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Apparently there was a wave of layoffs and transfers this morning, but I wasn’t one of them. I feel like I dodged a bullet–it’s kind of a financial crunch right now, and I’m not exactly a crucial resource. Then again, there are people within ten feet of me who make my annual pay in a week, so I guess my value still outweighs my cost.
Yeek.
Update 1246 hrs: Okay, two weeks. Still.
I think my favorite thing about web syndication is that it makes the noun form of “syndicate” increasingly obsolete.
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I lived through my exams, and I did get an A in the other class, so BAM: school is done for Brendan. This is still weird! I don’t have classes for like a month!
In case you’re still in classes and are wondering if that was intended to make you hate me: yes. Also, “[redacted].” (Hey, [redacted]! Get a blog!)
Today, I wrote the Hardest Query Ever.
That’s all.
(I almost forgot this, pokéblogged yesterday morning at 1106 hrs:)
We have a guest lecturer in AI today–one of the students in the class, who may be the most Mediterranean person I’ve ever met. His opening:
“Hello everybody. My name is Andreas. I am here today to talk about the topic of: rowboats.“
“Robots,” actually. Still the coolest lecture intro ever.
What’s cool is Penny Arcade. I don’t know, maybe you’re a webcomic vet and they’re so four years ago, but you can’t deny that they are Penny Arcade, and they’ve never dropped the ball on that.
What’s even cooler, though, is their new and brilliant use of their (mind-boggling) power for good: Child’s Play, an open question to 150,000 people as to whether they can step up and buy toys for sick kids. The answer is, apparently, a resounding yes.
I read an interview with Marc Andreessen, a few years ago, in which he was asked what he (as a dotcom millionaire) was planning on giving back, charitywise. His slightly annoyed response was that philanthropy was generally the province of older, more powerful investors–that the young millionaire was a new breed, and that it’d be better to wait until he had retired and “could really do some good.”
I kind of agreed with that, when I read it, and when everybody crashed a year or so later, his caution made sense (it’d have been kind of harsh to give a charity instant-worthless stock). Child’s Play is kind of a boot to the head, though: these two guys aren’t even thirty, and they’re not millionaires, but they’re turning interweb popularity into a distinct and tangible force for social good.
I experienced a surreal and Sumanaesque moment upon the sudden realization, tonight, that I have a LiveJournal! No, wait. I knew that. Stephen gave it to me. What was surreal was planning to set up another account, with the aim of syndicating NFD, and then discovering that a certain kind somebody had already done so!
LiveJournal: A neverending font of generosity. If you’re Brendan.
Fever peaked at 102.3 Fahrenheit today. Proteins become denatured–ie brain damage can occur–at 103 (and I very nearly just spelled that “brane damage”).
Bleagh. Don’t really see myself doing the work thing tomorrow. Instead I’ll try to get an appointment with the reputedly horrible University Health Services and obtain antibiotics, as there’s a good chance it’s strep, so I’ll at least be noncontagious at some point on Tuesday. If I’ve touched you recently and you happen to suffer brain damage (“brean damange,” that time, what the fuck) in a few days, I apologize a lot.
“If that sketch was contagious, now I’d be contaged!”
–Ken Troklus