Monday, May 03, 2004
Don't cry Tomato Baby...
Cream Dream.
Rather, make that Cream Dream Supreme. That is what working at RIM is like compared to the government. It is so superior it is sick. Not only do I now have a fancy-dancy new toy to play with, that being the BlackBerry, but I get WORK TO DO!!! Real Work! The kind that keeps you busy! What's more, it seems like I will be having far more of it than I can handle!
SQUEE!!!
Also, I think I get free stuff, but I'm not quite sure yet. Otherwise, the only drawbacks are that I have only a half-cube in which to work and I have to ride the bus for an hour to get there. And, of those, the half-cube isn't so bad in comparison to the other students, who are basically set up on desks in the hall. So a jolly Ha Ha to them and a Hooray for my 2.5 walls of semi-privacy! Once I get my BB going to its full potential, I shall be UNSTOPPABLE!!! (Or at least nigh-unstoppable.)
On the way home, however, the escalators in Rideau Center were broken. I do not like it when this happens, and it happens rather often. Having to walk down an escalator is trippy. You still get the impression that it is moving, simply because it's an escalator (or a movator, if you shop at Wal-Mart, since "escalator" must sound French and therefore un-American. I'm serious. They call them movators in Wal-Mart.) and therefore should be moving in some direction, preferably the direction you're going in.
(ASIDE: HOLY FUCK IS THE SASSER WORM PISSING ME THE FUCK OFF! It keeps popping up and telling me it has been detected, and yet I cannot find the offending file, nor can I fix it! Now I have to boot into safe mode, and sweet JEEBUS is that annoying! RRRRAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGH!!!!!)
(Ahem.)
As I was saying, when the escalators don't do what they're supposed to, but you take them anyway, the end result is not unlike getting to the top of the stairs and thinking there's another step and trying to step on it: heinously unnerving. Yes, it is heinous.
In other crimes, and by crimes, I really mean coincidences, there were a number of strange Internet happenings today. For one, there were a couple of webcomics that had been on hiatus, only to return when I got back from the West. For another, at least 3 of the sites I frequent all updated their layouts. Drastically. It was synchronicious. So far, my list of explanations is that Mars was in Jupiter's shadow, causing a massive influx of cosmic rays to rebound off Uranus and strike the Earth, but so far that's it. One weak idea. Sorry, I guess I'm uncreative right now.
Right. My copy and paste has now gone and buggered itself as well. This calls for action of the highest degree. If you'll excuse me... ¶ 6:51 p.m.
Cream Dream.
Rather, make that Cream Dream Supreme. That is what working at RIM is like compared to the government. It is so superior it is sick. Not only do I now have a fancy-dancy new toy to play with, that being the BlackBerry, but I get WORK TO DO!!! Real Work! The kind that keeps you busy! What's more, it seems like I will be having far more of it than I can handle!
SQUEE!!!
Also, I think I get free stuff, but I'm not quite sure yet. Otherwise, the only drawbacks are that I have only a half-cube in which to work and I have to ride the bus for an hour to get there. And, of those, the half-cube isn't so bad in comparison to the other students, who are basically set up on desks in the hall. So a jolly Ha Ha to them and a Hooray for my 2.5 walls of semi-privacy! Once I get my BB going to its full potential, I shall be UNSTOPPABLE!!! (Or at least nigh-unstoppable.)
On the way home, however, the escalators in Rideau Center were broken. I do not like it when this happens, and it happens rather often. Having to walk down an escalator is trippy. You still get the impression that it is moving, simply because it's an escalator (or a movator, if you shop at Wal-Mart, since "escalator" must sound French and therefore un-American. I'm serious. They call them movators in Wal-Mart.) and therefore should be moving in some direction, preferably the direction you're going in.
(ASIDE: HOLY FUCK IS THE SASSER WORM PISSING ME THE FUCK OFF! It keeps popping up and telling me it has been detected, and yet I cannot find the offending file, nor can I fix it! Now I have to boot into safe mode, and sweet JEEBUS is that annoying! RRRRAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGH!!!!!)
(Ahem.)
As I was saying, when the escalators don't do what they're supposed to, but you take them anyway, the end result is not unlike getting to the top of the stairs and thinking there's another step and trying to step on it: heinously unnerving. Yes, it is heinous.
In other crimes, and by crimes, I really mean coincidences, there were a number of strange Internet happenings today. For one, there were a couple of webcomics that had been on hiatus, only to return when I got back from the West. For another, at least 3 of the sites I frequent all updated their layouts. Drastically. It was synchronicious. So far, my list of explanations is that Mars was in Jupiter's shadow, causing a massive influx of cosmic rays to rebound off Uranus and strike the Earth, but so far that's it. One weak idea. Sorry, I guess I'm uncreative right now.
Right. My copy and paste has now gone and buggered itself as well. This calls for action of the highest degree. If you'll excuse me... ¶ 6:51 p.m.
