Sunday, August 20, 2006

I've got a problem. My mind is defective.

Programming is the culprit.

I wake up in the middle of the night (beginning of the morning, actually) having developed an algorithm to solve a problem for a program that I was working on the day before.

At first, I thought that this was awesome, I would just wake up, without having to do any work, and I would have the solution for something that would normally take me hours to get.

Now I hate it. I can't go back to sleep after waking up, so I normally only sleep until 3 or 4 in the morning. I dream about coding programs, that's how I work out the algorithms; I'm subconciously working on it all night.

My solution is to stop programming. At least for now.
I'll see how it goes...

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Anonymous wanted to know what happened on monday with the principal.
I decided that the only way I could avoid getting more "community service" to do (since I hardly did any) was to tell the truth about my lack of effort.

Raise your right hand if you believed that crap. Now slap yourself.

I forged a letter to the sandton police superintendant (dated 2nd June) which stated that I wanted to help them and that they should contact me asap, printed screenshots for a website of an AIDS clinic that I designed a while back, and added a letter that had a bunch of tasks on it that I needed to do (I needed to make a manual on how to design a website from scratch).

I collected all of my documents, paper cliped them for professionalism, and set off to school.

I've been sent to Mike Russell's (the principal) office so many times, we're practically on a first-name basis.
After taking my usual seat, I began my patter.

I told Mike how I tried for months to help the police, and yet they wouldn't return my phone calls, didn't tell me who to speak to, and didn't seem like they needed any help at all.
Mike bought it, and told me that I just needed to finish doing the manual (thats a bitch) and after a few subtle hints by me, suggested that I help the new head of IT with the school network (which means that I get inside access to some stuff I've been wanting to mess around with)

All in all, it was a pretty good meeting!

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Have you heard of the Buffalo Theory?
It makes plenty of sense, here it is:

A herd of buffalo can move only as fast as the slowest buffalo. When the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and the weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular culling of the weakest members.

In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as its slowest brain cells. Excessive intake of alcohol kills brain cells. And, naturally, the slowest and weakest brain cells are attacked first.

And so, it can be hypothesized that regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, resulting in a faster and more efficient brain.

Hence, the reason to why you always feel smarter after a few beers!

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Hello everyone. D from Dclaim has been pushing me to update the blog, so here's the update.

This is what happened today at school:

9:15: Told by my headmaster's secretary that he's been waiting for me to see him for the past 3 months wrt the website I made about the school. I told her that I had no idea he wanted to see me (which is true) and that I'd be glad to see him (not as true as the first thing). Long story short, I've now got an appointment with the headmaster on monday morning, even thoough school closes this friday.

9:20 - 13:00: Did a boring first-aid course with an annoying prick that couldn't make it into become a doctor (or even a nurse!).

13:01: Prick told us that we had to clean up the class before we could go home, and blocked the main door to get out of the room. I plotted a plan to exit through the back door with two of my friends. We headed off towards the door.

13:02: Unfortunately, the back door is almost directly opposite the front door, so Prick saw our ingenious escape, before uttering "Hey you guys! Come back!". We bolted down a staircase and then across the school, taking a rest after reaching a safe distance.

13:03: Our safe distance wasn't so safe, and Prick pounced on us. After informing us that we were "F$cking @ssholes", and that "there are always a few...", he booked us and was jolly enough to divulge his plan, which was to give our names to the headmaster.
I thought about offering to chat with the headmaster about it (since I'd be seeing him anyways), but managed to keep quiet.

I wonder what's going to happen on monday...