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This is why our document QA process is working at an incredibly glacial pace. [Oct. 26th, 2009|08:32 pm]
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[music |The SITP Skype meeting.]

Patto: Mmm, sausages.
Brett: What?
Patto: I just got told that sausages are ready.
Semps: My sausage is always ready for you, Patto.
Patto: ...Thanks, Semps...

...This is typical of most SITP meetings...
-Mmaster
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Amusement! [May. 23rd, 2009|12:03 pm]
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[mood | amused]
[music |29, Gin Blossoms]

We're being encouraged to ask questions on UTS Online for clarification with the assignments.

This was a question Semps posted:
Going on from the content in some of the Lectures, namely Project Evaluation and Estimation, the two attached letters seem to indicate that we shouldn't be taking on this project.

The first letter from Chris to...er...Chris mentions that there are key dates for milstones that need to be adhered to, "require delivery at set times!" (i.e. Time boxing) and the tone of the internal memo with such phrases as "We can't afford to be out much in our calculations, as we need this contract." Seem to suggest political implications that we need to consider, something that is outlined as a problem in the lectures.

Further more, the memo also seems to be indicating that the price to win estimating technique is being used, "We will have to price our tender, with little or no margin based on your calculations" that has also been outlined as being an "Absolutely STUPID!" ( lecture slides not me :)) technique.

Should our project plan therfore be constructed as

1. Resign
2. Search Seek job adds
3. Apply for suitable advertised position
4. Organise interview
5. Start new job?

Obviously there will need to be some padding on step 4 to allow for reiteration.

Thanks
Andrew


And the response:

It comes down to what problem you are trying to solve.

If it's to get a degree, then you have to pass PMP and it's rather difficult to pass PMP without doing this assignment or a variation of it :-)

We try to make the assignment as interesting as possible. We realise it's not very realistic but we are catering for a variety of backgrounds / knowledge / experience. I've seen a PERT chart with 5 nodes and one where they had devised 374 nodes. Estimates range from about 1 week to about 6 person years. I've even seen a lovely chart where the students paid about $250 to have it printed and laminated at Kinkos. We've refined th eassignment over the years which is why some bits of it probably are in need of a bit more attention. I can promise you that in the real IT world you'll get offered many projects that are worse than this. Resigning and looking for a new job won't help you pay the bills.

We're not looking for perfect answers. We know they don't exist. We are looking for evidence that you've thought about what you're doing and can say why you've done it that way. We're hoping that you actually learn something that will be useful outside the academic environment.

We also hope you have fun with the assignment :-)

"Okay, the project sucks, but it could be worse!"

Sigh. :P.
-Mmaster
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We've cracked. This is common knowledge. [Sep. 20th, 2007|02:04 pm]
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[mood | amused]
[music |I'll Do Whatever You Want, Memphis]

*Mm is reading a document Andrew has given to her to edit.
Mm: The first sentence: The development of the Teleponre Order Placement Ssystem was a lanong and arduous process that life of assisting developers. Andrew, your typing is interesting at 4am.
Andrew: What'd I do?
Mm: You spelled "arduous" correctly, but managed to mess up the word "long".
Andrew: Yes! I am the winner!
*Andrew does a victory lap of the room, then sits back down.
Andrew: What just happened?
James: You just had a blackout, didn't you?


Well I know it’s wrong to create a song
In the ashes of what we believe in
But I have a war to fight
And wrong or right
I’ll escape from what I was deceived in
-Mmaster
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The Lucksmiths have a new double CD coming out. Awesome! [Sep. 14th, 2007|11:41 pm]
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[mood | sleepy]
[music |The Fog Of Trujillo, The Lucksmiths]

Today was long. Amusing, yes. But long. Did I mention long?

I woke up at OMGWTH o'clock, despite going to bed at twelve thirty. I stumbled out of bed, and spent an hour or so in front of the Internet, trying to wake up. Then I printed out the SDP things I needed, and wandered off to make myself breakfast.

