| "I want a unicorn, okay? I used to want a pony, but I've matured." |
[Nov. 6th, 2009|11:25 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | Lament of the Chiming Wedgebill, The Lucksmiths | ] |
This week has sucked.
So, instead, I shall tell you about horses.
Apparently Google Reader has decided that I am fascinated by horses.
I have had to remove "Tacky tack", "Shame in the Horse Show Ring", "I Hate Your Horse", and about ten others from its list of recommendations.
I'm guessing "Being female" is sufficient reason to have obviously always wanted a pony.
In fact, Google Reader, at no point in my history do I ever recall being fascinated by horses. You can stop now. Really. I honestly won't hold it against you.
-Mmaster |
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[Oct. 28th, 2009|05:30 pm] |
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| | I Love The Internet, XKCD | ] |
...WTF.
EGG has forum medals, which are basically pieces of avatar flair identifying things you've done for the club. I have a bunch of them for being in the club's World Community Grid team, along with a couple of others.
This morning I was assigned a new one. "President Madagascar Bodyguard".
...I have no idea what this means. The description simply reads: "[CLASSIFIED], +30 points." The text as it was assigned to me is "Fulfilled requirements for this medal." No-one else has the badge.
I have a feeling that Phil assigned it to me by mistake. Otherwise, I'm taking part in a meme without knowing it? ...I is confused.
-Mmaster |
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| I got nothin'. |
[Oct. 22nd, 2009|02:19 pm] |
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| |  bemused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | I Will Follow You Into The Dark, Death Cab For Cutie | ] |
SMS's from Chris teach me things.
For example, I never knew that "desauve" was an alternate spelling for "déjà vu".
...WTF?
-Mmaster |
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| Yes, yes, I know. He's in design not IT. Still... |
[Oct. 12th, 2009|10:25 am] |
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| |  sick | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Pygmalion 2.0 SP1, Tom Smith | ] |
Mm: The website you post our marks on isn't compatible with Linux.
Photography teacher: Oh. ...What's Linux?
...The other thing that keeps screwing me over is when they say "VisCom" (Visual Communications) I keep thinking they're saying "BisComp" (Business Computing). ...I am so very much not an arts student.
Now to go home and collapse, and hopefully come up with the answers my SITP group wants by 7pm.
-Mmaster |
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[Oct. 10th, 2009|08:26 pm] |
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| | amused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Personal Jesus, Depeche Mode | ] |
Aww. In Hotmail, you're not allowed to mark emails coming direct from Microsoft as spam.
*pouts*
-Mmaster |
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| Hurrah for self-inflicted injuries! |
[Oct. 7th, 2009|11:59 pm] |
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| |  blah | ] |
My dinner for this evening? Three sleeping pills. Mmm, tasty.
...I had a number of grand plans for this evening. But they were pretty much all dashed when I looked at the clock and realised I'd spent three hours playing with photos and not done any of them.
Whoo. My SITP team is going to murder me. Maybe then at least I'd get some rest.
-Mmaster |
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| Given I was still awake at 1am, I probably shouldn't be awake at 6:30am. *shrug* Oh well. |
[Oct. 3rd, 2009|06:24 am] |
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*Hailey, Oanh and Mm are playing Man Bites Dog
*Mm sweeps aside the cards from the previous round, and starts to deal out some new ones
Hailey: Aww. Now we won't get "Naked" again!
Mm: ...Too bad Dedney didn't hear you say that.
Hailey: And it was with two girls, too! This is what happens when they play video games!
Later, we played Kill The Hippies. When Dedney was dealt the "Accusation of Sexual Deviance" card, he was obliged to pass it to Thomas.
...Thomas now wants a copy of the game for himself.
-Mmaster |
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| Sister Psychic, can you tell me, does it ever get better? |
[Sep. 27th, 2009|09:35 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  irritated | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Sister Psychic, Smash Mouth | ] |
Today my "It sucks to be me" hat came in handy. As did my "I don't work here" shirt.
