Programmer: Glorified Typist

Uneventful day...

You know, I really can't wear a blazer without everyone, and I mean...like everyone commenting on "how sharp I look" or "what's the occasion" or something to that effect. I wasn't even dressing up that nicely.

Anyways, I realized what a week next week is. APS Quiz, APS Indy, APS Project. I haven't studied at all, barely touched the indy and lord oh lord what is happening with that program. I was expecting a real glorified slack filled last week of engineering, I was wrong and will be wrong.

A real black hole sun. They just keep holding you down, hand on your face, you can't breath, pushed to the ground.

-David on engineering.

Anyways, it really hit me today just what tomorrow is. Tomorrow is the last day of classes for artscis. Tomorrow is the last day of school for maybe 10 or so of my friends. My 4th year friends effectively graduate, well not really...but last day of classes ~~= end of school right? Right.

I guess I didn't really think of it, maybe I buried it down, maybe I just forgot and truthfully I just don't care about other people as much as I think I do. Maybe both, maybe neither.

Oh well, drown your fear. Till they all just disappear.

My last day will come, then you'll hold your breathe all summer...just waiting for that September day where you put your life back on hold. Then this will never have meant more:

QWERTY

Probably will be an uneventful day...

I normally don't write in the daylight hours, but whatever...sometimes some change is good right? Yes we can.

So the thing about drunk txts that I enver really understood was, do they actually feel that way...or is it the alcohol talking. Is it their sub-conscious talking, I don't know...I guess I'll see how it goes monday.

So like an idiot I dropped a bottle of water on my keyboard, the same keyboard I've had since my very first personal computer in grade 8. The same keyboard that has been with me through it all, the highs, the lows. Let us take this time to brainstorm here everything that keyboard and I went through.

-countless assignments, essays, labs
-MSN for the last like 7 years, well 7.5 actually
- subnote, that shit where you are trying to do math on msn with your friends because the exam/test is tomorrow and you struggle to show x^what the hell ever, or d/dx, and it just looks retarded and leads to more confusion
-YEARS OF WORLD OF WARCRAFT. Ohh man, WoW...wow (get it?), how did that board make it through that? I have to know. Pounding away, day in day out, those 6 hour raids Sun-Thur, the dailys, the Alterac Valley GRIND...my youth.
-Countless other video games that used to fill the void in my life. Man i used to be such a geek, what happened? Well maybe at heart I never really changed, I still have all my Dragon Ball Z and Gundam action figures in my room, PROUDLY displayed.
-Applying to University, seems kinda trivial, but it was a big step in my life, and I couldn't have done it without that keyboard.
-Reapplying, 2 more times because...well that is a story for another day

I'm sure there is alot more, but it escapes me at this juncture. Anyways, the point is, when you have had a keyboard for almost 8 years. When you have lived it for almost 8 years. When you have become it. The loss hurts, and my ability to type has suffered immensely. Keys are different shape, orientation, I make typos like it's popular, the whole thing is just greasey.

There was a time when if sitting at my desk on my computer and someone asked me "where are you from?" "Right here".

I don't care what you think unless it is about me...

To the next person who feels the need to remind me I only have 3 courses, and holds it over my head like they have to work SO much harder than me and I have it SO easy at school.

I am going to hit you.

You try essentially wasting two years of your life.

Jackass.

There is only one thing more interesting than therapy, and that's a dead body

Uneventful day...

In accordance with the prophecy the weather has hence forth returned to the shit we all deserve. I know what you are thinking, here comes another complaint/whining/QQ, but nay, NAY reader. I love the winter. Sure I hate snow, but I love the cold. Why you ask? Winter fashion. A nice winter coat cannot be topped by any, I repeat ANY summer article of clothing. The whole summer all I am doing is counting days in that living humid hell. Not to mention, there is something just alittle sexier about a woman in winter, maybe because you cannot see as much and there is that element of mystery involved. Maybe not, who is opposed to a little skin anyways?

Nothing like an old classic episode of NCIS while I do my abs, man...never fails to put a smile on my face. Anyways, after NCIS is that show BOnes, now I dunno I don't really catch it but I noticed something, Bones (the protagnist) really really reminds me of someone I go to school with, alot...in fact I wouldn't be surprised if they grew up to be just like that fictional character, except...I guess the engineer version. Whatever, Doctor, engineer, close enough.

I need a job...

"You made a joke!?
I can be quite amusing..."

Contact, left side....No shit!

Just caught another ep of the Pacific, pretty boss episode. The only thing I am alittle upset about is the length of episodes. Episodes aren't even the full 60 minutes, it's an HBO special I would expect at least very very close to 60, if not the full hour. Oh well, what can you do? Just enjoy what you have.