Packed up, headed in to Uni and got there before nine. Was intending on doing some work, but got distracted by shiny objects or something.

At ten thirty, I headed over to Building 5 for the SDP Formal Meeting. Andrew was in "ramble" mode, blaming the only four hours of sleep he'd received. Also in his "Talk before thought" mode, though that's starting to seem almost standard.
*People are reading out their timesheets
Andrew: Okay, now that that's done, on to the Project Leader's report...
Mm: Hang on, I didn't get a chance to read mine.
Andrew: Yeah, well, you should expect that, being a woman in I.T. Glass ceiling, and all that.
Mm: ... ...Don't make me hurt you.
Tutor: ...Now you're going to get it...

After the Formal Meeting, the team had a ten minute chat in one of the seminar rooms nearby. Then we drifted back to Building 10. I ran into Julia Prior, and stopped to chat to her. I went to the room to pick up my laptop, and chatted to Chris and Brian while I was there.

There was then a moderately epic journey to figure out where the Hell my teammates had vanished to; they'd hidden themselves in one of the obscure labs. *shakes head* I edited the Semantic Mapping in line with a couple of minor changes suggested by Andrew. We then had to shift labs, because the one we were in had a class. We when got to the alternate, I typed out and formatted the meeting minutes, and answered occasional questions from Andrew and Jefry who were doing normalisation.

At three o'clock, I shot through. Again, with intent to do work, but that didn't really happen. By four, I'd got bored, and decided to visit the E.G.G. boys. The Wii was on WarioWare. So much love. Except I'm realy bad at it, but who's counting?

At around five, I returned to the ProgSoc room to get changed and other such inanities. When I'd done so, Chris wandered in, so I packed up my IAJ stuff and we both went back to visit E.G.G.
Chris: What's this game involve?
Brinton: You run a race, and you get points. Then you get tied up and suspended over crocodile infested water, and the idea is to be the last one left.
Chris: You make it sound so appealing...

At quarter to six, I headed over to the IAJ lecture. Chris kept me company till the lecturer turned up, then wandered off to the ProgSoc room. The lecture was okay, but I was probably more focused on my watch than what the guy was saying. At quater to seven, I packed up and left.

I headed over to the room and dropped my bag. Chris headed over to Thomas' hidey hole to tell him that everyone had turned up. When they returned, we walked over to Building 1. Thomas, Chris, Nora, and I were attending the Annual Union Dinner or whatever - "Hey, presidents of clubs +1, turn up, listen to us blather, and we'll give you a meal!"


They had a set seating plan for the evening, which we carefully disrupted. On two separate tables, no less. Yeah, I thought it was an accomplishment as well.
Thomas: So, Margaret, am I going to be able to convince you to drink alcohol?
Mm: No.
Thomas: Come on, you don't even have to pay for it!
Mm: ...
Thomas: You can't tell me you think a single sip will kill you...
Mm: No. But I'd still rather not.

Brinton, for some reason that I can't even begin to fathom, had brought a syringe of thermal paste. To a formal sit down dinner. Yes.

The speeches mostly went on too long. But speeches generally do, I suppose.

Mm: What did the grape say when it got stepped on?
Chris: Did you say "The Granny got stepped on"?
Mm: No. The GRAPE.
Chris: I think I preferred my version.
Mm: ... ... ... I can't believe you just said that!
Yes, he was a little tipsy. Not excessively, but still.

ProgSoc didn't win Club Of The Year; big surprise there. The honour, such as it is, went to the Red Cross Society. As I pointed out to the others, ProgSoc didn't stand a chance; we're not "cuddly" enough. Oh well.

At the end of the last of the presentations, we shot through. Chris and I went to visit N.E.G.G. with Brinton and Amy, briefly. I confused Amy by laughing at her. We then left; Chris and I needed to pick up things from the ProgSoc room, and Brinton needed to pick up something from his place before he went to Amy's.

