It's only been 18 weeks since I used this piece of shit? Well now. Almost everything in the last entry is identical, except the site is no longer a carbon copy, it's worse in some ways. I hate it, and I want to get fucking paid. I'm moving toward ignoring this thing permanently as I currently have a domain that's not used for anything, so building a site there would be good.

When the hell did the update screen get so much... shit on it?

Okay, it's been a very long time since I entered one of these things, hasn't it. Anybody reading this knows what I've been doing, but I may as well go over it again in short anyway.

First and foremost, college is over. It sounds funny saying this since the new semester has recently begun, but it's been that long. This isn't, of course, to say that I've graduated. I'm currently fulfilling my final requirement for graduation, but that has nothing to do with college. In fact, it specifically requires me to not be at college. Four years later, and I don't have that little piece of paper, but I'm not at school to finish it. This has its own fun side effects.

So, I'm clearly doing something. That something is turning this festering piece of shit into a carbon copy of this slightly less heinous piece of shit. Doing it for wages that are under minimum wage and dropping fast. Mind you, I'd be 120 hours ahead if my bosses were even minorly competent. The first bungling was telling me that it was a linux server. For those that know about this sort of thing, that usually means PHP, Perl, Python, and sometimes Ruby are available. Well, Perl is there without Catalyst (read: worthless for modern use), Python is ancient, and Ruby is non-existent. PHP it is. PHP sucks, though CakePHP makes it better. They also didn't have a computer for me, though they made me sign a contract saying I wouldn't abuse the one they were going to provide, so I figured I'd just use my laptop.

Did you catch where I said telling me it was linux was a bungle? Yeah, the server runs Windows. Windows' server, IIS, can be made to run PHP with ease, but unfortunately the braindead hosting company doesn't have it configured that way. Whoops, there goes two weeks because the head of IT isn't smart enough to know what they're paying for, and didn't even confirm it. Okay, ASP.NET it is. Gives me a good opportunity to finally learn C# anyway... but oh wait, developing ASP.NET from Linux is an exercise in pain. I don't happen to have a windows machine sitting around (this is a lie, but I wasn't about to bring that one in), so... what now? Oh hi there mister virtual machine! Running windows XP on a PIII with 368MB of RAM isn't much more pleasant, so that didn't last long as is. A full gig of stupidly expensive RAM later, and we're in business, and I'm cruising along making a new layout for the site. Wait, remember the carbon copy thing? Yeah, the CEO really, really likes that layout, but never said 100% knockoff. That was another week down the shitter.

Well, since then, I've spent many hours writing code. Stuff happened, including some registration drama, but fuck that. It's even more boring than this. I'm currently basically done with the actual code involved, waiting for testing. Actually, I'm waiting for my testing documentation to be okayed so we can even start testing. Getting these people to do anything is almost impossible, because they're all overworked, so I'm becoming underworked, but still drastically underpaid. Today I think I spent 30 minutes playing with some code because my early stuff is offensively bad as a computer scientist. I cleaned up most of that already though, so I'm really doing nothing.

The environment is rather... interesting as well. I work on a floor with a group of mostly 40-50 year old women who answer phones as either sales reps or CSRs. They're all chatty and buddy-buddy, and most of them aren't particularly quiet. This is an ideal coding environment, clearly. Their cubicles all open toward a single aisle. Mine is behind one of the rows, opening to the back of the cube row. I'm effectively isolated, and have no actual reason to talk to any of them. My bosses and clients don't actually keep in contact, because that would be rational, so I can go several days without any more contact with people than platitudes. Or my mother. If you know me, you probably think I'm insane. If you don't think I'm insane and know me, you probably are insane yourself. It's gotten worse. I don't have the mommy issues some people I know do, but when she's the only person I talk to for weeks at a time, and much of that interaction involves her snoring loudly over the television...

I'm not doing well. My job is crap, the pay is worse, and my personal life is best summed up with the following emoticon: .

There's more, but it's all boring details tempered by my frustration. Let's just leave it at this: things aren't good, and aren't looking like getting better anytime soon.

They say college is the best years of your life. I don't know who "they" are, but they're wrong, right? Please someone tell me they're wrong. I mean, it's not really going to get worse from here on out, right?




Right?

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Hahahaha... oh man

I'm a Libertarian, so I definitely answered all of the Firefly questions in a profoundly Mal sort of way.

Oh boy... I was surprised there wasn't any of this on the Johari Window... little did I know there was a completely separate window specifically for this... the Nohari Window. This should be fun...

Time to jump on the Johari Window .

So, we had a blizzard two days ago. Cool, eh?

Right around that time, I realized two things. First that I was out of underwear and no amount of searching the various places that I should have unpacked it from would change that fact. Second, I had no laundry supplies with which to remedy that problem. And then came the blizzard. This is a problem for personal hygene, but I suffered through it as the snow was coming down, because frankly it wasn't that big of a problem, and I'm not completely insane.

So I went yesterday. No, the roads weren't really what a civilized person would call cleared. They weren't bad as long as you tried to drive in between the speeds of "oh god oh god white stuff on the ground we're all going to die," and "Snow? Fuck you the speed limit is X and I drive X+10!" Not that the road didn't have its share of severe messes that caused minor (far under a second) losses of perfect control, but nothing even remotely dangerous, if unpleasant.

