Mines Goggles

Quick Note: On The Use of a Phrase

noreply@blogger.com (Ale.X) — Fri, 26 Jan 2007 07:20:00 +0000

It occurred to me today that there's no point in ever using the phrase...

"you'll be the first one to know"

...because, almost invariably the party being informed will, in fact, not be the first to know. The party making the offer of post-discovery information sharing will be the first with access to whatever new-found knowledge comes about. Often, the informed party is twice or even three times removed from the actual source of information. You're promising first hand knowledge to somebody when your true intentions are to give them tired, watered-down old news. Anybody who's read any Plato or played a game of Telephone knows this to be a bad thing with possibly disastrous consequences. To hell with common usage. I'm extricating this phrase from my speech starting today. For those of you who would like to join the revolution, here are some possible replacements:

"You'll be the second (third, fourth, seventy-fifth... be truthful, damnit!) to know."

"I'll let you know when I do."

"As soon as I know and then tell you, then you'll know too."

or,

"I told you already, Ma, we're not keeping it even if it is a boy."

I hope this has been as informative and fun for you as it was for me. Thank you for your time and support.

Man vs. Mouse 2007 Update

noreply@blogger.com (Ale.X) — Fri, 26 Jan 2007 00:42:00 +0000

So it turns out there were actually three (at least) mice in the apartment. Anyway, here's the updated score:

Alex: 2
Mice: 5
Wutang: 1

With Alex bringing in another old-school mouse-trap kill and Wu actually snagging a mouse (probably one with Down Syndrome) in his glue trap. We'll keep you posted.

Man vs. Mouse 2007

noreply@blogger.com (Ale.X) — Mon, 22 Jan 2007 00:30:00 +0000

I'd just like to take this opportunity to announce the results of the first annual Man vs. Mouse tournament. The battle took place over a two week span beginning on January 6th and ending in the early morning hours of January 20th. Of the four invited competitors, three chose to compete. Following is an overview of the competitors:

Competitor Name: Alex Hughson, a.k.a. The Exterminator
Representing: Missoula, MT: The Garden City

Weapon of Choice: Peanut Butter (Creamy), Spring Trap

Stats: Weight: 160 lb Height: 6'1" Age: 20 yr

Competitor Name: Mousey McGee, a.k.a. Mr. Squeakers, a.k.a. (insert cliche rodent name here)
Representing: Order Rodentia

Weapon of Choice: Teeth, Cuteness

Stats: Weight: 4 oz Height: 1" Age: 7 mo

Competitor Name: Ruobing Wu, a.k.a. The Wutang Clan

Representing: The People's Republic of China

Weapon of Choice: Chemically Bated Glue Trap

Stats: Weight: 145 lb Height: 5'10" Age: 20 yr

Mousey McGee, having had a week to set the arena in his favor began the tournament by eating one of Alex's shirts, the inside of Alex's ski helmet, and a part of Ruobing's mattress, thoroughly humiliating the human competitors. The contest raged on for weeks, without either side gaining a noticeable advantage. The tide began to turn when Wutang brought five glue traps into play. However, Mr. Squeakers managed to push a trap across the room without so much as a hair being stuck to the adhesive paste. The decisive move came when Alex placed four old-school, nostalgic mouse traps in the arena. Our mouse friend coudln't help but dine on the delicious peanut butter bait. In fact, he managed to finish off the first three trap-fulls of creamy peanut butter without triggering the mechanism. He finally met his demise, however, in Alex's room when his hunger got the best of him and the fourth trap closed mercilessly. Alex didn't even wake up.

So, the final score of the 2007 Man vs. Mouse competition are:

Ruobing Wu: 0
Alex Hughson: 1
Mousey McGee: 4

Mousey McGee currently resides in the apartment trash can, but could not comment on his win, as his mouth was full of peanut butter and he was dead. Alex will be accepting the trophy on Mousey's behalf at a ceremony later this week. Stay tuned for more action.

Prices Higher in HI and AK

noreply@blogger.com (Ale.X) — Wed, 17 Jan 2007 06:37:00 +0000

I was just watching television and stumbled across a Burger King ad featuring the Jr. Whopper (not to be mistaken for the Worden's Whoppa of Missoula, Montana deli fame) which is a staple of the BK dollar menu. In any case, on the little splash screen at commercial's end, I noticed, written in only the tiniest of letters, "Prices Higher in HI and AK."