When we got to the room, we discovered Nora and Thomas still present, accompanied by Liz who was in vague states of fury; her laptop's hard drive had made a serious effort to die, and she didn't know how much was recoverable. We watched her run chkdisk for a while, then left her to it; Thomas and Nora to go home, Chris and myself to visit N.E.G.G. (again) then go to the buses. Chris managed to walk into the door on his way through it.

Subfuture (who's requested to be referred to by name; therefore, Will) is a confirmed sceptic of an engineer, who's obsessed with things like tarot cards and predicting things with a pendulum.
Will: Would you be willing to take part in an experiment?
Mm: He's drunk; would that make a difference?
Will: Probably make it easier... Opens the mind, and all that...
It turned out to be a mind-reading exercise: "Choose a memory from among the ones on this card, focus on it, project it to me, and I'll try and work out what it is."
Will: ...A fairly recent memory... Not too recent, though... Let me see... You were stung by a bee?
Chris: It was my first dog, actually.
Will: Right, well, that was a miserable failure. Note to self: Don't try to read the minds of drunk people, it doesn't work.
Chris: See, I was looking at Margaret, trying to give you a hint.
Mm: ...
Chris: Well, she likes dogs, and...
Mm: ...Except that he doesn't know that.
Chris: ...Oh.

We left. On our way out of the building, I gave in to temptation, and wrote some Wake Me Up (Before You Go-Go) lyrics on one of the election posters. Hey, polls finished like two days ago, they aren't using them any more. I also showed Chris another one that I was tempted to edit, except they'd made it inaccessible to mortals.

Chris needed a bus ticket, so we headed up to the ATM, before he bought some at the 7-11. A punk with a massive mohawk had his hairstyle admired by some random in the convenience store:
Guy: How'd you get your hair to do that?
Punk: Hairspray.
Guy: What, six, seven cans?
Punk: No, just the one.
Guy: Can I touch it?

Then to the bus.

And now, it's quarter to one. And I have to get up at ungodly hours tomorrow, to go to Uni, to spend my weekend doing SDP. *sigh* Regardless, it's bed time. See you on the other side of morning.
-Mmaster
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I like your old stuff better than your new stuff... [Sep. 12th, 2007|09:31 pm]
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[mood | amused]
[music |Song Formerly Known As, Regurgitator]

Two moments of amusement from today's SDP team meeting:

"Sorry for my English bad..." -Tim (To make it worse, he didn't actually realise until we pointed it out to him)

"I was going for my pen, not your crotch..." -Andrew to Rick


...Yes...
-Mmaster
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Dammit! I have Say Something by Something For Kate stuck in my head... [Sep. 10th, 2007|07:32 pm]
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[mood | amused]
[music |Say Something, Something For Kate]

Andrew decided to visit the ProgSoc room this afternoon.

Mm: Rob, this is Andrew. Andrew, Rob.
Rob: So, this is Andrew...?
Mm: Yes.
Andrew: Wait. How do you know who I am? Why do I have a reputation? Margaret, what have you been telling these people about me?
*Mm grins innocently

*Rob says something
Andrew: Was that a Star Wars quote? ...It was a Star Wars quote! I have, like, a sixth sense for Star Wars quotes!
*Rob says something else
Andrew: That was another one! I think I'm in love!
Mm: Rob, Andrew just declared his undying love for you...
Rob: ...Why?
Andrew: You keep quoting Star Wars!
Rob: O...kay...
Mm: If it makes you happy, dear...

Andrew: I don't think I've met so many like-minded people in my life!

*Mm prods Rob
Mm: You! No breaking my SDP team leader!
Rob: ...Sorry...

There was also the random bursting into Bohemian Rhapsody that led me to play the Zero Wing Rhapsody on one of the Macs.

