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!)
it was like teaching trucks to riverdance
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
I really hate remedy medicine. I actually don’t like taking drugs at all, though I make mild use of caffeine and will choke down / vaporize / intravene something if, you know, I’ll die otherwise. But decongestants, antihystamines, painkillers, soporifics… bleagh. I don’t like to think about treating symptoms instead of causes. I can live with symptoms! Fix the root problem!
Nevertheless, living with an iron-willed roommate who happens to be a med student will eventually weaken you on the placebo-effect front. I’ve been taking Robitussin for about 24 hours now, which is why I was functional enough to sit in a VERY COLD ticket booth and run sound for PI Sketch with only one slip-up. It was a good show. The crowd liked it. I touched Yale inappropriately and got to meet Allilea, who differs from most other celebrities in that she’s taller in real life.
Tomorrow I crash hard, and try to get ready for my last homework and last exam on Tuesday. Then Thursday, then finals, and then the semester will be over. This is very weird. Who the hell gets out for finals on December 4th? U of L, that’s who.
Yea, I go to bed to rest my fevered brow, and to cough until the Robitussin kicks in. It’s not like this is unusual, I get sick about once every winter, but I start to worry about my brain health when I notice that I’m subtracting 230 from 1830 and coming up with 1400.