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Yeah, schway...

How Random Babbling Becomes Corporate Policy

run the fuck away

Mad science gone horribly, horribly wrong(or right).

Yeah, schway...

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run the fuck away

Season = Crazy
You're Most Like The Season ... NO wait! Hold it!
You're not like a season at all! You're a
psycho... You need a new season created just
for you.
You either answered wildly to be different, or you
truly are a 'special case'. Independant -
maybe, Intelligent - somewhat. Weird and wacky
- most certainly.
A nut case, a fruit cake, the joker, the insane
lunatic :) However be careful or you may get
locked up.

Well Done... You're not at home in any of the
seasons, you creat your own.


?? Which Season Are You ??
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So, I was working on that character designer for our roleplaying system, which I've given the the working name FRRE. I got a decent mockup, then went and renegineered the logic from the ground up. No GUI features. I talk to Tim, and guess what? He's got the GUI almost done, but no logic behind it. Now that's teamwork.

Meanwhile, as I resign myself to crappy jobs, I am suddenly finding new options. Yesterday, I discovered in the paper that there are two job openings that I could take on at SUNY New Paltz, an Instructor/Programmer position (yeah, they linked those two, made me blink too), and a UNIX programmer, which I'm slightly underqualified for, but hopefully I can cover that up. Meanwhile, today, as I was walking to the Citgo station to refresh our clove supply (buying them on credit because of the no-cash issue), a truck stops. It's Becky Sangaline, sister to my parents' neighbor and someone we went to church with when I was growing up. She offers me a ride, and suggests that I send my resume in with her husband who works at IBM. He's actually more effective at such things than my father is. Yay for ins!

This morning I woke up from a dream involving Jen Doxteader, who I haven't really seen since High School, not counting a brief run-in at Blockbuster once, which was no more than a "Hi, how are you, nice seeing you, bye," conversation. It was an odd dream that involved me crashing a geology class field trip from Cornell that she was on (forgetting that the last I heard she was studying Engineering at Harvard). So, oddness. I'm going to see if she registered on the KHS alumni site and shoot her an email.

So there's my todo list.
  • Instructor Coverletter
  • Unix coverletter
  • IBM coverletter
  • Try to email Jen
  • Code more


Good, productive day.
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