even yet
still more ranting about computers and women:
a heartfelt treatise in seven chapters
but i'm too damn lazy to type enough to qualify it. (hell, formatting it by hand is a chore in itself!) so, we're stuck with the measley topic/s of this month's ("weekly"? who am i kidding?) insanity:
let's work backward, like any lecturer should. computers can tell that i'm learning more and more about them, and they see me as a threat. obviously, they are taking steps to thwart, discourage, and possibly even maim me.
yes, that's why the mathworks decided to remove the print option from the simulink plots in the new version for matlab 5... that's why it took me two hours just to get hard copy of what took me less than fifteen minutes to generate.
that's why the university's network connections are slowly degrading to the point that my 28.8 modem would download things faster than the 10baseT ethernet hubs --- if only UK's ppp server would let me connect at anything faster than 14.4 (see previous "insanities"). no shit, i tried to download a file from gatech this evening --- at six p.m., the download rate on my ecc machine (with its full speed ethernet connection to the engineering hub) was 886 bytes per second. yes, you read that right. that's why every damned unix machine that sees my login ID decides to feign a terrible crash, or at least in some bizarre way make everything i do difficult (extreme lag in cursor movement in vi (eerily reminiscent of PRIME-lag)).
even my beloved executor decided i had no business testing out a new window manager, and erased the default X fonts, sending xdm into and endless loop of
my machine at work seems to be the only one holding up decently... it's been up far longer than any of the ecc's real servers (as of this writing, muppet has been up about 19 days (since the first day i turned it on), as opposed to skyhawk's 10. check for yourself --> muppet). except of course for that slight, teeny little problem of constantly filling up its two 300MB hard drives....
yes, technology has taken over my life. i'm sitting here, my feet freezing, because i'm too tied to the keyboard to go get a pair of socks.
that's also known as DUMB, you might say....
"no," i would counter, "DUMB is my reaction to the force that is attempting to take over my life.
the human sex drive is built-in, mostly chemical. no amount of philosophy or dogma can turn it off --- such tactics serve only to propagate and prolong undue guilt, self-induced misery, andsenseless anguish. why make your life more miserable, the chemicals do that for us! yes, this chemical nature makes the problem even more difficult to solve because chemical problems bypass the brain! to wit: i have just reversed my status as DUMB by procuring socks for my foot-cicles; however, i have in no way furthered myself toward resolution of an out-of-control libido, nor will i by any rational, logical plan.
let's clear something up, here: yes, i am saying that i wish to have sex.... with a female. yes, there's no denying that this forms the basis of my perpetual pining for a woman. however, that is not my sole goal in finding a woman to date. this is a rather basic notion that i think often gets misunderstood as it is rather subtle. women will often look distrustingly upon a man, saying "all you want to do is get in my pants." we men then must either lie through our teeth or admit that yes, we do, but that's not all. the problem comes with the "but that's not all" part. it's either ignored, disbelieved, or unheard. unfortunately there are many cases in which it is wise to disbelieve such a claim, but they are not all cases!!!
in my particular case, getting laid is quite low on the priority list, down there with eating brussel sprouts. this is fine wih me, since i know my chances are pitful anyway... to miss my point yet again, i just want some companionship. anything beyond that is icing on the cake. this last bit is pretty much consistent with the last such rant i made... but i still wonder why the hell i act the way i do if i know what i want. i guess it's chemicals.
(hey, look, now i can't even make sense! though, you'll have to admit, it's pretty hard to tell such a story without divulging the gory details... any, hey, one of these days i might get realy pissed and do just that.)
that said, i want to know why my brain and my penis have now teamed up to torture me.... i guess the answer is the real title for this page...