I hate my hair right now. It’s like a bird’s nest. I actually think there’s a bird in there. I tried to book an appointment with my hair-shortening person this week. She was all booked up. The earliest appointment I got was next Thursday. Lame hair until then.
I have just returned from McDonald’s after having a post-midterm meal with my classmate Diamond Dave. We each had a McChicken meal as a reward for all our hard work. Ha. The midterm itself was alright. I was pretty scared at the beginning. There eight questions, the first seven were worth five marks and the last one worth fifteen, for a total of fifty marks.
As I started writing, it was clear the prof was being nice to us. I finished the first seven questions in about 20 minutes. The last question was kind of tricky, but I did the best I could. When I was done, there was till 25 minutes left in the exam. I checked over my paper and handed it in. I went back to my stuff, collecting my things and went to leave. As I passed by my prof, he had already marked the first page of my exam. He gave me full marks for the first three questions. I gave him a thumbs-up (hi Adam and Bryan!) and left. Dave later joked it would be funny if those were the only marks I got on the exam.
I saw my neighbour Chris outside my apartment as I was coming home. He was having a smoke. We had a nice neighbourly chat about school and post-school related things. He even offered to give me a few names of people that worked at EA. Nice.
I am going to take it easy for the rest of the evening. I have an assignment to mark for tomorrow. Otherwise, I am free to spend my evening as I wish. What a rarity. I guess I should use some of the time to think about our room crawl theme.
I write my second to last (that’s penultimate for you dictionary nerds) midterm tomorrow. It’s also the first midterm of the year for me. Being a grad student does have its perks somtimes. After that, it’s one more midterm to go and no more for the rest of my degree.
In other news, my parents bought a new TV. I think my sister said it was a 32″ one. I know my parents don’t have that kind of money. My parents have never been good at saving. I think part of the reason they had kids was that they could just let us take care of them. I should try the same thing with my kids.
There’s a room crawl scheduled for Friday at SJC. I’ve teamed up with Joel to host the first floor kitchen. We’re trying to come up with a theme for our drinks. Joel and I came up with the idea of the “toilet bowl”. In clear plastic cups, we’d put in a length of an “Oh Henry” chocolate bar and a splash of vodka. Bottoms up! I don’t think we’re really going to have that as our drinks. Yet, any other ideas escape us. Suggestions?
The guy that re-starts my web and mail server everytime it goes down is getting married. Stephen is his name. I’ve known Stephen since 1994, when we were both living in Hamber House over at Place Vanier. Back then, I was a frazzled second year engineering student, he was just a young pup in first year engineering.
Stephen also holds the distinction of the only guy to have ever travelled to Las Vegas with me. I’ve been to Vegas once, back in November 1999. We went on business to Comdex. We did not manage to ride the .com boom to countless millions (as evidenced by the Big Extra I had for dinner tonight). We also did not manage to have much fun in Vegas. Can you believe I did not have a single drink in Vegas that time? Criminal.
Anyways, Stephen has invited me to a little wedding reception he’s having in town in mid-March. He’s actually getting married in Hawaii and I even got invited to that, but I have to get my own airfare… and accomodation. The shindig here is for all his local friends and acquaintances, and that includes Jason. Who’s Jason? He’s the guy that actually owns the web and mail server I use.
I am quivering in anticipation of this meeting. This will be my opportunity to propose a plan to upgrade prometheus so that my site and e-mail will become many times more reliable. I will offer to pay for some of the upgrades. At that time, I will also ask for a few things I want tweaked on the server. Things like new rims, some fuzzy dice, and a new spoiler.
I can’t wait. Oh, and I’ll congratulate Stephen on getting married too.
Ever since search engines started offering searches not just for web pages, but also for images, the occurrences of something called “hotlinking” has risen dramatically.
