So I finished all my exams, got some marks back, and as expected, I end the term on a wimper, but I do appear to end the term.

Soon enough I’ll have convocation, and in the mean time I need to find employment, and work until I die.

And until then, I am completely aimless…

I move home tomorrow (today), haven’t slept, not finished packing.. am tired… very much yes

Yeah, I’m quite bored, and notice that google.ca, for the second time this term, is borked.

Now it looks like they check the agent, and for firefox, but not IE for example, it gets served up a different page, google.ca/xhtml, which is just wrong, and you can’t gangsay it any other way without using google.com, or switching browsers. good on you google, you have again triumphed against yourself, and plain common sense.

Here’s the shot

Well, graphics is done, very much done… so much done that it would take me with it. The exam was just horrible… but I think I passed, but as passing required a 30% or so on this exam, that is both saying not much, and a lot.

Oh, and also got the project marks back… I did okay, I guess, could have done better. And I certainly didn’t do well enough to get gold standing in the award thingy. Nor silver, bronze, or honourable mention. Alas, as was expect, people’s beliefs that I would do well based on my previous 3D experimentation were, of course, misplaced.

Oh well, 3 exams to Wendy’s

As I’m just really bored, I’ve decided to post about broken google.

For the first time I’ve ever seen, the google main page image is broken, looks like they were trying to put up a st patrick’s day related one, ah well.

Here’s the screencap

As of 11:53pm, it’s still broken.

Note: This is google.ca I’m talking about here

I’m really starting to dislike this month, not this instance of it in particular, but this month in general, as a month. It contains one of the more annoying days of the year, Valentine’s Day. Now, I dislike it anyway, the day, because basically it is just an attempt to get us to buy slips of ink covered cardboard, dead and soon to be rotting vegitation, and wax covered calories in boxes shaped like stretched labia… for someone whom we’re already presumed to have feelings for. A special day seems needless, and a moneygrab. Yes.

Except, the real irritation is that it’s a day where everyone is quite visibly in pairs, and nature abhors the single. And it provides a good benchmark, a stone in the road that one finds on each annual circle to remind themselves that nothing has changed, and, in this case, are now significantly worse.

Alas, I also find that if romantic disasters of any kind happen to me, they will happen in this month too, somewhere, as they have before, have now… and dare I stoop to beleive that they are likely to happen again in future. Basically, I’m going to say I don’t know. I put a lot of effort into convincing myself that nothing good will ever happen to me, based solely on the known nothingness I have come to experience… that used to be good enough for me. But I’ve also come to hope for things so extremely that I figure they must happen, cannot help but happen… to find that it happening was so far from what was likely or even physically possible that most would laugh at the prospect. So I can just as easily beleive in the inevitability of the good as well as the bad, and although I have experienced, I feel, a lot more of the bad than the good, I guess I might as well reduce myself down to what is actually knowable. Namely, nothing.

So I resolve my soul to free, through expecting and, through some extension, hoping for nothing, for hope drives expectation. I will endevour never to expect the good, or the bad, and live in a continuous series of moments, and whatever happens, happens, and no patterns exist.

I also have to remember that wise old saying, which I cannot remember entirely, but goes something like this: No matter how great you think someone is, someone somewhere is sick of their crap.

This is a feeling I’ve had before, but I’m going to put down for the first time (I think it’s the first time at least). The incongruity between what people say, and what they end up doing. I find this a lot when looking for a relationship, like, she says she doesn’t want to be in a relationship because the last one she was in ended badly. Or she can’t end up with me as her culture forbids it. Or she figures she probably won’t end up with anyone anyway…. etc etc. The thing I find true about all of these statements, is that when someone truly worthwhile comes along, all those rules (or lies, which makes the whole confusion disappear of course) drop away. I also find that I am never the one for whom the ‘rule’ is broken.

Once in a while, but only once in a while mind you, I think it would be refreshing to experience something genuine.

I remember in my Phil 100 class, there was a philosopher that stated that a lot of problems in philosophy were merely the product of categorization problems, how we refer to the world. One example, if I remember correctly, was something like, The Average Taxpayer…. a concept, a construct, only, but you could never actually meet this person, you could never share a bun with The Average Taxpayer literally.
I find it funny, however, that I can perfectly well nod in acknowledgement towards The Better Man.

Been a while, time to play catch up (so much for me updating this more often)

Back at school, already falling behind in my studies. Here are my courses and a brief description:

• CS488: Graphics: Death… nuff said
• CLAS202: Roman life, fairly interesting
• HIST200: History in Film (with feminist twist) More death, but in a constant nitpickery work sort of way. Will have to do more research (non-web) for a project than I’ve ever had to do ever, in university, to this point, cumulatively. But I get to watch movies,… but there will be group work.. and I hate people… damn.
• ANTH101: Intro to anthropology. Lotta talking, thus lot of note taking, factoids and nitty stuff, just hope the exams go well
• PHIL208: Philosophy through science fiction, more work, more (much more) reading… and a lot of plato and aristotle that I just can’t stand anymore, but other authors are alright.

So very tired

I was taught how to play a game I thought I already knew, but of course, it originally being Chinese, I had played a bastardized version.

The short version is you shuffle the tiles, make 4 rows of 2 high stacked 18 tiles. There are some dice involved and you roll to decide where you start taking tiles (this bit gets fuzzy for me, from memory) and you take your tiles. One end of the remaining gap in the rows is the beginning, the other is the end. You take turns, taking a new tile from the beginning, and discarding another one. You can pick up the tile in the discard area only if it is the last one discarded, unless you can win from picking the last tile discarded by either player, in which case you can do that, but only if it causes you to win. Also, you can only pick up if it completes a ‘pattern’, and you must then set the pattern down for all to see, and continue with a discard.

If you have any flower tiles at the start, you must show them, and pick as many tiles from the end of the rows, and if you pick one up in the course of the game, you immediately set it down and take a new tile from the end.

To win (ignoring the complicated scoring system), you need a pair of something, and then the rest must be ‘patterns’. Patterns are either ’straights’, made up of the same kind of number tiles (chinese numbers, bams (sticks), or circles), which are in sequences of 3, no more, no less… or they can be 3 of a kind, or 4 of a kind, or something. If you pick up a discarded tile (following the rules of whos you can pick up) to complete a set, you must say something, I prefer ‘Yangzi’, which is like a Chinese Yatzee or something. Or yell ‘bingo’, or ‘you sank my scrabbleship’.

This game was bloody confusing, especially for one I thought was matching two tiles and taking them off the table, gah.

Here are the fun tiles:

These are the sticks, or bams, they are numeric, and fairly easy to understand, except the bird for number 1, which is baffling.

These are wheels, or circles, they are also numeric, colours are meaningless. At least this is easy to count.

These are the chinese numbers, and the hardest bit for me. 1, 2 and 3 are easy, like roman numerals on their side, 4 is easy enough. 5 is just a jumble of crap, which is how I remembered it. 6 looks like a little hut to me. 7 looks like an upsidedown 7. 8 is a lamda, and 9 is like a cursive r. Lovely, it’s great trying to work out if you have a straight if you can’t understand the numbers

These are the cardinal directions of the wind, and the seasons, just match them up, lest headaches set in.

These are, apparently, dragons. When I played, I thought the first was a dagger thing, the middle one was just “the ugly”, and the last one was, cleverly enough, “rectangle”

These are so easy that they are like a blind spot, see a flower, lay it down.

They tried to explain scoring, but I threatened to kill myself, so they stopped.

I’ll go play the tile matching game now.