I had some uni work to do. On a weekend. Self-inflicted injury, but still not one to improve my mood.
Since the Internet at home is busted (I think I hit the cap again), I went in to Uni to do stuff there.
Things going okay till 6. Suddenly no website not connected to UTS or Google was accessible. Since I was supposed to be having a Skype meeting at 7, this was a little inconvenient. There wasn't much I could do about it, though, so I just connected as best I could. Eventually Skype died permanently, and they forwarded the call to my mobile. I think I now have no Skype credit. *sigh*
I caught a cab home. The cab driver was listening to 2GB. The evening shock jock was suggesting that we should ban people from walking the Kakoda Track, since people keep dying. "Maybe soon we'll even have schoolchildren walking it! Where's it going to end? It's not like you're experiencing what the diggers did! They had bullets shooting past them!"
...This irritated me. The attitude seemed to be, "Why take let people take risks?". I think that if they're suitably prepared and wish to go, they should be able to do so. ...Not my scene, but I know others who are interested.
So, I asked the cab driver to change channels. He switched to 2UE. It was The Psychic Hour, or whatever they call it.
"Hi Cherine. Do you think that if I move house, it will be better for my health? I'm having trouble with the stairs in my current home."
...Lady. If you're having trouble with the stairs in your house, then move. You don't need a psychic to tell you that.
...I may dislike Dad's radio in general, but at least it's better than the alternative...
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| I now have a hat that says "It sucks to be me". |
[Sep. 26th, 2009|07:33 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  calm | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Money Song, Avenue Q | ] |
Chris and I went to see the matinee of Avenue Q today.
It was good, but I think it was a little more full on than he was anticipating.
The puppets having sex was a little more than he could handle, I think.
-Mmaster
EDIT:
*Mm and Chris are looking at the merch desk
Mm: So, does it "suck to be me", or do I think "The Internet is for porn", or should I tell the world my boobs are real?
Chris: The shirts are rather pricey, aren't they? |
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[Sep. 25th, 2009|10:19 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | You Are My Number One, Smash Mouth | ] |
Chris was late to our lunch date today.
Things that happened while I waited:
* I was amused by a guy on a soapbox yelling about the Bible and how non-believers are going straight to Hell.
* I was even more amused by a guy trying to have a semi-rational debate with the soapbox guy.
* I told a charity spruiker I was 18.
* I was approached by a person trying to sell me a very expensive haircut.
* I was personally preached to by a born-again Christian who was previously an atheist. "Do I sound crazy?" "No, you just sound like you're trying to convert me." ...I resisted pulling the "My boyfriend's Christian" card on him. Just.
...I now smell like Lush products. Life is good.
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[Sep. 23rd, 2009|11:12 pm] |
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| |  hungry | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Avenue Q Main Theme | ] |
WTF, body?
I woke up this morning absolutely starving. Like, physical stomach pain level of hunger. I had breakfast about 7:30.
By 9:30, I was hungry again. Again, to the point of pain. I wound up having to raid my stash of muesli bars.
Basically, it's continued today that every two to three hours I get stomach pain and have to eat a substantial amount of food to remove it. I know I normally overeat, but this is ridiculous.
The only thing I have available to blame are the herbal sleeping tablets I tried for the first time last night, but it seems rather a bizarre side-effect if it's true.
Oh well. I guess the only thing to do is see whether tomorrow is any better.
-Mmaster |
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| "What is it?" "Dust storm!" |
[Sep. 23rd, 2009|06:57 am] |
| [ | music |
| | Pacific Coast Party, Smash Mouth | ] |
Dad told me yesterday that there was going to be "a violent wind that reduces visibility".
This morning he woke me up to show me the window.
The world looks like it has been steeped in Sunkist.
-Mmaster
EDIT: Pictures |
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| This isn't the first time this has screwed me over, either. |
[Sep. 17th, 2009|04:49 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | blah | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Push, Smash Mouth | ] |
PROTIP:
If you're trying to use FTP, and you receive this error message:
Timeout detected.