I would just like to take this opportunity to apologize on the behalf of Burger King to the residents of Hawaii and Alaska. Without the two of you, the rest of us wouldn't be the 'lower 48.' We'd just be... 'the 48,' which sounds kind of lame to me... I suppose this is mostly thanks to Alaska, as Hawaii isn't really above so much as to the West, but I'm digressing.

Now, I'm not apologizing for the actual fact that the Whopper Jr. is more costly to the residents of these disconnected, far-away states. If you've ever tried to drive a truck full of hamburger meat past a gang of wily polar bears, you'd understand. No, I'm apologizing for the way in which the information was presented to you. Now, usually we don't bother to tell you two things like this. Mostly, we hope you'll figure it out on your own. (Hawaii, Nebraska wasn't hitting on you when he licked his teeth and winked at you. You've had spinach in your teeth for like the entire night.) But this time, you deserved a head's up. And it was given, but poorly. The extra 17 cents tacked onto your Whopper Jr.'s called for a at least a 32 point font, not the measly 8 points you received. We won't be sending out any reparations, as you both have a wealth of seals, which we feel makes up for any shortcomings on our part. Still, I hope you will accept my sincerest apologies.

Yours always,
Alex

Ben's Down Home Chupacobbler Recipe

noreply@blogger.com (Ale.X) — Thu, 04 Jan 2007 08:13:00 +0000

I was back in Missoula last week and reminded of how completely ridiculous my friends are. One topic of discussion was the chupacobbler, a mythical, middle-American pastry which, supposedly, sucks the life out of livestock-based pastries and pies (the only one that comes to mind being chicken-pot). That being said, here's a recipe for Ben's famous Chupacobbler:

INGREDIENTS:

1 stick (1/2 cup) butter
3/4 cup sugar
3/4 cup milk
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 cup self-rising flour
2 cups fresh chupacabra

PREPARATION:

Melt butter in a shallow 2-quart baking dish. Mix together flour, sugar, vanilla, and milk to make a batter; pour over the hot melted butter. Do not stir. Arrange chupacabra evenly over the top. Bake at 375° for 45 minutes, or until top is nicely browned.

SERVING:

Let stand for 5 minutes. Serve chupacobbler immediately: warm, à la mode. Do not store chupacobbler with beef, pork, or poultry.

Threadless: Cool Shirts for Cool Cats

noreply@blogger.com (Ale.X) — Tue, 08 Aug 2006 22:22:00 +0000

So I was in the airport earlier this week when I noticed a guy sporting a t-shirt with the best design I've seen in a long, long time. After a day of Internet investigation and some help from Flickr, I found out that the shirt came from Threadless, a lovely sort of social t-shirt
creating collective. The design, "Pandamonuim," was unfortunately sold out, but I did find a few others that I chose to buy, including "I'd Hit It" (With the Penguins) and "Loch Ness Imposter." Definitely check them out if you have a few minutes, some extra cash and a need for shiny new shirts.

On top of that, Threadless has something called "StreetTeam" going on in the background which is an extremely well implemented credit-based social marketing program. For instance, if any of you click this LINK, you'll be taken to the main page. If, once there, you decide to buy a shirt (you'd be cooler if you did) I get a few credits with which to buy more shirts. Diabolical, no?

Anyway, hope some of you get as turned on to this thing as I am.

-Al.X

Well damn...

noreply@blogger.com (Ale.X) — Sat, 22 Jul 2006 16:17:00 +0000

Something crazy happened so all my little extras are gone from the page. Probably for the best anyway. I'll put the flickr badge and music list up again, but we'll see how close I can get to returning the blog to the eighth-grader-esque melange it once was.

Mines Goggles Puts on its Shiny Shoes

noreply@blogger.com (Ale.X) — Thu, 25 May 2006 05:21:00 +0000

Two new things to mention right now:

1. - First, Alex can be cool and audioblog now, either by hosting audio through 'Springdoo' - as you can see in action for the Sudoku Samurai poem below - or by posting directly to this blog from my cell. Not that cool, but certainly cooler than the other new tidbit.

2. - Second, I added a little chat box... waaay at the bottom of the page, because the thing doesn't look good anywhere else. I had a talk with the founder, though, they're fixing it up for me as we speak. Check them out at Gabbly.com if you'd like. Anyway, if anybody... happens to be looking at Mines Goggles at the same time as somebody else - unlikely - they can talk about how amazing I am... or just leave an angry message for me to check out later.

This is what boredom in the Springs leads to... Missoula on Saturday, baby!

