is where I'm telling a really unfunny story for two and a half minutes, and in an attempt to generate humor and make the clip worthwhile, I announce that I'll take off my pants, and proceed to do so. Then while I was standing there in briefs with my pants at my knees, Brian kicked me in the testicles. Good times.

Too bad so many of my memories are like this one.
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