I pulled a bad one day, I ate HUGE, like Xbox HUGE and then went for a run...what the fuck was I thinking? I also threw up on the side of the road and I only made it 4km, barely...that was just stupid. What a waste of a sunday run.

I was in complete command this weekend, I did more these last 3 days then I have the entire semester. You know how you can tell I don't do school shit anymore? Look at this blog...look at like Sept-Dec, all school related whining. Now look, all life-related whining. I rest my case...

Anyways, I digress. Firday afternoon, drew up a rough copy of my Indy Portfolio, then hit the gym and killed it. Saturday, studied APS and APS for like 5 hours. then today, sunday...busted up my FDS sections, all done...and started some research on the CME185 map...thing...

Pretty much, world's best boss, what can I say?

Earth below us
drifting falling
floating weightless
coming home...
Earth below us
drifting falling
floating weightless
coming home...
Earth below us
drifting falling
floating weightless
coming coming home...
home.....

The best albums of 1992

Well, if you are reading and born in 1992, and well there is only one of you, here is what I think is the best album of 1992. So i spent my friday afternoon combing the internet for the albums of this year and came to this conclusion, I wanted to select a top but with this list, hell I don;t even know where to begin.



So here it is, the top 5 albums of 1992 in no particular order:

Fully Completely - The Tragically Hip http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fully_Completely

This album is ACE, look at the tracks, Courage...100th Meridian...FIFTY MISSION CAP, ohh man this is the sound track of those long drives with Steven Cawthorne. I can't count the amount of times I have played courage in my head before doing something bold or stupid. Never fails. The Hip are Canadian Icons, I'm not really a big patriot but I wouldn't trade these guys for the world, track after track of greatness. The next time you are sitting down to that final, or looking for the words to say to that beautiful women, just remember...courage, couldn't come at a worse time.

Incesticide- Nirvana
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Incesticide

Not Nirvana's best by far, but nonetheless this is the great of great of Grunge, oh man to have been my age in 1992, all I have now are the stories of others and youtube. I digress. This album has Sliver, what more does one have to say. Other than that, the album isn't terribly memorable but it is tolerable. Oh snap, I completely forgot Aneurysm was on this...anyways, Nirvana isn't really for everyone, but for this nostalgic writer, well...the album takes me home (see: Sliver)

Dirt - Alice in Chains
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dirt_(album)

Oddly enough I heard "Rooster" this morning on the radio as I showered. Old Alice in Chains was ace, just ace...I really miss Staley since his death in...2004? 2002, I just wikied it. Anyways, alot of power and emotion in this album, alot. I could write a whole blog entry on just "Rooster", fuck it...I will, anyways, I recommened this album to say the least. The sound: grunge, Staley's voice: ace.


Kerplunk - Green Day
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kerplunk_(album)

Well it is 1992, so I have to work with what I got. What I have is Kerplunk, old Green Day. Read: Punk Green Day. Not this poppy new crap...hey I did love American Idiot and still listen to it religiously, but there is something about those quick 2-3 minute repetitive powerful jams that emobied everything punk was and still is. I am thankful to say Billie has not lost his voice in the slightest.

Side bar, when I was in highschool people honestly told me I looked like Billy Joe Armstrong from Green Day, legit...and you know what..I see it, minus the hair, we do look very similar facially.

Automatic for the People - R.E.M.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Automatic_for_the_people

Oh man, one of R.E.M.'s best without a doubt. If I had to pick a favorite track it would be without a doubt "The Sidewinder Sleeps Tonite", As with 99% of Michael Stipe's work, I have no idea what it is about, it is beautifully worded and masterfully performed nonetheless, probably my favorite album of 92', but hard to say...ahh I could go on, but ya...


Honourable mention:

The Chronic - Dr. Dre
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Chronic

If you wanna feel black and motherfucking gangsta, throw this on, cruise down the block and just take it in. You will not regret it.

It is too beautiful to be down

You know that game you played when you were a kid, the game where you walk down the street and avoid all the cracks? You hop around like a kid does with youthful enthusiasm avoiding cracks out of the fear that you will break your mother's back.

I never realized it, but that game is just a metaphor for the rest of your life. Except the cracks are now those endless and difficult assignments and exams or the girlfriend you don't have and that feeling that no one loves you like you love yourself.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MAo5Q2vPYB8

I am...I am Superman, and I can do anything

Uneventful day...

For the exception of the three-a-day I just did...man oh man. Normally I run two-a-days some muscle groups + run or abs, today I threw in the run with the abs and the other muscle groups. It was a beautiful so I couldn't pass up that opportunity, seems like as every spring/summer approaches I have some sort of physical set back which prevents me from being able to run. I pay in blood all winter in the snow and ice freezing my testicles off for the chance and privilege to be able to run in the powerful light of that yellow Sun.