For some of you who host images on your web site, you might already know what this is. Hotlinking is essentially the act of linking to images on another person’s web site. You can do this linking on a web page or even a post on a bulletin board. For example, let’s say a teenage girl just made her very own first web page on Geocities. Say this girl also likes Will Ferrell. Said girl searches the Internet for pictures of Mr. Ferrell and finds one on erwintang.com. She then directly links the image from her page to my site. So whenever anyone views her web page, my server passes along the image to the browser.
This bandwidth theft, since most web hosting plans are charged by the amount of traffic the server must handle. Web site owners wind up footing the bill for other people’s web pages.
There are many things a web site owner can do to prevent hotlinking. The first is simply to rename the image file, but then you also have to change all the .html files on your own server which refer to that image file. There are also some changes to server config files you can make, but that’s all boring.
The fun thing to do is to switch the existing image file with another image file that the hotlinker never expected. You can put anything in place of the original file. Because of this, you can get that person in lots of trouble but most web site owners are nice.
As an example, take a look at what someone hotlinked to on a bulletin board devoted to the soap opera Passions. Below you’ll see that he used a picture of Will Sasso as Kenny Rogers as his signature. That image resides on my server.
To have some fun, I switched the image to something else, though I could have been way more naughty.
I’ve currently have the old switcheroo going on three sites right now. Usually people see what I’ve done and then take down the link. If they don’t I might just rename the file and that’ll be the end of it. If I’m feeling really bored, I might change the picture to something risque.
Who knew having a web site would be so fun?
“Star Trek fans have planned a protest outside Paramount Studios because they’ve decided to cancel the series Enterprise. Police say if the protesters get unruly, they’ll use tear gas…. or release a woman into the crowd.”
As most of you know, Google is an extremely powerful search tool. If it’s on the Internet, their Googlebot can probably find it.
What is amusing is taking a look at all the different ways Google points people to my site. Here is a list of the five most recent Google search terms that people used to get to some part of my site:
kyle boon
Ewok celebration theme lyrics
gajecki reunion
amelie’s haircut
yub nub
My suggestion for lunch was featured today at Greg William’s lunch at the Village blog. Note the actual price is $5.30 with tax and not $5.62 as posted.
I am back at my apartment on-campus. I didn’t get a damn thing done while at my parents’ place. Nor did I get to take advantage of having a car and going to places like Wal-Mart (evil, I know), Future Shop, or Ikea.
Upon re-entering my apartment after a few days absence, I discovered how stagnant the air is in here. Smells like an ancient tomb. I’ve decided I’m going to buy a air purifier/cleaner tomorrow. Not an expensive one, but one that at least uses a HEPA filter.
Oh, if you’re bored, take a spin around www.carlernst.com. Carl, you should have told me sooner about the site. I like the pic in the lab coat.
Well, it’s one of those years where I find myself without female companionship for Valentine’s Day. Weep not for me though because it’s really not a big deal. I’m not one of those types that rails against society for having a day where couples are celebrated but single people get nothing. Who cares really? In fact, I’ve come up a little tradition for Valentine’s Day for one.
I start off the evening by cooking myself a delicious, healthy meal. Something I really like, maybe pasta with some meat, steamed vegetables, bread, and cookies for dessert. I have a bottle of red wine on hand and maybe I’ll have a glass with dinner.
After I’ve satisfied my hunger for food, I usually depart from the dining room table and retreat to my couch in front of the TV. I make sure that the wine is with me. As I polish off the bottle of wine, I’ll watch something entertaining like Dateline or 60 Minutes II. As the wine takes effect and should the fancy strike me (and it doesn’t necessarily), I’ll begin to practice the ancient and revered art of self-love.
When I regain the strength to get off the couch, I’ll most likely then get in my car and drive off to the nearest 7-11. While there, I’ll buy a two-litre bottle of Mountain Dew and a pack of Pizza Pops. When I get back home, I’ll heat up three or four of the Pizza Pops and start up the latest computer game I’m playing. It’s then computer games and Mountain Dew until I pass out on my keyboard. Another great Valentine’s Day!
Editor’s note: Try to spot all the items I actually don’t own in the post I just wrote.