*amused*
-Mmaster
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Wonderin' if she had changed at all; if her hair was still red... [Aug. 11th, 2007|09:31 am]
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[mood | amused]
[music |Charlie No. 3, The Whitlams]

A couple of quotes that amused me from last night's lecture:

Student: Does a proxy qualify as an Intelligent Agent?
Lecturer: I wouldn't say it's 'intelligent' enough. It's a bit too close to the primeval ooze...

Lecturer: We have JACK if you are absolutely serious about agents...
(This is less amusing when you realise that JACK is the name of a framework.)

Lecturer: What I want to see in this subject is that you've learnt something.

Lecturer: Who wants to do Robocode? All right! All of you! Go to the back of the room!
(Perhaps it's just me, but doesn't that sound like "You! Go stand in the corner!"?)

-Mmaster

PS: Is it odd that I'm amused that MS Word's inbuilt dictionary understands "PowerPoint" but not "powerpoint"?

EDIT:
Andrew: So, what made you pick the name "Tim"?
Tim: I got sick of people mispronouncing my real name. So I went to the dictionary, and picked a random word: "team".
Andrew: I'm pretty sure if I went to the dictionary, and picked out a random word to call myself, it'd be something like "Goku".
Mm: ... ... ...I think that might say more about your choice in dictionaries than anything else.
Andrew: Hey; if I want to use Dragon Ball dictionaries, that's my perogative!
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You have my heart in your hands, so don't, don't let it go... [Aug. 8th, 2007|04:32 pm]
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[mood | tired]
[music |Commissioning A Symphony In C, Cake]

My back continues to hurt, but other than that, I feel a lot better than I did yesterday.

The informal meeting was less excruciating than I'd expected it to be. Since the team leader had switched to another group, Andrew took over the role. His tongue kept moving faster than his brain, including one particularly memorable moment:

Andrew: And, in the project plan, I have to make sure to allow for things taking longer than I intend. Or if someone gets sick... Or pregnant...
*Group looks around the room. I'm the only girl.
...And with only one female, that was perhaps an unwise thing to have said...

Heh.


Now I have the absolute joy of typing out the meeting minutes and trying to dig up some resources. Can't I just sleep, instead?
-Mmaster


EDIT:
Mm: If all else fails, I can write sticky forms in PHP.
Andrew: "Sticky form"? What the Hell is a "sticky form"? It sounds dirty!
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His voice is soft, wry, and deep. Hers is scratchy. [Jul. 15th, 2007|08:41 pm]
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[mood | frustrated]

After I accidentally wiped some of that tape, I went searching for alternate recordings.

The version I have is very early. Most of what seems to be available these days is the ten-year revival.

...Somewhere in between my version and every other one, they changed the gender of the narrator, along with adding a few extra songs.

*BitTorrents a copy of the revival*

*listens to 45 seconds worth, as the woman's voice screeches*

*winces, teeth clench, shuts file*

The bit I messed up was in the intro, so theoretically I could use the chords from that section of the MP3 and then the tape for the rest of it - or just remove those bars altogether, which might be a better solution, since I think it's in a different key. Except it's also refusing to give me a clean rip of the tape.

*bursts into tears*

Why do you hate me, oh technology?
-Mmaster

PS: Anyone know someone who'll cheaply convert a tape to WAV or something? I can do the editing myself, tedious as it is, but I need a clean rip to work from. Something is falling over along the way: the volume's far too low, and the sound's also covered by a persistent white noise buzzing; it doesn't come across via the speakers, just on the rip, no matter what adjustments I make to the volume levels. Or elsewise, suggestions as to the failure point?
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We're running out of alibis from the 2nd of May; reminds me of the summertime, on this winter's day [May. 14th, 2007|08:14 pm]
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[mood | geeky]
[music |The Bitter End, Placebo]

*Mm and her father are chatting in the living room.
*The printer in the front room suddenly starts whirring.
Dad: Are you printing anything?
Mm: No...? *raises voice* Mum, are you printing something?
Mum: Yes.
Dad: Oh good. So it's not the printer demons, then.
Mm: ...
Dad: Wait, make that "printer zombies".
Mm: Yeah, I was going to say...