Poetry Corner: Sudoku Samurai

noreply@blogger.com (Ale.X) — Wed, 24 May 2006 19:46:00 +0000

Yay for inspiration. I wrote this little beauty during finals week at Mines. Anyway, you know that Sudoku craze that's sweeping the nation? So do I. I'll be trying to make myself write poetry once I get through some romantic drama and get settled into the gorgeous city of Missoula, Montana. But for now, this is all I've got:

Sudoku Samurai

Treacherous intellectual fad!
You have created a false elite
with a mastery of the mundane
and an illusion, a false sense of
morning mathematical accomplishment.

Addition and determination,
are the sole requisite skills
to fill your cavernous maw
with the 1s, 9s, 4s, and 7s
that rightfully belong to us.

You were once a forgotten bastard,
son of the noble newspaper crossword.
And you will seep - numerically - back
into a blessed, puzzling obscurity.
But until that day, you curse the world
in your restricted tongue of numbers.

- Audio: Sudoku Samurai

Hope I haven't lost it after two years of calculus, physics, thermodynamics, and beginning volleyball. Either way, you can hear an audio clip of me reading Sudoku Samurai by following the link above. Out for now.

We work, we bleed, we eat, we sleep, the earth, the trees, we need to keep, observe, then breathe in deep, to speak these words.

noreply@blogger.com (Ale.X) — Tue, 11 Apr 2006 00:52:00 +0000

This last weekend was E-Days at Mines... Maui Wow-E-Days, to be specific... and gay. Whoever was organizing this thing was an idiot, but oh well. Here's a rundown of the events:

Fireworks show - Thursday night originally, postponed until Friday. Absolutely amazing... especially since the guy lighting the ground explosions cought his leg on fire. Half sticks of dynamite going off in a football stadium are sexy, too.

Everclear concert - Friday following fireworks. Terrible live show + energy-less Mines crowd + 'giggity bitch' lead singer = sub par concert.

Mexico party - Sausage fest... as expected.

Comedians Daniel Tosh and some other guy - Hilarious. I love Daniel Tosh and the other guy was good too... "My mom's from Seattle and my dad's Catholic... so I like to fuck little boys in the rain?"

Swollen Members and Sweatshop Union concert - Sunday night. Not part of E-days, but easily the sweatiest event I've ever been to. Hosted at the Fox Theater in Boulder, this was seriously the best concert I've ever been to... except when Derek and I had to lift up a fat chick who was trying to crowd surf... my back hurts.

Mass and Energy Balances class - 8:00 a.m. Monday... plus a quiz... yay steam tables!

V-day, VP Shooting, Long-Winded Engineers, and an Earth Systems Test

noreply@blogger.com (Ale.X) — Thu, 16 Feb 2006 07:05:00 +0000

Valentines day... I always cry on Valentines day. Not this one, though. How could anyone cry? Seriously, it's been less than 100 hours since Vice President Dick Cheney shot a 78 year old man in the face. If that doesn't bring a smile to your face, I don't know what will.

Anyway, I haven't done one of those really bloggish blog entries lately (ever), so I thought I'd treat everybody to a nice dose of tedium. Here was my schedule for the day:

1. Impregnate no less than 4 women.
2. Wake up.
3. Fight Ninjas.
4. Shower.
5. Fight Ninjas in shower... naked.
6. Wrestle a hurricane to the ground.
7. Free Tibet
8. Release hurricane in Tibet.
9. Dictate blog entry to team of supermodels.
10. Eat a burrito.
11. Go to bed.

And for those of you still reading, here's the actual 11-step plan to a day in the life of Alex.

1. Wake up.
2. Talk to my buddy Celine.
3. Study ass off for Earth Systems exam.
4. Take Earth Systems exam.
5. Make a 1.5 hour conference call to the two most long-winded engineers ever.
6. Eat a burrito.
7. Discuss democratic development.
8. Come up with a better money-lending strategy than those used by the WTO and World Bank in 15 minutes.
9. Watch Carpenter's "The Thing" (best worst horror movie ever).
10. Watch Daily Show and Colbert report.
11. Go to bed.

And could somebody tell me how Earth Systems will help me in my career as a chemical engineer? Well, at least I know how to avoid the seven deadliest manifestations of an earthquake... Wait... Damnit! What was number 4?

