Due to a karate class, my lab group didn’t meet until 10pm tonight. We expected to be in the lab for an hour. It turned out to be 4 hours. We got our damn code to work though. Finally.

It was an interesting evening. Stupidly, I asked my three group members how old they were. Two of them were 21, and the other was 20. Then I told them I was 28. I asked them if I could call them my “kids”. They said only if they could call me “pops”. We all had a good laugh at that.

About an hour before we left the lab, Curtis and I went in search for a pop machine. We had to leave the building. We saw a few people being carried home from what we assumed to the Pit. Why is that when people are having fun, I have to be in a lab?

Anyways, we left around 2am. I’m lucky my first class isn’t until 3:30pm tomorrow. Though lately, I’ve been having trouble sleeping past 9am. It’s really a hassle since I have no trouble staying awake past 3am sometimes. Why can’t I sleep in?

This is a long post, but I’ll squeeze in one more thing. Many of you know I am a big proponent of widescreen format for movies. The web site has posted a new feature on the widescreen vs. full screen debate. It tries to be neutral on the subject, but in the end, you clearly can tell they favour the widescreen format. Here’s a quote from the feature:

Full screen was the standard for years for videocassette editions and television broadcasts of feature films. As a result, most of the Star Wars generation that grew up with the saga on video in the early ’80s were very used to the cropped editions of the film. So much so that when the films were re-issued theatrically in 1997, many presumed new elements were added to the film that were in fact always there.

There are many comparisons between the fullscreen and widescreen presentations from Attack of the Clones. It’s visually quite compelling. Click here to take a look.


Hmmm… this thing still isn’t working right. Anyways, I had a long evening at the lab tonight. I met up with my three com sci buddies to hack out a group assignment we had.

We met at the lab at 7pm. We had a quick discussion of the code and then started to work. It’s amazing how much smoother things go when you talk about the code first.

About three hours later, we assembled our little pieces together and gathered around one machine. Ok, it didn’t compile at first, but five minutes later, we had an executable that ran.

This is when the problems started. While the code ran, it didn’t spit out the right output. Problems with logic are so much harder to solve than problems with syntax.

Two hours of debugging later, it was still screwed up. At midnight, we left the lab and agreed to work on it again the next day.

That’s when I went to the Village Country Style for a sandwich. Ever since I found out the Country Style was open 24/7, I’ve been looking forward to getting a late night snack from them. This was the first night.

I took home a tasty clubhouse sandwich. Their toaster was broken so I had to have untoasted bread. Bummer. Oh well, I was starving, so I didn’t care.

Man, that was like five hours tonight of just doing one assignment. Stuff that like that isn’t fun.


Well, I had to turn the post archiving off, but I can sucessfully post again. What an adventure it’s been to get all these backed up posts to publish. This is a sucky workaround, I hope Blogger gets their crap together.


Blogger appears to be suffering some long term difficulties right now. I publish my posts, but they don’t seem to be showing up right away. There’s been an error message that shows up after I post. This message has been there for days.

It just goes to show you, free stuff on the Internet can really be unreliable sometimes.


I have a poopy 10:30am class tomorrow. I hate getting up early like that. I should be in bed now.

I talked to my parents tonight. In one single phone conversation, they reminded me how glad I am that I don’t live with them anymore. Only my parents could turn one simple request into a huge production. I won’t go into the details but I fear for their safety as they are living without either myself or my sister again.

The good news is that I can confirm that my mom does not read my web site. I had a sneaking suspicion she did, but after posting pictures of my mangled thumb, she made no mention of it on the phone. If she only knew my medical experiences were being played out over the Internet.

Well, I’m off to masturbate sleep now.


Following doctor’s orders, I cleaned my wound today, and applied a new dressing. Before I wrapped it all up, I took a picture for posterity. It looks so cool, I can’t believe I actually have stitches!


Today was supposed to be a very relaxed day for me. I only had one class at 3pm followed by a 2 hour lab at 4pm. In the lab, we weren’t even expected to do anything. It was a day to get caught up on reading and other things…. well, that was the plan.

I got up around 10am and still in my PJs, I decided to toast some dinner rolls I had. I used a steak knife to cut them in half. As I went to slice open the second roll, my hand slipped, and the knife cut into right thumb. I could tell the cut was deep, but nothing to be panicky about. However, this was probably the deepest cut I’d ever had. I held the wound closed and washed it off. As I let go of the wound, it began to seep with blood. Again, I washed off the blood and kept the wound closed. I kept it that way for several minutes, hoping the blood flow would abate.

After a few minutes, I cautiously let go of the wound. The blood flow had stopped considerably, but there was still enough to cause me concern. This was going to need medical attention. Damn, I knew then my entire morning would be taken up by this.

I was still in my PJs, hair unkempt, and teeth unbrushed. Somehow with one hand, I opened two Band-Aids (TM) and applied them without letting go of the wound. With my thumb flexed, I was able to close the wound and stil have my left hand free.

Now that I had some more mobility, I managed to brush my teeth, combed my hair, and got dressed. The only problem was my shoes. I couldn’t tie with just one hand. I called Marcia and Nic down the hall, but they weren’t available. Oh well, I thought and I just stuff the laces inside my shoes.

Off I trundled to the Student Health Clinic at the hospital. I debated whether or not this was an emergency, but decided it was not. It had been five long years since I had stepped into the SHS, but there it still was, in the same place.

My wait for a doctor was quite short. A young doctor came out to get me. It looked like he was my age or even perhaps younger. In the exam room, he got me to take off the Band-Aids, and he looked at my thumb. The blood was just oozing now, rather than flowing. I asked him if I needed stitches. He said yes, probably two.

He got me to lie on the table and placed a cloth along my abdomen. I then placed my right hand on the cloth. He then went to work to get the items ready for my stitches. As I watched him get any number of gauze pads, kits, and bowls, I realized this was going to be my very first set of stitches.

When everything was ready, he turned on two examination lights, and wheeled a tray over. I swear the whole setup was straight out of ER. Next, he grabbed a swab and warned me this might sting a bit. I gathered it was going be a disinfectant or something. As he applied it, it did sting, quite a bit actually. The whole time I just looked at the ceiling.

Next, he said he was going to numb the area. This involved jabbing a needle into the area of my wound to inject the local anaestetic. This hurt like a sonofabitch! Try slicing your thumb open and then having a needle jammed into the area. He did this on either side of the wound. Seconds later, I felt my entire thumb go numb.

He then wiped my entire thumb area and index finger with what I believed to iodine or some other germ killer. The thread and needle came out next, I actually didn’t watch him put in the stitches. Three stitches later, he applied Neosporin to the area. A bandage came on next. Followed by a gauze wrap. He wrapped it around my entire hand for stability, so I looked like a prizefighter afterwards.

He said I was done, but a nurse would be in afterwards to give me a tetanus shot. I thanked him for his care and he left. The whole time I was thinking how young this guy was. He could have easily been Dave Shu’s age, who is doctor friend of mine, and he’s a year younger than me.

The nurse then came in and gave me a tetanus shot on my right arm. Strangely, this was the least painful part of my day.

With that, I was allowed to leave. It was 12:30pm. What a great start to the day.

I have to change the dressing in 24 hours and come back in 7 to 10 days to get the stitches removed.

I took a picture of my hand, look below.

I was told the name of the movie would not appear on the hotel bill