Where I don't care what others think


July 1st, 2008 Posted in Life, Personal, Problems, Stupid People, Uncategorized

I can’t seem to end some problems without creating more. A very strange vicious cycle of sorts. I recognize that I must keep opening the doors, even if they all look unpleasent. I guess its a poor algorithm to apply… imagine yourself in a room with three doors, and which ever one you go through leads to a room with another three doors. Yes, the doors automatically close after you open them. No, you do not have any objects to use as markers. Without prior knowledge of the system, ones fastest strategy might be just to run as fast as possible, constantly choosing a random door to open hoping it holds a slightly more favorable outcome. Of course statiscally, with 3 choices, you’re not likely to get the right door very frequently. Tranversing tangential paths are never a good thing. I dunno, this strategy has worked out well for me in corn mazes. I find running, and choosing turns very quickly is a fast way to go, its never too long to reverse my route. In life I’m not sure how well this works though, I probably need to apply more thinking and less running. Yikes, even more thinking… I’ll be moving at a sloths path through this maze.

I am 85% sure what my replacement for the shoebox computer will be. Tomorrows task is to finalize this, and route the appropriate funding to wherever I need to route it. I officially deemed my Shuttle pc dead today. Its probably the motherboard, but I’m not in the mood to verify its not the processor. I’m considering selling it as-is on ebay, identifying that it was performing strangely in the past, but I haven’t decided to do this yet. If anyone out there wants it, let me know! I’d be willing to part with it for a very nominal fee (potentially free)… I could even throw in some RAM if you wanted. Why the sudden move to decide? Well the dell I’m writing you from starting throwing one of its fits again. It has a bad hard drive, and when it hits a certain part a crash becomes rapidly eminent. I am faced with a challenge to temporarily store ~500gb of data while I reformat my raid array… or de-raid it for that matter. I am unsure where I will store that data.

I know nobody cares, but I pulled together this quick table of IPs that have been automatically identified as hacking into nsb1.info. If you happen to own any of those IPs and are unsure why you are on the list (i.e you’re not a hacker, and your wifi borrowing neighbor isn’t), then I suggest you scan for spyware and stuff. Maybe you’re computer is hanging out with the wrong crowd and you don’t even know it! I would call that a botnet.

Sometimes I get slightly frustrated at circular logic. People can state point A, and have reasoning B to back that up. I might inquire about the basis of B only to find its built on the identification of A as true. I don’t know which came first, the chicken or the egg, but it sounds a lot like A spawned B and then became both dependent on and a dependent of it.

As they say in Belgium, Bon Soir

  1. One Response to “Cornmaze”

  2. By katie on Jul 2, 2008

    I don’t think i understand why you are up so late writing a blog, when u seem to be in such a rush always to leave my house or kick me out of yours depending on the occasion.

    I see that getting a computer down and pat is always more important than human interactions and planning with people one loves.

    I guess I truly don’t understand your logic behind your choices. Why computers first? Why must everything be given a no when associated with me? Why am I so easily kicked out when you refuse to try with friends you know you want gone?

    Here’s to another lost summer.

    I’m sorry if you don’t understand my reasoning ever. Maybe I see the world in a different light. I mean I could be tempted to write a blog but whether you actually read my material is yet another thing and the chance that you would actually comment on that material, well my friend that would be the end of the world as we know it. Since I obviously do not warrant a response, ever.

    I’ll be around. OFF today. Want me? Want to talk to me…find me yourself. I’m done putting myself out there.

    Here’s to the mysterious internet relationship thou prefers over life itself.

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