-Mmaster
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Rob called me "Possibly the best secretary ProgSoc's ever had". Somehow, I doubt it's a compliment. [Apr. 3rd, 2007|11:41 pm]
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[mood | accomplished]
[music |Incommunicado, Harvey Danger]

Today was moderately busy. Or at least, parts of it were. And I got some stuff done. Not the most relevant of stuff, but stuff nonetheless.

Got to Uni at around nine. Tinkered on the 'net for half an hour or so (I might have done something useful, I don't remember), then headed off to sit around outside the classroom. I was amused when Andrew Semple literally jumped over a couch to get away from me. And I prodded Justin repeatedly for making some comment to the effect of "She's a woman. What do you expect?" *sticks out tongue at him*

The RE lecturer continued to fuel my dislike of his subject; this time, partially due to the fact that I'd forgotten to print out the slides in advance, making it harder to take notes. I shot through as soon as he reached the summary slide, to prevent him yelling at me for the second week running for something I didn't really do (talk in class).

The time between classes was again spent tinkering. Possibly on the DSPP labwork, though I don't think I got any where if I did. ...And taking photos of myself in hats. I told Liz about the icon I made yesterday, of the Sinfest Peace Dove stealing the WarHawk's helmet. Then I rushed off to RE.

I signed my name in around five different places on the pieces of paper, and then the lecturer/tutor had another chance to fail to teach us anything at all. In the schedule, there was "The tutor goes through the example, then the groups imitate the example with the other work". When we realised he wasn't going to bother, we decided not to wake him from his decade-long nap; instead, we planned out the roles for the next portion of the assignment, and chatted about a variety of topics. I took notes on the occasionally relevant things that were said, and Michael was paranoid that I was writing down the possibly incriminating random chatter (I wasn't).

After I escaped RE, I headed back to the room. I finished tinkering with my spreadsheet of ProgSoc Membership 2007, and then, feeling semi-inspired, uploaded it to Google Spreadsheets. This is working on the theory that if I add all of the Exec to it, any time there is a new member, they can be added to this list immediately (even if their account is not activated till later). Thus far, I've added Liz and Rob. The others will be added as I ask them which email account they want associated with it. Liz is considering doing a similar thing for a simple "this is where we're up to" accounting spreadsheet. Though that one might be better served by adding the rest of us as "viewers", since she probably doesn't want other people editing it.

Hailey's subname was set to something to the effect of "1 Chaser ticket, up for grabs". After consulting briefly with parents, and negotiating an early dinner, I agreed to turn up. Parents and I met for Union food (I ordered chips before I thought it through, and ate a little too quickly I think).

Then I headed over to the ABC building. I was running fifteen minutes early. After wandering around fairly aimlessly for a while, I joined the end of the queue. CK, Dedney and Hailey gradually drifted in. CK and Dedney had a conversation that they begged me not to put in here. I don't think I had any intention of doing so; mainly because to do so, I would have to repeat it. There were a number of times in the conversation where I felt distinctly left out; but it's not unusual, I suppose. *shrugs*

This week's Chaser content seemed to lean more in the direction of 'wince' comedy than anything else. Some of it was genuinely enjoyable; most of it was a little bit alienating. I like the Chaser boys, but sometimes their jokes leave something to be desired - like taste.

After the show, we headed back to the ProgSoc room to pick up Rob, then walked to the Lansdowne for dinner. ...Well, they ate dinner. I'd already eaten. We chatted about various things, including Marauder being arrested for terrorism around two years ago. Dedney went on a long rambling tirade about "Anime dating games", or something. "Oh, look. My shirt got wet. I should take it off. Look, now I'm naked. Why don't you get naked? ...Where did these tentacles come from?" ...Yes, dear.