Who has the time?

noreply@blogger.com (Ale.X) — Thu, 09 Feb 2006 04:57:00 +0000

Not the real time... it's currently 21:59. I mean, who has the time to write "lame....... you never got any poon in yo life son...you have no idea do you lol" 27 times in the comments section of my last post? Somebody did. And that's the kind of action that'll keep America from going communist... or something. So to everybody who wants to waste a solid two minutes of their time in order to waste two seconds of mine: "Piss off!"

Just to be Trite...

noreply@blogger.com (Ale.X) — Sun, 29 Jan 2006 22:57:00 +0000

People always say they want the proverbial "lady on the street but a freak in the bed." You know what? Screw that. I want a girl who's bat-shit insane with lust when we're together in public but turns into a complete prude when we end up alone. Here's how it might play out:

Alex: No, no, Sally. Could you please get your hand out of there? I'm sorry, I don't know what gets into her.

Sally: You look so hot tonight, Alex... I'm not wearing any underwear. Did you notice?

Alex: It's only three in the afternoon, Sally. And no I didn't noti - Oh, yeah, I see now. Honey, could you please pull your skirt back down?

Bank Employee: [clears throat] As you can see, option one provides you with more liquidity and -

Sally: Oh, speaking of liquid. Alex, I'm thirsty...

Alex: Then go get some - Oh my! Sally, not here.

Bank Employee: Do you two need to be alone? I could -

Alex: [zips back up] No, please. I'm sorry. We really need to get this out of the way this week.

Bank Employee: Alright... [glances at Sally]

Sally: [smiles back innocently]

Bank Employee: Option number two on the other hand would allow you to - My God!

Sally: Take me now!

Alex: Jesus, Sally! Please get down. I'm sure Mr... [looks around at nametag]... Peterson needs those papers for something.

Bank Employee: [standing] I have never... ahem... my desk... [shakes head in disbelief and leaves office]

Alex: Why do you always do this to us, Sally? [sits on desk beside Sally] Hmm... Do you think these walls are soundproof?

Sally: [putting shirt back on] I'm not sure what you mean.

Alex: You know... [does fist pump and winks]

SLAP!

-Scene-

Nice Voice, No-Voice

noreply@blogger.com (Ale.X) — Sat, 21 Jan 2006 00:28:00 +0000

You know what I hate? Streptococcus bacteria - annoying little bastards. Well, I can't really blame the fact that my voice is comepletely gone of strep... since I'm not sure I'm actually sick. Whatever, though. Point is, the only way I can make myself heard is through the internet...which is sort of poetic... kind of... but mostly just lame.

Anyway, We're hoping to get the newly-revamped Volk Bouldering Club T-shirts out sometime within the next couple weeks. Here's the current design:

...Should be pretty bomb-ass, if I do say so myself. Oh, and to anyone who's taken advantage of me during my period of...not-talking-ness, trust me. I will not hesitate to kick you in the mouth.
Peace, lovers.

Poetry Corner: Revolution Unzipped: Voice of the Pantsless

noreply@blogger.com (Ale.X) — Thu, 22 Dec 2005 05:43:00 +0000

I just realized that I never posted what is probably the best poem I've ever written. It's a foray into the many offenses against humanity that have been perpetrated by the iron-cuffed ruling class... pants. If you think you're not interested in reading poetry right now, then think again! Down your trousers and remember: "Prose before hos." So, without further ado, I present...

Revolution Unzipped: Voice of the Pantsless

I invoke your spirit, Thomas Paine,
for you once dealt with a crisis
similar to the plague we now face.
"Common Sense" released us
from the chafing grasp of a corrupt king,
saved us from the Redcoats.
But it will take divine knowledge
to break us from our current chains.

Friends, comrades, we are living
under the false pretenses
of a puppet government.
We are the last pocket of resistance
against a cruel and unjust ruler.
Too long have we been persecuted,
oppressed by pants, shackled by shorts.
We must struggle to escape
the verticle stripes of corduroys
the prison bars holding humanity.

The enemy is no longer stiff,
brittle as the metal pants of yore,
but dynamic, ever-changing.
Pantaloons become breeches,
trousers, acid wash jeans,
Hammer pants, and Bermuda shorts.

They have invaded every facet of life,
snow pants for the arctic climes,
waders for the aquatic. We must take up arms
against the seperation of knees,
seperate but equal. Battle for the peacable
assembly of thighs and our constitutional
right to bare legs. Free your families
from the captivity of Capris.

The two-legged bacteria have evolved,
diversified, even developed stain resistance.
But we still have the power, the freedom,
to press the pant menace from existance
before it rides up the ass of America.

