Because I feel like it, I made an advice column. I think it’ll be fun with lots of stupid smart questions from random people, so tell your friends, pass the word, etc.
Archive for April, 2005
Apparently you can dial this number, and 30 geeks race to answer whatever question you ask them. My brother just called to see how many SUVs were sold in the year 2004.
334-844-4244
For the small percentage of my friends who do read my blog, I am writing to inform you that I have achieved alternate status to the Univeristy of Miami School of Medicine. Yes, yes, pat me on the back.
However, I also wish to tell you that I am still in a state of limbo and so I cannot tell you if I am accepted to medical school or not yet. Oh well.
Also, my cousin Lev will be having an interview with Turner on Monday, which makes me pretty happy. He told Jeff that we might be able to have dinner that night after all is over with over there.
The last thing that will make me happy (after being accepted to medical school) is if I get accepted to the CDC internship this summer. They were looking for a bioinformatician keenly familiar with certain aspects of biology. Since I felt like I fit the role and since I love the CDC, I applied sometime last week. Wish me luck on that.
When I go into a fast-food restaurant, there are two people to whom I can say thanks: the cashier or the cook. Who would you say thank you to?
When it comes to me, I consider this: the two job functions are to take my money or to cook my food, and I am only really thankful for one actually. I always try to say thank you to the person who made my food in the back room. It’s not like I really requested that someone takes my money 
I will try to sign onto aim a little more to catch up on you people. Tonight’s session has really shown me that I need to do this. I have been busy and haven’t really had the time to do this online chatting.
Anyway, talk to you later (?)
A joke I got from Ernie’s House of Whoop Ass:
Father Joseph went up to Father Fred one afternoon and said, “I am SICK of all this clean living. Tonight let’s you and me go out and party. We’ll carouse, drink, whatever we want.”
Fred was shocked. “Are you crazy? This is a small town and everyone knows us. Besides, even if they didn’t, they would see our clothes and know we were priests.”
Joe was ready for this. “Don’t be silly.
We won’t stay in town, we’ll go
into the city where nobody knows us, and we’ll dress just like anyone else.”
In the end, he managed to persuade Fred, and they went out that night and partied like professionals. When they got back home at 5:00 AM, Fred’s face became pale.
“I just thought of something,” he said. “We have to confess this.”
Again, Joe was ready. “Relax, I told you, I thought this all out in advance. Tomorrow, you go into church and into the confessional. I will come in my regular clothes and confess, and you absolve me. Then I go put on my garments, you come in and confess, and I’ll absolve you.”
Fred was amazed at Joe’s brilliance. And so, Joseph went in later that morning and said, “Father forgive me, for I have sinned. My friend and I, we’re both young men, and last night we went out and caroused. We became drunk, had carnal knowledge of prostitutes, used foul language, danced to wicked music.”
Fred answered, “God is patient and forgiving, and thus shall I be. Do 5 ‘Our Father’s’ and 5 ‘Hail Mary’s’ and you will be absolved of your sin.”
A while later, their places were reversed as Fred came in and confessed everything in detail.
There was a short pause, and Joseph answered, “I don’t believe this. And you DARE to call yourself a priest? You will do 500 “Our Father’s, ” 500 “Hail Mary’s,” donate all your money for the next month to the church, and go around the church 500 times on your knees praying for God’s forgiveness.
Then come back and we’ll discuss
absolution, but I make no guarantees.”
“WHAT??!!” Father Fred was shocked.
“What about our agreement??”
Joe replied, “Hey, what I do on my time
off is one thing, but I take my
job seriously.”
First, let me say thank you to all of you who wanted me to be with you on this joyest of Saturday nights. Yeah, I was totally at my family friend’s house eating a Passover dinner. I mostly like Maryanne’s messages, how she went from something like, “call me because I’m out having fun and you need to catch up with us before you miss out” to “oops sorry I wish I could say happy Passover to you in Hebrew. Have a good time!”
