Archive for November, 2006

Such a Deliberate Asshole

My roommate woke me up at almost 1 in the morning (not unusual).
I went out to tell him to be quiet (as usual).
He and his blurry friend are eating Wendy’s, talking loudly, and watching the tv that is ajacent to my room. I can’t see who it is because I am myopic.

Me: guys, be quiet
Roommate: I knew you’d come out here and I’m not moving.
Me: Eat somewhere else.
Roommate: Man up Lee. It’s not that late. You might think I’m an asshole but –
Me: You’re an asshole. I close my door and hope they go away.

We actually argued back and forth about whether or not he was right to wake me up. I’ve only posted the abbreviated conversation, and he might have seemed nicer had I posted the whole thing. For example, he offered me a chicken nugget in the middle of his asshole episode. The chicken nugget offering would make him seem nicer in the dialog but I did not include it, sorry.

So why would you want to deliberately be an asshole? I have compiled a list of reasons why you would be one.

  • You’re a freedom fighter. You want the right to stay up late and be loud outside my door.
  • You are trying to impress your boyfriend on your first date, a trip to Wendy’s.
  • You are on withdraw from your celexa medication.
  • You farted and were trying to call attention away from it.
  • You’re an idiot and can’t see why someone would go to bed at a different time than you.

You see, all of these are plausible reasons. I’ll give you a hint as to what I think the answer is: blurry boyfriend–HOT!

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Yay for finally getting it

Well, after hearing the phrase “smooth move ex lax” for 20 years I finally decided to find out who or what ex lax was.

heheh…. gross.

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Bike Rack

I finally got my bike rack. I would think it would take a housing company less than 3 or 4 months to anchor one to the ground, but what do I know about housing? I’m not in construction or management, so I wouldn’t know.

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imoviefest

I’ve entered campusmoviefest, formally imoviefest. Anyone want to be on my team?

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Fondue

Jeff, Russell, and I were at a fancy fondue place, and we were discussing how overpriced it is. You basically buy a plate of raw meat and cook it yourself at the table.
Things went from bad to worse when we were conspiring to sneak in our own fresh mushrooms and vegetables.
And then it was even more worse when we thought of clandestinely selling mushrooms table to table to compete with their prices. A vegetable dinner was already something like $15. Why not sell vegetables for oh I don’t know…$5?

(Jeff, you are going to tell me if this shows up on your Facebook news feed!)

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I Usually Don’t Care about Things.

I made a meatloaf for my dinner in the apartment dinner rotation, and I totally forgot the eggs. It kind of sucked, and everyone made fun of it. Someone said it was the worst thing he’s eaten while living in the apartment. Another comment was that it was meat pudding.
Whatever, I don’t care.
People make fun of me for being absent-minded or for stupid things I’ve said. I usually don’t care.

But just now I was at a small get-together. This guy who everyone likes came in from a meeting where he obtained these two bumper stickers. One called for peace in Palestine, which is just fine with me. But then the other one called for no foreign aid to Israel.

Me: You’re a little radical
Ali: I’m here for a few minutes, and you’re already judging me?

I didn’t feel like arguing, so I left. Though, I was a little upset. I’m going to get some free frosties now.

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Honey, I Shrunk the Kids

I saw Honey, I Shrunk the Kids recently. I hadn’t seen it for like 10 years. The premise of the movie is that the father invents a shrinking machine, which works by bringing molecules together, filling in empty subatomic space.
Pretty good premise. Almost.
Shrinking someone in this manner would mean that, since they have the same mass, they would weigh the same amount but be smaller.
Thus, everywhere they walked there would be a huge imprint on the ground. If they hit something (if they could actually move the huge mass of their arms), it would really hurt!

I’ve been trying to think of some reason that mankind would want a shrinking machine like this, and I think it would come down to hiding things or hurting things. For instance, a spy network wants to move something across a border. So, they shrink it. They have a really strong briefcase that can support the huge, yet tiny mass held within it. Consequently, whatever is being transported is difficult to find.
How about a gun that shoots 1 kilogram bullets? I think the average bullet might weigh something like 10 grams. I’ll let you think about that one on your own.

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GA Tech professor

I wonder what Thad Starner is like. I’ve seen him wearing that device shown in the picture around campus, and apparently he does it all the time.

Thad Starner

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Creepy Guy

A dialog between me and a guy at kickball:

Guy at kickball who had previously hit on me and my sister; who randomly slaps girls on their butts during kickball games; who gets wild and violent mood swings, and caused someone to offer him lithium: Hey, can you call your sister for me?
Me: um … NO.

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Duck Hunt and Laser Pointers

As some of you know, one of my life goals is to play Duckhunt on a projector tv. When I was a kid, I wanted to know how the NES knew what I was shooting at. I found out how the gun worked eventually. Here is an excerpt from the Wikipedia article on the NES Zapper.

When the trigger was pulled, the game blanked out the screen with a black background for one frame, then, for one additional frame, drew a solid white rectangle around the sprite the user was supposed to be shooting at. The photodiode at the back of the Zapper would detect these changes in intensity and send a signal to the NES to indicate whether it was over a lit pixel or not. A drop followed by a spike in intensity signaled a hit. Multiple sprites were supported by flashing a solid white rectangle around each potential sprite, one per frame.

So, the gun reads in a wavelength for a very short period of time and checks to see if it’s the right color to be shooting at. Hold onto this idea for a second while I talk about one of my pet peeves, the laser pointer.

I absolutely hate when a speaker is using a laser pointer on a PowerPoint for two reasons. My first reason is that it’s distracting. No one holds it absolutely still. The speaker says something like, “So, take a look at table one [circle circle circle]…” This is where I stopped looking at the table and looked at the laser pointer. My second reason is that most laser pointers are too bright. Just like the sun, if I look at it directly, my eyes burn. Consequently after I get distracted by circular or sweeping motions of the laser pointer, I have to look away from it, which means I look away from the PowerPoint. Thus, the laser pointer has defeated its purpose by having me look away from it rather than to what is being indicated.**

My idea: Using NES Zapper technology, make a pointer that moves the mouse around. When the pointer is inactivated, the mouse stays where it is.
Think about it: the mouse isn’t as bright, and it stays on the screen not relying on the presenter to make circles with it. Once the mouse is positioned, the pointer can be turned off, which would leave the mouse there to continue pointing. This would be totally not distracting and not bright.
I would so ecstatic if this were invented! :D

** As a side note, I would like to say that not many agree with me that laser pointers suck eggs. They partially disagree that they are distracting and mostly disagree that they are too bright.

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