-

Et voila. If anybody wants the poem read at some socialite party or congressional meeting, I'd be happy to read. If however I am unable to attend, I recommend Samuel L. Jackson as my understudy of sorts.

Catch-ya. I'm ghost like Swayze.

The Ferris Wheel

noreply@blogger.com (Ale.X) — Thu, 22 Dec 2005 05:00:00 +0000

Right, well... here's installment number two of whatever it is I'm doing with this blog right now...

(Original Photo lifted shamelessly from Flickr)

Joey Two-Tone

noreply@blogger.com (Ale.X) — Wed, 21 Dec 2005 06:57:00 +0000

Hmm... Time for me to do something creative... but not too creative. I know, I'll start adding text to other people's pictures to make them funny. Yeah! That's what I'll do.

(I'll give credit where credit is due... I suppose.
This photo was originally from This Guy on Flickr.)

Mines Goggles 2.0

noreply@blogger.com (Ale.X) — Wed, 21 Dec 2005 04:07:00 +0000

Two days of skiing at Keystone and an updated blog... what else could a boy want?

Cake. That's what... but I digress.

Let me run through the list of updates for y'all.

First of all, you may have noticed the music that started playing when you loaded up Mines Goggles (Click the square if you want it to stop, the double arrow to go to the next song... if you don't know the drill by now, then screw you.). I've embedded a nice little flash media player in the Blogger bar that links to my Webjay playlist, so you have to listen to what I want you to. Currently, the playlist is as follows:

1. Chris Parnell and Andy Samberg - "Lazy Sunday" (A hilarious SNL rap about the
Chronic-WHAT-cles of Narnia)
2. Annoying Webjay ad
3. Calexico - "Guero Canelo" (A different version than I'd heard before, but free and legal)
4. Dangerdoom - "Benzie Box"
5. Fall Out Boy - "Dance, Dance" (We all know it and love it)

I suppose I'll try to switch it up once in a while, but it's tough to find and use good songs that aren't copyright-infringing.

Next, I'm trying to switch up the little quotes under the "Mines Goggles" title every now and then in a lame attempt to keep myself occupied (idle hands being the devil's playground and all...)

Finally and, coincidentally, at the bottom of the page is the Technorati... thing. You can now easily search through the content on my blog, view my Technorati profile, and see what sites link to mine (none right now...sad face). Perhaps most importantly is the pagerank (PR) icon at the very bottom. If it ever gets up past, say, 2, then I'm officially a geek. For the time being, though, I'm just an internet wastrel...which is good... I think.

Al.X out!

An Explanation

noreply@blogger.com (Ale.X) — Thu, 15 Dec 2005 21:30:00 +0000

Earlier today, I was harangued by "D." "Cap'n Action" Grimm about my lack of posts since October and I thought my loyal viewers deserved an explanation (even you, homeless, Internet-cafe dwelling, greasy-haired, pirate-lookin' guy with shingles). It follows:

NOVEMBER IS A COMMUNIST!

That's right, people. November's a goddamn kitten humping pinko bastard. Just look at what November does to the trees:

I bet that tree wishes it was in China... poor misled sprite... It had such a shining democratic future ahead of it before it was taken in by November's communist ploys... promises of universal health care and social equity coursing through its now-vermillion* lifeblood.

Let this be a lesson to you, children. You may have to endure your share of hanging-chads, but eventually democracy will prevail. Jesus wanted it that way. And remember, a red heart is no good without the whites of your eyes to lead it and the blue of the sky to contain it.

*Vermillion is a fancy word for red, you uncultured swine.

Random Quotes

noreply@blogger.com (Ale.X) — Tue, 11 Oct 2005 01:02:00 +0000

Here're some random quotes that've been floating around my mind lately that I thought I'd share with the collective Internet.

"Graphs are fun and learning!" - (Therodynamics homework conclusion)

"I'm not Fred Flintstone, but I'll have sex with you." - (No explanation)

"Nice shot, No-Shot."
"Eat cock, No-Cock." - (Beer Pong banter)

"You just got beat by a drunk guy!" (Mr Mustafalees in Halo)

"I can't believe that's not butter" (Dan, with reference to the chemical structure for margarine)

A New Addition

noreply@blogger.com (Ale.X) — Fri, 07 Oct 2005 18:38:00 +0000

You may have noticed the beautiful Flickr.com "badge" over there on the right. I copy/pasted the code myself *shines imaginary apple on shirt*. Anyway, it showcases and links to my Flickr photos... which should be multiplying slowly. That's all for now. Peace.