Currently watching the Pacific, the other bookend to the Tom Hanks masterpiece that was Band of Brothers. I wonder how this one will turn out, I love Band of Brothers, loved it dearly and frequently watch it, not to mention that theme song is awesome.

Wow I really can't think of anything to complain about, I guess all it takes is a little sunshine and it takes my normal sour mood and turns it upside down. Basked in the light of that yellow sun.

Every calorie is a war

Oh man, Our Lady Peace was ACE. Ace. Is Raine a performer or what? I was really surprised as I didn't really see him as that kinda of guy. You could really feel the energy of the band and of Raine especially. I guess we are their hometown, I mean...they have to love us.

In alot of ways I really admire the guy, I mean he went from a U of T student to the front man of a hugely popular Canadian band. I mean, killing is the most noble profession, but a performer is up there. Bringing that much happiness to that many. There is certianly something to be said about someone who can caputre the audience of an entire room. No doubt.

Of note, Raine hasn't lost the voice, THANK GOD. That naisally falsetto is fucking boss. It is truth. GREATEST HITS SET?!?! I shit you not. That's seriously ace, every song I really/dreamed of hearing, I got to hear it. A better gift could not be given. Futhermore, the Kids-Naveed combo, holy shit...I died...I mean it (Kids by MGMT) fits into the quiet part of Naveed so well, it is just such anice change. Upon inspection it appears they do this often, here it is in Montreal:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_1wJbRgRJsY&feature=related

Oh man, good times probies, good times.

If I was in PHE, my thesis would be on squats.

Uneventful day...

Defs a combo breaker of fail today to say the least. Let's use the bullit list format as that's what my jackass TA seems so fond of:

-Hungry the WHOLE day, even after like 4 meals...still hugnry now I just ate for the 7th time...pure catabolic state today. Purest of pure. You should never be hungry, anabolic or go home.

-CDS fail, 61...61%, my team, fuck em...I am done working, I am going to do the super bare minimum and fuck the FDS, fuck the presentation, fuck my client, fuck APS, fuck my group, fuck the iClicker, fuck Korshots shitty notes, I could go on.

-My TA is an ass. See: above.

Anyways, the bullits make me feel like an idiot. So the TTC was like kaputs after Steven and I left the gym today, the result of which was a long and convoluted trip home via street cars and buses. In fact, I'm feeling engineer-ie/artistic, I'll map it out.

I got home like an hour later than expected, had to sack doing my abs to the level I wanted just to have time to do what I wanted to do and still go to bed after this post. Trying to keep to my 930-10 ish retreats.

On the plus side, that Broadview streetcar has the most amazing view of the downtown core, especially illuminated like that at night. Only one view better, the one from T&T off of Cherry Street. ahh Oyster sauce, that's another post for another day.

ahh...but that view: dressed up in pretend memories more beautiful than the real ones.

YO I'M PRISON MIKE

Uneventful day...

This monday I had the interesting experience of not having my watch. All in all it was a humbling period where I learned to trust my internal-Swiss and use the sun and other markers in day to day life to tell the time. In many ways I really enjoyed the day. For instance, often I find myself checking my watch like a it's a sick drug or for of reassurance, monday I didn't, I couldn't. The whole bus ride home I was just content to look out the window at the beautiful sunny day before me.

While on the topic of time. I really want to remove the hour hand from my watch and play some sort of mental game of witt and cunning to determine the time throughout the day. Stupid? Yes. Going to make me late/miss important events? Yes. +rep everytime I get the time correct will be awesome? Yes.


Anyways, time...it's relative, I once heard about a watchmaker who stopped making watches after he heard this.

Probies

I don't even study anymore...and I don't even care. There was a time, last year, even last semester where you couldn't steal me away from that lib and those books. Now you can't make me go. What happened?

So this friday I have two amazing, AMAZING tickets to see Our Lady Peace at Massey Hall, not to mention they are playing Clumsy, only my favorite album. But I am not even excited, I have no one to go with...I've asked someone and you know what she said?

"Wish I had the time" What the fuck is that? I know for a fact she loves OLP and...just wow. I wonder if it's this whole world that stinks, or just me.

Someone has to go with me, I can't go alone.

Mood: 1979-esque

Why not? How about an interpretation of what I feel is the Pumpkin's best track.
How about the live version if you care to listen: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X3piyO5veDI

Shakedown 1979, cool kids never have the time
On a live wire right up off the street
You and I should meet
Junebug skipping like a stone
//Sets the scene, it's his childhood in the burbs, carefree.

