Monday, November 29, 2004
Out of Commission
Well, this is rather embarrassing.
My computer is currently under repairs at Best Buy due to a crack in the screen caused by, um, bending stress. Or I threw a pen at the screen and it cracked it... Anyway, it is still under warenty so everything should be alright. Except for the fact that Best Buy likes to format everything you give them even if you tell them not to and they take their damn sweet time to do anything.
So I am posting at my student center and waiting for a presentation this afternoon. Presentations are an odd thing for me. Normally I have no real qualms about standing in front of a large crowd and talking about nothing in particular, but when everything is structured AND you are getting graded by three professors the pressure builds. This is not to say that it is overwhelming and I'd rather "be in the casket than giving the eulogy" (to quote Seinfeld). I just don't like talking about things that really do not interest me.
I need new cloths, I look like a Mormon Missionary, black pants, white shirt, but I do have a red tie and sneakers on but all the same I'd like to not look like I am trying to spread my cul- religion (cough).
I suppose that is a story for another time though, to argue the difference between popular religion, excuse me, main-stream and cults. Something I definitely missed out on in my college experience was cults, but that is what you get for going to a Jesuit school - everyone is Catholic. In some ways it becomes a cult following but that usually is with people who are scary and possessive anyway, and not the majority. Didn't I say something about not talking about this?
What I could talk about is how the snow is still falling here in Denver and my ice scraper is no larger than my hand. Heh, it must be hilarious to watch me shovel off snow from my frostbitten car. I've also come to the conclusion that my car thinks it is funny to not go forward at an intersection either. It likes to sit there and spin its wheels until the light turns yellow and I'm pointed sideways. I think its funny now too, but man oh man it was interesting to be in traffic with about 1000 other drivers who hate you for not being able to drive in the snow.
Right, I'll try to post that story (I have to rewrite it anyway) next time I get on!
-J
My computer is currently under repairs at Best Buy due to a crack in the screen caused by, um, bending stress. Or I threw a pen at the screen and it cracked it... Anyway, it is still under warenty so everything should be alright. Except for the fact that Best Buy likes to format everything you give them even if you tell them not to and they take their damn sweet time to do anything.
So I am posting at my student center and waiting for a presentation this afternoon. Presentations are an odd thing for me. Normally I have no real qualms about standing in front of a large crowd and talking about nothing in particular, but when everything is structured AND you are getting graded by three professors the pressure builds. This is not to say that it is overwhelming and I'd rather "be in the casket than giving the eulogy" (to quote Seinfeld). I just don't like talking about things that really do not interest me.
I need new cloths, I look like a Mormon Missionary, black pants, white shirt, but I do have a red tie and sneakers on but all the same I'd like to not look like I am trying to spread my cul- religion (cough).
I suppose that is a story for another time though, to argue the difference between popular religion, excuse me, main-stream and cults. Something I definitely missed out on in my college experience was cults, but that is what you get for going to a Jesuit school - everyone is Catholic. In some ways it becomes a cult following but that usually is with people who are scary and possessive anyway, and not the majority. Didn't I say something about not talking about this?
What I could talk about is how the snow is still falling here in Denver and my ice scraper is no larger than my hand. Heh, it must be hilarious to watch me shovel off snow from my frostbitten car. I've also come to the conclusion that my car thinks it is funny to not go forward at an intersection either. It likes to sit there and spin its wheels until the light turns yellow and I'm pointed sideways. I think its funny now too, but man oh man it was interesting to be in traffic with about 1000 other drivers who hate you for not being able to drive in the snow.
Right, I'll try to post that story (I have to rewrite it anyway) next time I get on!
-J
