knic84's public diary

It's been a record low, how many, 2 days or so since the last post? Wow. Let's draw up the similarities of this workday to the last:

1) I'm posting on lunch.
2) I'm having the same lunch - scalding hot instant rotini
3) I'm bored.

The checklist above pretty much covers any given day that I might post. Except today I made a paper airplane out of a sticky note when I realized I hadn't made the mistake I thought in the file I slapped it on. It's joined its purple brother in its spot stuck by its adhesive wing to my monitor.

I guess I'm done on the 30th. I kinda got asked offhand today, and it sounds fine by me to finish at the end of the month. That gives me a few days before school to cram in some quality time with whatever it is I do before I'm robbed of a summer holiday. It's going to go against every natural human impulse to vegetate in a professional development course rather than frolic in what's shaping up to be nice summer weather. We have laptops, why not go outside? I'll have to buy the kind with the screen that they modeled after butterfly wings, or whatever, so that you can see the colors in the sun. See? Nature and computing go hand in hand.

So on the radio this morning I heard that band Pilot again... the vocalist sounds just like Bono from U2. I don't know if it's intentional or not, but he's pretty close to the lawsuit mark. They better hope they don't make anything but the middle time. Then there's that other band High Holy Days, 'inspired' by Creed and Nickleback, the latter of which is also 'inspired' by Creed. Who is 'inspired' by Pearl Jam. God they all sound the same. I should've gotten paid to just mention all of them here; for some of them it's the most exposure they'll probably ever get before they bomb out.

Anyway yes. No one cares about that. I think I'll go see what's up at X-entertainment. You should go check out the 80s commercial reviews - they have the one where Bugs Bunny warns you about scalding yourself. If only I applied that to eating my lunch, my tongue might still have more tastebuds. And no, I'm not paid to plug that site, either. :(

BYE!

I've decided due to any lack of demand whatsoever to end the hiatus and revive this comatose blog. Pluck it from the brink of damnation and most likely deletion, if you will. I'm already enjoying this again!

It's been, what, half a year since this went inactive? Well, let's see, I could blame work. I'm there right now, on lunch which, logically, you'd think I'd want to spend away from the radiation emitter, but since I can't take my 3 cheese instant rotini anywhere without scalding myself anyway, I thought I'd spend lunch with you, dear blog and readers <3.

Yes, my co-op job might be over soon, but it's been a long 3+ months. Almost 4 by the time I get outta here. I don't know who might be reading as I type, in fact, so I must be brief. I input math questions, lots and lots and LOTS of math questions. It's sharpened my input skills to a sickeningly proficient edge, where my right hand does nothing but dance around the numpad and occasionally move the mouse most of the day. Don't go getting ideas, I work my CD player with the left. I will elaborate more, perhaps, in less public quarters, but suffice to say I would rather not see another fraction, decimal, multiplication or division sign again. Ever.

When the boredom wins out, I sit around, staring blankly into space. Or at the new wallpaper I put up, though I don't think it's called wallpaper on a Mac... ladybugs is so cute. Before I had any applications other than what I needed to work enabled on this Mac, which went on for rather a long time, my will to live was questionable. So I started writing a good, depressing story. Now it's finished, and I've sent it to eastoftheweb.com to see if maaaaybe they'd want to publish it. If not, my will to live will again be thrown into question, so if you're reading this, eastoftheweb, think about your rejection letter.

Well, my lunch is nearly over... how to wrap this up? What's normally 30 minutes that would have been better spent sleeping, you've helped me turn into an antidote to abject boredom. Thank you.