With the headlights pointed at the dawn
We were sure we'd never see an end to it all
//They are never gonna grow up, or see an 'end', but alas those 'headlights' or rather, their lives are headed forward to the next day. They can't stop it, everyone grows up. Full of life, full of hope they are.

And I don't even care to shake these zipper blues
//Sexual frustration
And we don't know
Just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below
//On death I suppose, that or they have about as much direction as an ArtSci not in a professional program...I don't really know...it sounds pretty morbid, almost like it doesn't seem if anyone cares where they go or what happens to them.

Double cross the vacant and the bored
They're not sure just what we have in store
Morphine city slippin dues down to see
That we don't even care as restless as we are
We feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts
And poured cement, lamented and assured
//They have to grow up to work in the city, the city which lements and hates the very people who work their to make it what it is. Ironic. A land of cement and guilt, sounds like a city to me.

To the lights and towns below
Faster than the speed of sound
Faster than we thought we'd go, beneath the sound of hope
//They grew up fast. Faster than the speed of sound apparently, sounds fast. Faster than they thought at least.

Justine never knew the rules,
Hung down with the freaks and the ghouls
No apologies ever need be made, I know you better than you fake it
//His friend obviously is rolling with another crowd, one of a different nature than our narrator. She obviously doesn't belong there, but she pretends to be someone else. Obviously our narrator is not fooled.

To see that we don't even care to shake these zipper blues
And we don't know just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below

The street heats the urgency of sound
As you can see there's no one around
//In the end growing up in the suburbs sucks, at least as portrayed here. The streets are apparently alive but the cool mellow drumming and lack of any backup vocals or eccentric guitar work portray just the opposite to the listener. Maybe it is a metaphor for life, it's silently or quietly catching up with us, we don't even realize this.


Anyways, I went outside for a nice night walk to call my friend, she didn't answer, expecting a conversation I was left standing there. As I could see, there was no one around.

Cold and dark like the other side of the bed

Uneventful day...

For the exception of the fact people never really surprise me. Nay, they do, never for the better. I'll explain. Today was another instance of CME-Lab-induced-rage, understandable to say the least as the explanations are invisible ghettos of privellege and grief. Today was different, by some miracle a TA came into 1066 lab room and left the answer sheet on the table and peaced out. Needless to say copying ensued hard fast. So in walks your narrator, David E. King, upon inspection of the situation I make the sensible and quite frankl fair recommendation that instead of everyone copying this, everyone(members of room 1066) copying one person who had finished it so I may take this sheet room 1068, or whatever room I was in.

Makes sense right? Seems fair right? Everyone wins right? Fuck no. Greed. The same people who I've had class with for the last what? 6 months...they showed their true colours. Now don't read this and assume all 1T3 of Civ is a bunch of assholes, just those ones...on that day. They let me down, and they let everyone in the other lab group down and sold us out for nothing.

Now I'm a man who was raised to put others before himself for the most part. Put the mission first as I would have said a few years ago. Clearly others don't see it that way. To make a long story short. If something is too good to be true. It ain't.

Put up a solid hundy on my shoulders today with the big man Chris. Man oh man am I sore now or what. That and the weather were really the only redeeming quality of the day.

Aside: I've got an outlook on life I'd like to share, when someone writes on your wall/or adds you on fb/etc, it's kinda falttering, you know what it means, it means they were thinking of you. That's a nice thought.

I'm your man.

You ain't got to explain shit, I've been robbing motherfuckers since the slave ships...

...with the same clip and the same four-five. Two point-blank mother fucker's sure to die.

Nay, I'm actually not feeling that gangster today...feeling fatigued. Hard fatigued. In fact, after this post I'm gonna sleep. Note: it's 9:00 pm, I feel like I am back in grade school. Anyways...

For those of you who do read this, more specifically you know who you are...I would just like to thank you. I know I come off as arrogant/self-absorbed/(fill in the blank) alot, but something about someone actually taking the time to read my musings, it's very flattering, beyond flattering. In alot of ways I think you know me better than I know you and well I'd like to change that if I could.

I digress, such a beautiful day and night...I almost feel guilty knowing it is feb and I wasted this chance to have a good run and a bike ride due to fatigue. Oh well, what can you do right?

What's really been bothering me is a certain someone from first year. You see them almost everyday and you grow close. Things happen and you tell them how you feel. They don't reciprocate. A year passes and they are a ghost, then all of a sudden they are back in your life, hard and fast, and the way the act...the vibe they put off, the body language they use...what is going on, what happened?

Do you want something to happen?
How do you feel?
Why are you back?


I'm not tightrope walking, so then what? I'm walking without your hand.
I'm not blindfolded, so I'm walking without your eyes.
Why now?


That probably isn't all I have to say about that.