April 22nd, 2006


This is NOT a software problem

Carnival has been enjoyable. I had a good conversation about Wikipedia, and the second day, while not as busy or exciting as the first, was still interesting. I suppose the party fairy is not happy with me, as although I know there are KGB parties coming up, I have been invited to none and have not seen any information about them that's sufficient to make me feel that they're really open. I suppose the Raspberry Schnapps incident may be partly to blame. Meh. Along with boring and irritating paperwork and Carnival, today has also been a big day for moving. Two carloads (one stuffed, one less so) is enough to make the place feel like home, at least a bit. I'm putting the flesh before the skeleton -- I have moved only two books (out of .. hundreds?), and no furniture. As I'm intending not to sleep in the old place (except perhaps a night for sentimental reasons if the idea strikes me), I moved the cats in the second carload. They're naturally not thrilled, presently running around anxiously mewling while trying to figure out which surfaces they're strong enough to jump up to. I am on the internet thanks to an open access point calling itself CMU (clearly not CMU given that it gave me a 192.168 IP address), although the signal is pretty weak. I should probably have called Speakeasy earlier this week to arrange for DSL moveage.

Title is from a malfunctioning Linux box in my cluster...

I find it interesting that Hu Jintao's visit to Bill Gates got more press than his visit to the government.


Rebuilt with Tomorrow's Embers

I'm mostly moved, at least in the sense that all the really important stuff (apart from, oddly, cups) is now in my new place, and things are more than unpacked enough to be livable. The living room is somewhat more square than my old living room, similarly the bedroom. J and R helped a *lot* in making all this happen this morning. There still is a fair amount of stuff left, but apart from the bike, I'm actually tempted to throw most of it away.. I won't, I don't think. After the moveage, I tried to treat them to Abay, but when we got there, it was closed, so India Garden was the order of the day. Having spent enough time in the car to summon the weather demons, we proceeded to raid the CS junkpile (got some good stuff) and close carnival (the massive rainitude was my fault). I then went home and unpacked until I remembered about the fireworks, drove to CMU, caught the tail end of them, and am now in the UC taking advantage of CMU's wireless network. I was hoping to bump into more people to hang out with, but it didn't seem to happen, at least partly because there arn't too many student CMUites I know who'd be up for hanging out anyhow.

The new place ... thoughts... the neighbouring wireless worked yesterday, but isn't working today. I am thus without wireless at home again, which sucks. Hopefully Speakeasy will be timely in setting me up in my new place. The bathroom is both better and worse -- the basic dimensions of the room are better, but the old bathroom had little conveniences (like an upper bar on which I could place shampoo and similar) that were pretty nice. The apartment reminds me a bit of the ground floor of my last apartment in Columbus, 427 E 16th Avenue. The layout is slightly different, but now that I see it, I don't know if I'll unsee it. I still remember all the little details.. actually, lots of details of every place I've lived since heading to University. I wonder if I'll forget those rooms that should exist but don't...

I'm looking forward to my new place really feeling like home. It is amusing that Tortfeasor has managed to get stuck behind the oven six times now, and each time I have to convince him to stand up, stretch myself so I can just manage to grab him by the scruff of his neck, and pull him up that way.

Watching the commercials on the UC TV is a surreal experience. They seem so transparently stupid and pathetic -- a few extra features on a home phone plan, yet another expensive car. Someday, advertising will be gone from the airwaves, I hope.

I am thinking I have too much paint and too little fabric, metaphorically.

Rest of weekend: probably devoted to homework, contract programming, and perhaps some socialisation.