Could not retrieve directory listing
PORT command successful
Error listing directory '/'.
But it seems to have made the handshake okay, it's just failing at the directory listing?
Your sysadmin probably hates FTP and kills the port with fire.
Signed,
The person who spent maybe an hour or so sporadically trying to connect, assuming it was on the webhost's end, before plugging in to the CompSoc port and having it work first time.
...And no, before you ask, they don't support SFTP as far as I've seen.
-Mmaster
EDIT: Or maybe it only works with passive FTP connections, whatever that means... |
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[Sep. 14th, 2009|09:51 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | Waiting For A Girl Like You, Foreigner | ] |
*Mm and Brian, amongst others, are sitting in the Photography lab
Mm: I'm a little tired, in case you couldn't tell from the circles under my eyes.
Brian: It's a bit hard to see them while you're wearing your glasses.
*Mm takes off her glasses to reveal black circles that make her look like she's been in a punch-up
Brian: Yes, I see them. Now put your glasses back on, please.
...Gods, I need to get more sleep.
-Mmaster |
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[Sep. 9th, 2009|11:29 pm] |
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| | Where Do Broken Hearts Go?, Me First & The Gimme Gimmes | ] |
I've had this vague headache for about twelve hours - it's like you've dried your eyes after a temper-tantrum, but the frustration is still present.
...Except there was no temper tantrum, my body's just retarded. But now I can't sleep because of it. And I have an 8am meeting tomorrow.
...Yays.
-Mmaster |
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[Sep. 9th, 2009|11:16 am] |
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| | amused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Donner Party, Alkaline Trio | ] |
*shakes head* I rang Games Paradise to check whether a game I was after had come in.
*ring
Guy: Hello?
Mm: Hi. ...Is that Games Paradise?
Guy: Um... Oh! Yes, it is ...Well, uh... Hmm. How can I help you?
...I think someone needs to practice their phone skills :P
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[Sep. 8th, 2009|11:25 am] |
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| | confused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Your Man, Smash Mouth | ] |
I was searching my email for a message Aman had sent me. Apparently it went to spam.
...I was moderately disturbed by the spam titles, though. More so than usual.
Hot Obama's Fantasies
*boggles*
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[Sep. 3rd, 2009|10:49 pm] |
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A little over an hour left of being twenty one.
Bed time, I guess.
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[Sep. 3rd, 2009|06:15 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  stressed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Tonight I'm A Parrot Head, Paul & Storm | ] |
My body hates me. Seriously.
I've been getting steadily more stressed (it bumped up several notches when I realised that the data mining assignment should be 25 pages, which is about twice what I was expecting).
Of course, this means that sleeping becomes difficult. Yesterday I had such a headache that I tried taking a nap at work. It didn't seem to help.
But going to bed at midnight and waking up at 5:30? You've outdone yourself, this time.
And guess what? My alarm's going to go off at 6:30, because I have an 8am meeting to hand in the first SITP assignment.
..My chest feels like it's collapsing inward. Oh gods.
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[Aug. 30th, 2009|10:09 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | Tech Support For Dad, Tom Smith | ] |
Friday night:
Liz: Are you going home or crashing here tonight?
Mm: Well, I have no clothes here. Also, I promised my parents I'd come home to help them clean tomorrow morning. We're kind of having a party next weekend, y'know?
Liz: Are you?
Mm: ...Hi Liz!
Liz: Oh, wait, is that next weekend? I thought I had another week! What's today?
Mm: Today's the 28th.
Liz: Oh, damn, it is that close.
By Saturday night, we'd made a valiant, though debatably successful, attempt to clean the house. Chris rang to see how it was progressing, and was invited to dinner.
*At the dinner table
Mm: Y'know when you rang, and you thought Mum said we were "halfway through"?
Chris: Yeah.
Mm: She actually said "Half a room".
Chris: Oh. ...Which room?
Mum: *waves her hand over the general kitchen/dining/lounge area* This one.
And now to bed.
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