Maryanne, I have some Yiddish for you that is even better than that. It means something like “good holiday” and is a good greeting for any Jewish holiday. Like a one size fits all. The phrase is “Good Yuntov.” I don’t really know why people say it like that because it’s like saying “Good Good-day,” but it’s how to say it. There you go. In Hebrew, you’d say “Yom Tov,” but that’s not as common as “Good Yuntov.”
Unrelated to Passover,
Rebecca, Jeffrey, and I were talking about Q tips. We had a whole box of them in our bathroom and it was probably half full. Then the other day, I saw that it was completely empty for some reason. So, I threw it out and later asked my sister if she had anything to do with emptying out so many Q tips. This is where the story gets weird because she told me that she threw them out. How can you throw out a box of Q tips twice?
So this was already weird before I was talking to Jeffrey about them tonight. I asked him what happened to about 150 Q tips. He told me that they were empty and he threw them out. How can you throw out a box of Q tips three times? I’m calling Fox Mulder to solve the case.
Okay I have gone manic on weeklyshift.com. It’s totally usable now, but I want to spruce it up a lot more by adding small pictures, organizing it more, and also adding more features.
Weeklyshift for those who don’t know, is an idea my brother and I came up with last year. Only recently with a computer science course have I gotten the nerve to begin programming again.
The idea is simple: you should be able to look up your work schedule online and your boss should be able to put it there. And I should be able to make it free and put ads on there and passively make money on a (hopefully) good product. So anyway, check it out already.
Pope was in the Hitler Youth, but he’s probably not a Nazi.
I can’t wait to see how he’s going to spread anti-Semitism throughout the world. Are children going to ask where my horns are? Or, why did I kill Jesus? I’d better come up with some clever answers before the youth asks me these questions.
Oh right, and my favorite ignorant question: “Are you Hannukah?” Meaning, the child thinks that if he’s Christian and celebrates Christmas, then I must be Hannukah if I celebrate Hannukah.
Okay I’m done being cynical for today.
OMS is online and ready to go. This is my* database project this semester. Please test it out and find bugs as you go. Username: gtg534z at mail dot gatech dot edu Password: whatever.
*My, meaning Susheel, Kunmi, Prashanth, and I.
Two nights in a row, I haven’t slept well because of allergies. I can tell it’s going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
Well this is a new one: ASCII spam.
I just got sent an email with its message in ASCII, like so
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And Many other.
They’re crafty!
(just copy and paste this into notepad if you can’t understand what it’s saying)
I dreamt that I was wearing shorts, like how Dr. Tobias Fünke wears them*. Then, I went out for the day and didn’t care that everyone was laughing at me.
*he wears them all the time because he’s a “never-nude”
I had an interview at the University of Miami on Friday, so I flew down on Thursday. My dad and brother were in attendence. We missed our first flight down because we got to the airport 45 minutes ahead of time and they wouldn’t check our heavy luggage :sigh:. So anyway, we got down to Fort Lauderdale kinda late at night and stayed with my grandfather. It’s nice to see him when I can.
Since the interview was at 9:00 in the morning, I woke up a little after 6. At 7:30, we started off and thankfully my dad knew the way there. However, the traffic was so bad that an hour’s drive turned into an hour and a half drive. I was lucky that they accepted that I got there 5 minutes late.
My interviewer was a very nice person who works at the university, studying diabetes in combination with depression. I think that it is a neat idea that treating one of those problems might help solve the other one. I am pretty sure that I did well, but eh who knows. Life will go on, and if I have to reapply, then this time I’ll have a master’s degree to show off and at least one research paper.
After the interview, we kinda hung out with my grandfather and then saw his brother in law (my great uncle Joey). Joey was in the hospital because he fell down I think. He was talking to us a little but he looked out of it from the medicines the hospital was giving him. I just don’t get it, but his daughter said that he didn’t ever want a feeding tube or anything. I remember that I said hi to him in the hospital on Friday and he told me to give him my cheeck and he kissed it. So because of the artificial food request, they didn’t give him IV fluids, and he starved to death on Sunday.
I’ve missed three days of classes and am finishing up my email. Soon, I’ll be going to school and studying for tomorrow’s test; I’ll meet with a group to do a project; I’ll finish that Perl program for my lab; I’ll upload my pictures tonight. Life goes on.