After dinner, I prodded them to leave, on grounds that "I want to get home at a reasonable hour, and I still need to show Rob that spreadsheet". We headed back; CK'd left already, Dedney picked up his bag and then left. As we were walking in the door, James and Brian were walking out of it.

Rob and I examined my list, and realised that most of the people that I had marked as green (no apparent username or anything) were actually yellow (username and details, just not in the system), on grounds that they had been online signups, and I'd forgotten they actually had to give details when they signed up via the online form. For those that had slipped through even those cracks, we came up with logical usernames and turned them yellow as well.

At the end of the exercise, it was around ten thirty. So much for my "Home at a decent hour". I ran into one of the guys who is a member, just doesn't really do much with it, on the bus stop. We chatted about a variety of things. I had trouble deciphering his accent, made worse by the traffic that was noisy even at nearly eleven o'clock at night.

I eventually actually caught a bus, and got home around twenty five past eleven. Given it's now ten to one, I think I might finish my glasses of water, then crash. See you another day.
-Mmaster
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We came together, but you left alone, and I know how it feels to walk out on your own... [Mar. 16th, 2007|10:25 pm]
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[mood | dorky]
[music |Hey Hey 16K; what does that get you today?]

I just finished watching the first episode of the new (4th) season of Spooks. While I miss Tom (even if he was a whiny brat throughout Season 3), I'd forgotten how damn good the series is. It maintains its quiet, sly wit, even as the only core character still present is the old hand, Harry.

Dad and I spent a lot of the episode playing "Who the Hell is that?" - a habit that often irritates me intensely, but I just couldn't resist it this time through. Who the Hell is playing the leader of the American Special Branch? I know his face really well, but can't put my finger on it. And I didn't even catch a name, so I can't Google it.


It's interesting to list the shows I like. I often say about people that "I'll forgive almost anything if they make me laugh". It appears the same can be said of my taste in television.
* Jonathan Creek I adore, but there's only about twenty five episodes in existence. ...And I know the solution to them. It's still great fun, though.
* The Glass House was regular viewing, on the nights I remembered to watch it. I still have a couple of 'special' episodes (100th, final) on the DVD recorder.
* Spicks And Specks is good wind-down viewing. It's light, and even if you don't know the answers you can still play along at home. I've been known to watch an episode in the middle of the night when I can't shut down my brain - and be capable of sleep afterwards.
* The newer series of Doctor Who are aided by both Christopher Eccleston and David Tennant, both of whom can make me laugh. I don't, however, have the patience to watch an entire episode; I tend to start yelling things like "You're an idiot" at the characters.
* In the 'newer shows' corner, we have Heroes. While I enjoy Heroes, I find I can't watch it in the evenings (and since its timeslot clashes with Spicks And Specks, I can't record it, either). I find it interesting; however, it's very good at that whole "Get your pulse racing" thing, and I can't calm the adrenaline rush afterwards well enough to actually sleep.


It's interesting to compare my reaction to Spooks as opposed to Heroes, though. Because both are (as a Spooks review termed it) "high octane" - yet somehow I maintain the ability to sleep after Spooks. It can't even be blamed on how much I care about the characters, since I have a far greater emotional investment in the MI5 the show presents. I don't know.
-Mmaster
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And then you tell me that it's over; wake up lying in a patch of four-leafed clover... [Jul. 3rd, 2006|04:22 pm]
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[mood | puzzled]
[music |Where Is Your Boy (Grand Theft Autumn), Fall Out Boy]

Andrew2 is weird.

[04:36:17 PM] Andrew: Take me to ProgSoc one day
[04:36:39 PM] Shoulder Angel: Thursday nights, from like 5:30 onwards.
[04:37:12 PM] Andrew: Yeah, you're going to have to take me
[04:37:59 PM] Shoulder Angel: ...Why are you unable to turn up without me? I promise they don't bite too hard

...Why exactly does he need me there? Does he not know where the room is? (Could it be... Hmm. The room with the word "PROGSOC" written in large letters beside the door?) Does he need someone already in the 'club' to introduce him? (Bwahahahaha!) Or is he just petrified of the geeks? :P.


