Sinabro

Ugh. A friend of mine was pretty crazy about this Korean singer named “Boa”, so he practically forced me to watch her music video.

Nothing short of the word “torture” explains how I felt. The movements were … let’s just say all wrong. They are not “cool” like rap music videos. They don’t seem to be telling any stories. And all that pendulum motion of “backdancers” and the lead singer across the screen … it gives me a headache.

There are some things about Korean culture that I have come to appreciate, but this is not one of them. I liked music videos of Weird Al much better.

My laptop broke another corner. I just noticed that the little switch by the power switch that shuts off the LCD (it also sends ACPI events so that if I wanted to, I can make the laptop hibernate when I close the lid, since closing the lid presses it) broke off. I have no idea how that could have happened. The switch itself is well protected while the laptop is closed and I’m lugging it around. From a quick look, it appears broken off, rather than fallen off.

Oh, well. The good thing is I don’t care too much for that little switch. It has its uses, like when I want to shut off the LCD so that I can clean my screen better. But otherwise, it’s been something of a nuisance anyways.

Anyways. I have my eyes set on the goal—the laptop should last two years from now. Hopefully by then, I would have found a suitable replacement. One that is powerful enough, light enough, and can be run entirely by free software.

Oh. Never mind. That was someone else.

Sigh. That’s what happens when you have a name like “John Doe”.

I’m not sure what hurts more.

That someone I once cared about … somehow felt that it was necessary to block me out explicitly?

…

Or that I don’t really care about that someone any more?

Life is vain. Obsession is but a brief dream.

Er … did Otto just say what I think he said? I was just watching one of my favorite seasons of the Simpsons, “The Mook, the Chef, the Wife and Her Homer”, and when Lisa accidentally dropped Otto’s walkman while tugging on his headphone (”Otto, help me. Bart won’t give me a seat.”), I think he said “Fuck”.

But … I thought you couldn’t say “Fuck” on TV. At least South Park bleeps it out when they do.

Ugh. I keep forgetting this command. So, for my future reference, here it is:

(%i1) %pi, numer

(Hint: the prompt is the hint, since I know only one program that has that kind of prompt.)

This is why I get disgusted reading my old … “writings”, for lack of a better word (perhaps I could add another meaning to the wonderful word “barf”).

Here’s something I wrote in the old days when I used to troll UseNet a lot (the last response being mine, it alternates):

> > Simply put, let
> > P: person A is intelligent
> > Q: person A is able to graduate (from whatever school)
> >
> > I would assert that P->Q is true, but its converse is not.
>
> Simply put, if you would assert that
> P -> Q
> is true, then you would assert that
> not Q -> not P
> is true as well.
> In other words, using your choice of P and Q, you would assert that
> "if person A is not able to graduate implies
> that person A is not intelligent".

Hmm, unexpected thrust--as I was thinking about the other side of
logic. So you do know about contrapositives, eh? I think it would have
been more elegant if you said above, P -> Q is equivalent to not Q ->
not P. Or, P -> Q has the same truth table as not Q -> not P. 'Makes
you sound like a math (or computer science, as it happens) person,
whether you are one or not.

Of course, the very obvious problem with this reply is … it completely misses the point, as well as a counter-reply so obvious that I had to be dumb and blind to have missed it: i.e. how many of the real “dumb” population is hidden in the population that did graduate from high school (and hence assumed intelligent by inept statisticians)?

After all, that’s the implication of my initial argument. Sigh. What can I say. I am positively dumb and stupid now, but apparently it was possible to be dumber and stupider—as I was when I was younger.

This is interesting. I deleted the wrong timestamp wile trying to debug my website. Oh well. Who cares. I mean, that’s not the only thing I’m dishonest about on this website.
And elsewhere.

A fallen angel.
A disgraced general.
A free bird.

I’m going to start entering more entries here. This is a new beginning for me. Why? Well, ask in person, and I might just tell you.