And thus I got to WalMart to buy underwear and detergant. No, I didn't decide to merely treat the symptom, but with the crap conditons I didn't really want to go to the laundry building yesterday, so I bought myself a stay of execution, so to speak. By the way, they only had one cashier, and several of those fucking self checkout lanes open. Fuck those things hard. Oh god they're terrible and festering boils upon whoever thought they were a good idea.

Of course, I neither showered (didn't want to change back into the same underwear) or ate before this, so things were starting to get edgy. First the McDonalds in WM was closed. Then I went to the nearby Arby's and found its Open sign was the only light on. For those of you keeping score at home, this would be considered irony. Then I went to the mall, entering exactly as the speaker said the mall was closing. Things were bad.

Getting back home through more of the white crap on the ground, I found a new issue: there was way too much snow on the Lot 9 roof to park a small and weak car like mine, and there were no spots lower. I wasn't what you'd call amused by this, but I figured lot 6 couldn't have been completely full, and it wasn't, so I just parked stupidly far away rather than not at all.

On the way back Derek accosted me to Taco Bell, ostensibly anyway. What I didn't know is that Smita, Tida, and Alex were already in the car, making it a full house with me. What none of us knew is that Taco Bell wasn't open either. Then we went to the BK Lounge and I began to get a severe sense of rejection, as it was closed too. Thankfully Boston Market was open or I'd still be waiting on breakfast (not really).

Then I got back and did very little, until around 2:30 when I started working for my research. I just finished. Yeah, that again. Time for breakfast (at a real time gasp!) and then classes.

Yes, this was mostly tedious, but I swear to god it's the most interesting anything has been since my last update, and I'm too mentally broken to be insightful.

So, I travel to some other country. Or another planet maybe, it was hard to tell and even harder to remember now. For whatever reason I'm working in some sort of computer lab type thing, but it looked structured more like one of the school labs than an actual work environment. Well, I'm charged with murder, though not actually, you know... arrested. I don't know either.

In this country/world, murder is the top of the heinous crimes list, as everyone is essentially a freeloader on the government. As such we're all essentially its children, so killing another is a grave offense for which there is only one punishment: death. Cool, eh? Some of our delegation is up in arms about the mere concept, but Jean Luc Picard says he can actually understand their belief system. Being conscious now, I'm not sure I do, but whatever, it was Jean Luc Picard. I don't know why he was there either.

So, we have some cool forensics bullshit and some other random investigation that wasn't relevant enough to be seen except for the last bit, and it turns out there's a crazy guy at this office. He even had incriminating photos on his computer, though I never saw the guy at the lab once. Everyone else was just going on with their jobs. We turned the evidence over to the authorities, and go home, exhonorated.

Except no. The trial begins and ends without me in their country/world. I get a cell phone call when I get to some awkward semblance of my home from some vaguely Indian sounding woman from TCNJ, telling me that I've been found guilty of murder and have to return to die. There is an obvious outburst of obscenity at this point, because well... fuck you, I'm innocent and they're killing me?

Anyway, we go back to this country, and I go to the authorites, because I have to, right? Well, no... In the case of outsiders, they vote to banish under pain of death. Well, in my case anyway, I think I was the first outsider this came up for. Their philosophy seemed to revolve around the fact that we had everything, how dare we take it from another? Well I didn't have everything, because I wasn't a citizen, so I did have something to gain. Not that I did kill him mind you, but it just changes things somehow. Better still is that they told TCNJ (who needs embassies when you have colleges, right?) about all of this. The College had decided that they didn't like the idea of one of theirs getting away with murder, so to speak, and didn't want to appear weak. They didn't want to condone this sort of thing, so they took me back in order to invoke the death penalty anyway. Fuck you.

Fortunately, the actual killer was made to confess in the interrim, so they just explained the bullshit to me, rather than killed me. Way to go team.

As a result of this, I woke up at 8:16. My alarm was set for 8:30. At 9:06, I got up again to check the time, then turned on my monitor. Noodles - Hikari no Oto was in fact listed in my Winamp playlist, whereas it was a Morning Musume song last night. This means the alarm triggered as expected. I tested it again for the volume, and while it wasn't shaking the room, there's no way I'd sleep through it. Worse still, I wasn't asleep, so how did I miss it? I'm deeply confused, and annoyed... so I wrote this steaming pile.

And now I'm running a bit late for my classes. Cute.

Credit goes to CoolCab for the script and skoolmunkee for the art, and yes, this is in response to what I was just bitching about, and it's perfect in every way. Don't even attempt to deny it.

To the mongoloid involved in writing this:



You are a severely warped individual. Somewhere inside your head, you had the concept of a society where rape is is morally okay. In that society, the above comic is possible. To some extent, I can agree with the male's actions, since he believes death is worse than rape. Some people feel the opposite on the subject, but the comic is far too two dimensional to have explored that in the first place.

Your supporters argue that rape is an accepted part of this society, because they lack cohesion with reality, and think that this disturbing and incorrect world actually exists, so these actions are fine. The world is not real, it is invented. If somehow Mookie was forced to incorporate this setting into the comic, I could understand how it plays out. He wasn't though, he designed and inserted it of his own free will. He conceived of a world where rape was justifiable under some set of circumstances and actually decided to publish it. This is indicitive of larger problems, such as he can HIMSELF justify rape inside of the real world. Well you misogynistic piece of crap, it's wrong and you're a worthless pile of shit.

Please, nobody ever read this shitty webcomic. The art isn't even good anyway. I'm image leeching directly from the source for a reason here... never read Dominic Deegan, or I'll punch you in the spleen.