No, I haven't forgotten what vowels are. HHGTTG is a great book by Douglas Adams. Anyway, word on the street (actually, the 'net) is that a movie is in progress , finally. I'm amazed it's actually coming together--after Douglas Adams died three years ago, all hope of actually seeing this day was pretty much lost. It's a go...

I'm downloading Debian in ISO form . I really want to get a few older computers--400-500 mHz desktops with ~20GB of disk space--and build myself a Beowulf Cluster (see alternate description ). So, I'm looking at eBay. It would be pretty cool to get a nice cluster running. If I had a ton of money I'd (note: if I had a bunch...

Right now I'm working on my group project for my Informatics class. It's a really interesting class, which is getting me excited for (possibly) being in the major. Taking the course title and description alone, this class sounded like it would be pretty boring. I'm sastisfied, however, that it's not (which is a good thing,...

Now that I'm thinking, I should say something about April 27 th . April 27 th of 2001 was the day that I asked Jessica to date me. It's been 3 years now. That's a long time. We've grown a lot since then, and I must say I only see us getting closer as time plods along. Now if I could only get into major and graduate... sigh...

i know pain he has lived in my gut, trapped tried to escape every hour, through violent heaves dry and shrill depositing oregano bile i fought him then i'd fight him again pain is no enemy he holds no power he bullies hearts, stomachs summons tears but he is a coward and i have seen him beaten and i know his weaknesses my...

Manipulating images in Assembly is weird. But fun. I'm working on (extra) extra credit for homework--namely, manipulating a simple Portable Gray Map image with some filters. Fun stuff. I've been writing more poetry lately; it's all been sort of depressing look-how-postmodernism-sucks-come-to-Christ stuff. That's OK though....

i am the cry screaming against avalanche, landslide disappearing absorbed the crush of frozen gravel trod under, barefoot bleeding the echo lost deep in murmuring rivers of tears for you the trail of crimson; dried, dull etched words that burn: "Your life is not your own."...