Tech Geeking

noreply@blogger.com (Ale.X) — Fri, 07 Oct 2005 05:33:00 +0000

I think it's time to take this blog in a slightly geekier direction... the way it was supposed to go originally. Lately I've been relapsing into geek mode more and more. I suppose it's due to the lack of available social entertainment here at Mines. Whatever.

Before I get my nerd on, I'd like to announce the current Sausage Factory standings:
Game 1: S.F. vs Fighting Owls - Win, 18-5
Game 2: S.F. vs Death Squad - Loss, 10-14
Game 3: S.F. vs FCA - Win, 11-6 (or something of the sort)
Game 4: S.F. vs Shadow - (forecasted) Win 15-7
Game 5 S.F. vs Sigma Nu A - (forecasted) Win 9-8

I'm just guessing we'll win the next two games... the Sig. Nu game should be a thriller, eh? I'll keep you loyal fans posted.

Anyway, here's the list of what's keeping my geek quotient up lately:

-First of all, after a month or so break, I'm back on the Halo 2 scene... still kicking ass and taking names (currently a lvl 27 in Team Slayer, thank you), though Mr Mustafalees seems to be significantly better and Dr Dru seems to have gotten a lot worse. This online game thing does seem to be a decent way to keep in touch with old friends and a good way to waste time with new ones.

-Trillian's automation functions. Along with a plugin I got from ceruleanstudios.com, there's actually a fair amount of stuff that can be accomplished to make Trillian smoother and more personalized. Nice mousegesture/hotkey commands are giving my computer that edge they were missing. And the ability to play sounds for any imagineable trigger is nice as well...

-"I keep hearing this loop of mus-Oh, god, playing around with Audacity. Jesus." Those are WuTang's thoughts on my newly discovered (and free) music editing program. I used this to clear some fuzz from live jazz recordings, cut stupid silences and lame track extending bullshit from otherwise good songs, and to amplify some overly quiet songs I had in the library. Mostly, though, I've been cutting small clips from songs to combine with Trillian's automation. Now whenever Erik signs in, I hear the riff from "Feel Good Inc," when Dan signs in, the Ghetto Boys yell "Die mother fuckers, die motherfuckers, still," and when anybody says "midget" in an IM, a clip from Benefit's "If I Owned a Midget" melts from my system.

-Finally, Flickr. If anything has a chance of filling the void left after my disillusionment of Facebook caused by CERTAIN events (D, you know what I'm talking about), it's Flickr, newly purchased by Yahoo. A sort of photoblog community, I think it should keep me busy for weeks... or until my free hosting limit runs out for the month.

Volk Bouldering Club

noreply@blogger.com (Ale.X) — Sat, 17 Sep 2005 22:27:00 +0000

Well, well, another exciting Friday night at Mines. The Sausage Factory (Shirts Coming Soon - Order Yours Today) had a stunning victory last evening: 17-4 versus the Fighting Owls. Perhaps more importantly, the Volk Bouldering Club had its second meeting. Note the picture.

As with the Sausage Factory, T-shirts are on the way. Here's the currently proposed logo.

Sweet. Peace.

The Humble Abode

noreply@blogger.com (Ale.X) — Tue, 30 Aug 2005 15:49:00 +0000

Here're a few pictures of the ritzy apartment I'm currently staying in with WuTang and D. The first one is the living room, the second is my room. They're a little dark... speaking to both my skill as a photographer and my laziness. Note the Frisbees above the window.

And the door's always open... more or less, so check us out.

WTFuck, Mines?

noreply@blogger.com (Ale.X) — Sun, 28 Aug 2005 19:49:00 +0000

No, really, what the fuck? So Mines is supposed to be a geek school and whatnot. We have a top of the line campus computing center filled gratuitiously with geeks. Somehow, even with their hard work the Mines network manages to suck. I'm typing right now knowing I have approximately five minutes before the DHCP (whatever) server gives another computer my IP address and I get kicked out. Damnit. I went ot he center where a helpful consultant managed to configure my laptop for the wireless network... the campus wide one that doesn't cover the whole campus... most importantly Mines Park... where my laptop is 99% of the time. Thanks a bunch. We'll see if this even gets published, I guess. Damn. Weird part is everything that could possibly be the problem with my wired connection works in a seperate context... so there's no way to pinpoint what's wrong. Fuck technology. *Answers cell phone, turns up stereo, grabs coke from refrigerator, uses guillotine to behead infidel*

AL.X OUT