...but not really. However, Xandros is getting me business cards. Yes, my
first official business cards. I never thought I would see the day. I
remember when I was little and going to visit my mom at work, I was always
fascinated with office stationary and whatnot. It's like a little part of me
is fulfilled now.
I haven't been writing here much lately. The general theory is that I
only write when there is something interesting to write about. Well, there
hasn't been anything interesting to write about. Work is keeping me very
busy, and outside of work I'm finishing projects -- usually away from the
computer. Whereas previously I had started many projects and there were many
interesting things to write about, now I find myself completing them, and it
Tomorrow is my twenty-fourth birthday. I can still remember a time when
there was much anticipation of presents, cake, etc. Not so anymore. Instead,
I find myself planning around what is certain to be a hectic day at the
office. Is this what being a grown-up feels like? Maybe I'll sleep in or
The latest addiction in my life is Multi Theft Auto: San Andreas. It
builds upon the multiplayer stubs in GTA:SA. The result is unbelievably
addictive multiplayer races, rallies, and deathmatches. The coolest feature,
by far, is that checkpoints can change vehicles. When a map is designed to
use the features of the engine, it makes for a pretty unique game.
Watched the final episode of this season of Battlestar Galactica.
I really don't know where this is going. I'm a little annoyed at this one.
It's possible something good will come out of the plot development, but I
can't see it right now. Unlike Star Trek, there is small likelihood
that time travel is involved or that this is a parallel universe. I have
faith in Ron Moore. Something good will come out of this. But I already miss
the ship with the UBC dome.
That's all for now; there are many little anecdotes I could type away at,
but why bother? Maybe there will be a picture next time...
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Iron Ring and Saint Patrick's Day
I have not written here in several weeks. There is no need to apologize for
the reasons, there simply have not been any worty of mention. Work has been
busy, model has been progressing, yadda, yadda, etc, etc.
However, this evening is a special occasion. Not only it is St. Pat's
day, it's also Ring Day for a whole new year of Engineers. I felt it
important to attend all of the post-ceremony activities. I'm still
inebriated from the whole experience... I find that makes for the most
honest and interesting writing.
The first thing I attended immediately after work was the Iron Ring
reception at Olivers. There were very many familiar faces, free beer, and
good times to be had. It felt, frankly, like I had never left Carleton.
After everyone had left (mostly for the Honest Lawyer), I decided to
explore the newly redesigned Unicenter. I believed it to be an unfortunate
redesign, employing modern "blue glass" architecture. It most certainly was
disappointing. However, music from upstairs drew me in. It came from Mike's
Place, the only good pub on campus. After walking around some of the new,
highly acclaimed facilities (which were, in my opinion, crap, as in, "Ooooh,
it's shiny!"), I walked into Mike's Place. Indeed, a fantastic duo
consisting of a guitar and tenor sax were playing great music. This pub has
not changed at all in my time at Carleton. Even now, a whole 6 years after
the smoking ban, Smokleen machines are still on the ceiling. The
original appearance of the Unicenter, with exposed dark brick and brown
trim, is still there. I ordered a Guinness. Efficient "Cool White" light
poured into the dark lounge from outside as the two musicians played in the
classic yellow incadescent bulbs. It was unbelievably nostalgic. Modern
architecture is a disgrace.
Eventually I pulled myself out to join everyone at the downtown pub. I
met so many people I haven't seen in about a year. It really doesn't feel
like so long. Does time slow down more and more as we get older? It seemed
that most of the people there were of my vintage. I estimate that I knew 80%
of the people in the room. One of the conversations that is worthy of
mention is with Edwin, who wanted to set his MSN-Messenger buddy icon to an
Iron Ring in light of the ceremony. He searched Google Images for "Iron
Ring". On the first result page, my entry from precisely a year ago came up.
It pictured my hand holding my then new ring. It's been a year. A whole
year. Where am I going with this life? Why does it not feel like 365
Words simply do not describe what I felt tonight. Relief, as though
nothing's changed in the last year. Sorrow, missing university and all of
the people. Accomplishment, regarding having a job that I like, not
monotonous. Jealousy: does everyone have a steady girlfriend now? Renewed
pride: I have the ring; it's a symbol of what I believe, and others
cherish it as well. Seeing and talking to everyone was simply great, plain
and simple. The only emotion left to describe tonight is joy: I really,
really enjoyed catching up with everyone.
After getting home, I wrote this. While doing so, I finished off a bottle
of vodka received at graduation last year. Appropriate.
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