It's a shame I can't actually buy anything off the web that's a novelty (parents translate into "useless") until I'm on my own. There are so many t-shirts that I will never be able to get anywhere else. Recently (3 minutes ago), I was looking around the Mozilla store. That black Mozilla shirt is awesome. The Mozilla dino in the star makes it look nice. So that's another thing I want over the Internet. Will they never stop producing things I want to buy?

It's inexplicable. I hadn't done anything to my VM, and it still manages to screw everything over, in classic Windows style. It's the 1000000th time I've reinstalled all of its apps and everything still won't work. Maybe it's Chris Tomlin's Arriving, but I want that bloody CD on my Net MD.

Two more years. Two more years. Surely, by then I'll be able to afford a hard drive mp3 player. Oh please oh please.

I don't like labs. It always seems that with labs, anything that can go wrong does. That and the stupid observations. There's not much to bloody describe. It's yellow and it's crystal-like. Nothing extraordinary happens that is noteworthy. How the hell am I supposed to write this thing up? And I hate it when none of the teachers you've ever had teaches you why you do things a certain way or even doing them. Curses.

I think I forgot how to write a character sketch. Odysseus, son of Laertes, the Great Tactician, favoured by Athena.
Heck, I think I forgot how to write "properly" for the high school setting for marks.
Back to grade 9 we goooooooooooo.

<em>This is America. People do whatever the [%$#@] they feel like doing, you got a problem with that? Because they have a right to. And because they have guns and no one can [%$@#]ing stop them. As a result, this country has one of the worst economies in the world. When it gets down to it – talking trade balances here – once we've brain-drained all our technology into other countries, once things have evened out, they're making cars in Bolivia and microvave owens in Tadzhikistan and selling them here – once our edge in natural resources has been made irrelevant by giant Hong Kong ships and dirigibles that can ship North Dakota all the way to New Zealand for a nickel – once the Invisible Hand has taken all those historical inequities and smeared them out into a broad global layer of what a Pakistani brickmaker would consider to be prosperity – y'know what? There's only four things we do better than anyone else:<ul><li>music</li><li>movies</li><li>microcode (software)</li><li>high-speed pizza delivery </li></ul></em>

I absolutely love whatever I've read so far of Neal Stephenson's <em>Snow Crash</em>. It is hilarious. And it deals with hacker subculture so nicely. And the humour is awesome too. The whole pizza in thirty minutes thing or they get the pizza for free, your life, your car, and file a lawsuit. I love that book.

<em>The number 65,536 is an awkward figure to everyone except a hacker, who recognizes it more readily than his own mother's date of birth: It happens to be a power of 2^16 power to be exact — and even the exponent 16 is equal to 2, and 4 is equal to 2^2. Along with 256; 32,768; and 2,147,483,648; 65,536 is one of the foundation stones of the hacker universe, in which 2 is the only really important number because that's how many digits a computer can recognize. One of those digits is 0, and the other is 1. Any number that can be created by fetishistically multiplying 2s by each other, and subtracting the occasional 1, will be instantly recognizable to a hacker.</em>