In other news, I don't know whether to be complimented or insulted by this:
[08:36:38 PM] Shoulder Angel: Something not particularly techy, but it did happen at the ProgSoc Sysadmin day: http://mmaster.deadjournal.com/329776.html
[08:37:26 PM] Dedney: *takes a peek*
[08:38:50 PM] Dedney: LOL
[08:38:52 PM] Dedney: Tsk tsk, you evil people :P
[08:39:01 PM] Dedney: Though the Andi quote, oh boy that did need recording :)
[08:39:30 PM] Shoulder Angel: What are we evil for doing, this time? (A) :P
[08:40:11 PM] Dedney: Reading someone else's diary :D
[08:40:19 PM] Dedney: You naughty, naughty people :)
[08:40:21 PM] Shoulder Angel: Yes, but it's a diary, not a journal.
[08:40:43 PM] Dedney: Yeah, I know, but I get to lord it over you anyway :)
[08:41:01 PM] Shoulder Angel: Heh. You're reading my journal. :P
[08:41:17 PM] Dedney: Well, you invited me to though!
[08:41:25 PM] Dedney: And it's a public journal!
[08:41:50 PM] Shoulder Angel: So? You have random baseless accusations, I have them too. :P
[08:43:40 PM] Dedney: Yeah... But... Uh.... It's okay when I do it! :P
[08:43:47 PM] Dedney: I got first dibs!
[08:44:08 PM] Shoulder Angel: ...Ah, but haven't you ever heard the term "Ladies first"? :P
[08:45:03 PM] Dedney: Lady? :P
[08:45:09 PM] Shoulder Angel: *One eyebrow raised*
[08:45:41 PM] Dedney: *Ducks* :P
[08:46:06 PM] Shoulder Angel: ...Heh. Oh dear. You remind me so much of a friend of mine.
[08:46:58 PM] Dedney: Hehe, the one in a mental asylum? :)
[08:47:11 PM] Shoulder Angel: Heh. No, though he might deserve it
[08:47:27 PM] Shoulder Angel: Hang on, I'll see if I can find the example I am thinking of
[08:48:33 PM] Shoulder Angel:
*Richard says something to the general population, directing it to 'Gentlemen'.
Mm: "Gentlemen"?
Richard: Oh, sorry, Margaret. For a moment there, I looked at you as an equal.
*Mm beats up Richard
We have these kinds of conversations frequently. In case, y'know, you couldn't tell.
[08:48:42 PM] Dedney: LOL
[08:48:49 PM] Dedney: Hey, you're one of the guys :P
[08:48:57 PM] Dedney: You just, well, happen to not be a guy :)
[08:49:05 PM] Shoulder Angel: ...Thanks. I think. :P
[08:49:27 PM] Dedney: Hahaha, I'm such a charmer aren't I? :)
[08:49:37 PM] Shoulder Angel: Aren't you all?
[08:50:00 PM] Shoulder Angel: "Women. Always playing hard-to-get. ...Use the rocket launcher!" -Richard
[08:50:41 PM] Dedney: Hahaha, I can tell I'd like this guy! :D
[08:50:53 PM] Shoulder Angel: Heh. You would. *Eyeroll*


*Eyeroll*
-Mmaster
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You're fighting things you didn't know; I look at you with such distain... [Apr. 24th, 2006|10:13 pm]
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[mood | random]
[music |It Ends Tonight, The All-American Rejects]

Random observations about today:

Last night I had a dream which resembled the plot of Disturbing Behaviour/The Gathering. What freaked me out almost as much as, if not more than, the dream itself, was the fact that it came with it own voiceover.

I really hate binary adders. Especially when I do, like, three truth tables for them, and none of them give the results that I want.

