Fun With Hydraulics!
Alright, it was effing COLD today. What ever happened to global warming? Huh?! I COULD USE SOME GLOBAL WARMING RIGHT NOW! Highs in the teens tomorrow? What the freak is that? I thought the world was going to melt or something. Gosh, I mean it snowed this morning. It actually bloody snowed! At any rate, in order to be even remotely comfortable, I had to wear a fleece thingy (jacket? I don't really know what it's called), a hoodie, a down coat, and leather gloves. I'd go so far as to say it was disturbingly cold. Then again, when it comes to low temperatures, I'm about as much of a pansy as they come. I hate cold. What I hate even more is a lack of heat. And when the sun is shining brightly (which I almost just spelled "britefully" before catching myself being fooled) and it's still frigging cold, I can't help feeling like someone out there in the cosmos is trying to spite me.
That wasn't really what I sat down to write about. I figured I might make a mention of the notable shift in weather over the past, say, 48 hours. But what I actually wanted to deal with in this post is my near death experience in a parking lot early this afternoon.
Okay, I made slight use of hyperbole there, I will admit. I didn't actually come anywhere near death, nor did anyone else that I noticed. I suppose, though, that it was providential that I decided that I needed a cheap-o-depot watch from Wal-Mart, because otherwise a crisis may just have ensued. See, as I was pulling into the parking lot at Wal-Mart, the loveliest of lovelies occurred. That's right, my brake line blew, and I was left with naught but the faintest ability to stop the car. That part was slightly unnerving, but here's the real killer: I walked into Wal-Mart and couldn't for the life of me remember what it was I came to buy. It was bugging me, but I ended up cruising out of the store and dialing up my house on a pay phone to tell the maternal parental unit that I was lacking brakes and less than able to get back to school for my next class. During the ensuing non-chaos (I sat in the car for a while just staying warm, waiting for a tow truck and a ride back to school), I managed to locate my old watch in my coat pocket, and thus remembered what it was that I was going to buy. Of course, at that point I no longer needed to buy a watch, so the trip was for nothing. I sincerely don't know what I would have done had my brakes gone out whilst on the highway. What an adventure.
In other news, today was the first day of classes, so naturally I went to class. Here I found that Engineering Processes is a metal workshop class (in other words, rather exciting because we get to actually do stuff), Intro to Discrete Structures is cancelled for two days because the professor's wife had a baby, Differential Equations has a TA with a really cool accent who seems at least to go over concepts in a good amount of detail, and that getting a ride home from school still sucks.
I was reading the Wikipedia article on V for Vendetta this morning and I discovered that in the original "graphic novel" (the sophisitcated artiste's way of saying "comic book"), the Chancellor's name was Adam Susan. Seriously, what kind of fascist dictator is named Susan? It sounds like a weenie's name to me. For the movie they changed his name to Sutler, which is like a fusion of Susan and Hitler. Anyway, I don't know where I was going with that, but Susan is a really lame last name for a big bad meanie characters like Adam "Adam Sutler" Susan. People should really think before giving characters goofy names.
Oh golly, how could I think about ending this without talking about 24? Well, here's my take: I think it has a freaking gay political agenda this season. I wish they would stop the propaganda crap and bring back the essence of 24: 21 straight weeks of Jack Bauer kicking terrorists' butts all over Los Angeles. I've lost a bit of faith in the man after watching him kill Curtis Manning (truly, truly unnecessary; he could have just shot him in the shoulder or knee, just to disarm him). Even in season 3, when he executed Ryan Chappelle (who I didn't like) I thought he shouldn't have done it, but at least then they bought some time. I firmly believe that CTU is totally crippled now as far as field operations go. Curtis Manning was absolutely the man when it came to executing intensely risking and dangerous missions. Who does Jack have now? No Tony, no Curtis, no Edgar even. 24 is going to heck, and fast. If they could just manage to kill off Kim somehow...she's nothing but trouble.
Ah well. That pretty much concludes today's episode. I bid all of you a good week, and for those of you who I won't ever see again, a good life. Have fun having fun without me, whilst I toil away endlessly in classes.
The End
That wasn't really what I sat down to write about. I figured I might make a mention of the notable shift in weather over the past, say, 48 hours. But what I actually wanted to deal with in this post is my near death experience in a parking lot early this afternoon.
Okay, I made slight use of hyperbole there, I will admit. I didn't actually come anywhere near death, nor did anyone else that I noticed. I suppose, though, that it was providential that I decided that I needed a cheap-o-depot watch from Wal-Mart, because otherwise a crisis may just have ensued. See, as I was pulling into the parking lot at Wal-Mart, the loveliest of lovelies occurred. That's right, my brake line blew, and I was left with naught but the faintest ability to stop the car. That part was slightly unnerving, but here's the real killer: I walked into Wal-Mart and couldn't for the life of me remember what it was I came to buy. It was bugging me, but I ended up cruising out of the store and dialing up my house on a pay phone to tell the maternal parental unit that I was lacking brakes and less than able to get back to school for my next class. During the ensuing non-chaos (I sat in the car for a while just staying warm, waiting for a tow truck and a ride back to school), I managed to locate my old watch in my coat pocket, and thus remembered what it was that I was going to buy. Of course, at that point I no longer needed to buy a watch, so the trip was for nothing. I sincerely don't know what I would have done had my brakes gone out whilst on the highway. What an adventure.
In other news, today was the first day of classes, so naturally I went to class. Here I found that Engineering Processes is a metal workshop class (in other words, rather exciting because we get to actually do stuff), Intro to Discrete Structures is cancelled for two days because the professor's wife had a baby, Differential Equations has a TA with a really cool accent who seems at least to go over concepts in a good amount of detail, and that getting a ride home from school still sucks.
I was reading the Wikipedia article on V for Vendetta this morning and I discovered that in the original "graphic novel" (the sophisitcated artiste's way of saying "comic book"), the Chancellor's name was Adam Susan. Seriously, what kind of fascist dictator is named Susan? It sounds like a weenie's name to me. For the movie they changed his name to Sutler, which is like a fusion of Susan and Hitler. Anyway, I don't know where I was going with that, but Susan is a really lame last name for a big bad meanie characters like Adam "Adam Sutler" Susan. People should really think before giving characters goofy names.
Oh golly, how could I think about ending this without talking about 24? Well, here's my take: I think it has a freaking gay political agenda this season. I wish they would stop the propaganda crap and bring back the essence of 24: 21 straight weeks of Jack Bauer kicking terrorists' butts all over Los Angeles. I've lost a bit of faith in the man after watching him kill Curtis Manning (truly, truly unnecessary; he could have just shot him in the shoulder or knee, just to disarm him). Even in season 3, when he executed Ryan Chappelle (who I didn't like) I thought he shouldn't have done it, but at least then they bought some time. I firmly believe that CTU is totally crippled now as far as field operations go. Curtis Manning was absolutely the man when it came to executing intensely risking and dangerous missions. Who does Jack have now? No Tony, no Curtis, no Edgar even. 24 is going to heck, and fast. If they could just manage to kill off Kim somehow...she's nothing but trouble.
Ah well. That pretty much concludes today's episode. I bid all of you a good week, and for those of you who I won't ever see again, a good life. Have fun having fun without me, whilst I toil away endlessly in classes.
The End
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