Boy, one minute you think something is black and white, then you discover it actually has 16.7 million shades of grey.

Case in point (among many this week): the conclusion to last weeks drama. I figured I would get it done, or I wouldn’t. What ended up happening was: I got it working minimally in a few hours, much to the dismay of those working on the same program, as it was taking a long time for most. But after I submitted it at 11:59, 45 seconds before I would use my negative third late day, I discovered that it had two immediate problems. It was supposed to print a status report at every 1000 finger requests, but it seemed to get lazy and skip one now and then. Also, I told it to only query a host four times, but it would do it seventeen, eighteen times. So I ended up mostly getting it done; it was “dark grey.”

I went to work the other day for four hours. I work doing network support in the Stanford hospital. What did I accomplish in those four hours? I pulled out one wire. The other time was mostly spent freaking my roomate out via a hacker program that controls a win95 machine remotely. I made a plethora of notepads pop up on his screen, erased the asterisks as he was trying to type his password in, and moved the mouse right before he could close the program that allowed me to do all this. Meanwhile I could look at the video of his increasingly “freaked out” expression over his video cam, Ain’t technology wonderful? Oh, by the way, the wire I pulled out was a mistaken addition I made the previous week.

Friday Ed and I drew arrows on the ground with chalk, the kind leading lost freshman and such to their appointed gathering place. Only we deviously looped the route in such a way that you could never escape the path, once you started on it. I soon expect to see haggard freshmen shuffling along in this loop, wondering where their “Getting Around Stanford” seminar is. I also had fun burning many things this week, as Ed had a box of matches in his room.

I went to a chamber chorale concert. Wow, was it good.. I love old school classical harmony with words I cannot understand; it was like listening to a piece of heaven. The best (and worst) part of the concert was a beautiful blonde girl that sat next to me, and appeared to be giving me “i-kinda-like-you” glances, which I reciprocated. We did the back and forth middle school thing the whole time, then a few long stares as I left, STUPIDLY not talking to her. I’ve regretted it ever since, as I’m sure I’ll never see her again. I have been rather preoccupied ever since. But it does mean I’ll be attending every chamber choral concert in the next three years.

Quote(s) of the Week:

Me: “…”
Beautiful Blonde Girl at Concert: “…”
Me: “…!”

This is Bradley, signing out.