I got 16/20 for my PDC mid-semester exam.

The Pavillion has pool tables that charge $2 instead of $3. This is good. Playing pool really badly is amusing. Especially when Gab is so drunk, he can't play properly. And when I make like three identical attempts to shoot for the same ball, miss each time, and then get one ball in each turn for the next three to four goes.

The catch on the strap on my bag broke. I don't know whether it would be simplest/cheapest to replace the catch, the strap, or the bag.

Some weird guy sat next to me on the bus, despite there being a spare seat directly opposite me. And when I didn't respond to anything he said, he shifted to sitting next to somebody else and rambling incoherently to them, instead - despite there being a seat empty just across the way.

A guy carrying one of those tennis ball flingers sat in the seat opposite me.
Mm: Do you have a dog?
Guy: No, I'm trying to teach physics to kids. And I'm going to use this to demonstrate that if you have a longer radius on a curve, then it results in further distance.
Mm: Simple lever. Probably should try going through wheel via lever.
Guy: You do physics?
Mm: No... Well, I did it in my HSC. I wasn't really very good at physics.
Guy: What were you good at?
Mm: Computers.
Guy: Really? I'd've picked you as an Arts type of person.
Mm: I like art... I'm just not very good at making art.

A couple of days ago, I went to the doctor to have my foot looked at. He took one look at my foot, and reached for the liquid nitrogen - with little to no warning. Mum described his expression as a "crusader".

I might be taking The Country Boys ™ (Justin2 and James) to the city tomorrow or Wednesday, in order to show them some of the city - that isn't the George Street pubs, since that's pretty much all they've seen of the place thus far. James's parents live in Maitland - he's living with his grandparents at the moment, but doesn't really know the city very well. Justin lives in Woy Woy - and returns there every night. Oh dear.

Andrew2 types well:
Shoulder Angel says: was anything of note covered in the lecture?
Andrew2 says: just went trough the slides
Andrew2 says: a fwe things i didn't know
Andrew2 says: but basically the operation of a hard dick
Andrew2 says: damn disk
Andrew2 says: that was a serious typo
Shoulder Angel says: ...heh.

I can't stop listening to The All-American Rejects' It Ends Tonight. It's got a really random chord progression, the guy can't sing, and it's a really irritating track... But curiously addictive.

I had a sudden mental image this afternoon of the phrase "bags under the eyes" being translated into a cheap clip art grocery bag with "iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii" inexplicably floating above it.

Roland is fast on the uptake:
Shoulder Angel says: do you know what "RTFM" means?
Roland says: no
Roland says: *silence*
Shoulder Angel says: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rtfm
Shoulder Angel says: so progsoc produces a large volume entitled "TFM"
Roland says: OH WAIT
Roland says: I USED TO USE THAT ONE ALL THE TIME
Roland says: I'VE JUST NEVER SEEN IT IN LETTERS BEFORE
Roland says: LOL
Shoulder Angel says: ...
Roland says: *Smackhead* *Smackhead* *Smackhead* *Smackhead* *Smackhead* *Smackhead* *Smackhead* *Smackhead* *Smackhead* *Smackhead* *Smackhead*
Shoulder Angel says: oh dear

And Shaun is cute when he's confused:
Shaun says: why's it so hard to understand girls?
Shoulder Angel says: *stifles a laugh*
Shaun says: umm?
Shoulder Angel says: *grins*
Shaun says: *is lost*
Shoulder Angel says: i know, dearest. that's what makes it so endearing
Shaun says: *thinks back to your puppy who doesn't know what's going on comment*
...snip...
Shaun says: one day I will figure you girls out
Shaun says: one day... *clenches fist*
Shaun says: *waves said fist*
Shoulder Angel says: lol. what would you like me to attempt to explain? ...i make no guarantees...


I think that's enough random things I've been intending on mentioning except not liking to have a three line post about. Bye.
-Mmaster
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