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[	Current Location	|	Elizabeth	]
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[	music	|	Styrofoam : Couches in Alleys	]

Right now, I am smug as a bug in a rug. It's getting towards the end of this class, and I am glad to see that everything (except for the bill) is shaping up nicely. Right now I am installing Visual Studio on my personal machine. Lately, I have been unsure about how I can or should work on projects for KHC. Up until now, i have been doing it all on my work computer, which seems like a great alternative to carrying a second machine. We have had another round of layoffs, and I don't want to be in a position to be reprimanded. As much as I like the idea of Java, I find it hard to believe that anyone could bang out applications in Java as fast and easy as I do in .Net. When I look on Planet Source Code, the Java applications seem to be rudimentary at best. Today, I got frustrated with how much arbitrary information I am required to know. Actually, I am less frustrated with the requirement, and more frustrated with my ability to know it easily. At any rate, I banged out a little memorization and testing application modeled after SuperMemo. I called mine ButterMemo, and I will be posting it up on Planet Source Code when I get a chance. At some point, I would like to add a grading function to keep track of what the user has been quizzed on and what answers were incorrect. The basic idea is that the popups would show reminders at intervals. An item that has been shown would go into a queue for that user. Every now and then, the user would get a question (chosen from the recent reminders) that they have to answer. If they answer correctly, that card is pulled from the users queue. If they answer incorrectly, the card stays in the queue. So far, I have the cards and the questions, but not the grading.

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[	Current Location	|	Elizabeth	]
[	mood	|	cheerful	]
[	music	|	The crazy lady upstairs...	]

• 08.19.07.What's News?

1. This morning, I woke up in Roanoke. Last night, I had arrived at about 2AM after an all night session doing battle with the Active Directory at KHC. Weez and Kdev were going to visit Nan in Troutville. I needed to go back to BedRock to pick up a paycheck and a graduation check. I stopped at the spot and picked up a fat new MTech 440 Steel. This thing is a full precision WetWorks tool. It's too cool to keep for myself, but I can't decide who to give it to. It looks like RedNeck Goth, if there is such a thing. When I got to BedRock, I noticed that my oil was due for a change. Standing in the office, I almost started to work more on the network, but I thought better of it, because it's a Sunday, and the JiffyLube would probably have been closed by the time I left the office. The nearest JiffyLube that I could think of is in Forest. Of course, I could think of Forest easily, because that's where the JCrew outlet is. I got the oil change and stopped in at JCrew. I picked up trousers and some socks. On the way back up to RockTown, I stopped by Buena Vista. Buena Vista is a small (really small) town between Roanoke and Harrisonburg. It's more or less across the interstate from Lexington. The proximity and low house prices make it a prime location for our next home. I drove around until I found a real estate office. Looking at the house prices, my jaw dropped. Some of the new estates that are going up could not easily be classified as “houses”. Many of them cost six figures. By the same token, there were plenty of decent looking 3 and 4 bedroom houses going for under $100k. I thought about the possibilities all the way back to RockTown. It's a good thing I had that to think about, because my MP3 player had no more charge, and I am not in the habit of carrying a lot of CDs on the road. On top of that, I was a little tired from staying up so late last night. Getting back to RockTown, I laid down for a little while, played Halo 1, and thought about going on a hike. When I went to the window, I saw that it was sprinkling from an almost cloudless sky, such a beautiful thing. I went to Wal-Mart to get some basics. I'm planning to head back to Roanoke tomorrow, because my grandmother is visiting from Newark, New Jersey. I am going to ask to work half days from home this week. Walking into Wal-Mart, my new JCrew trousers set off the alarm with the sewn in RFID tag. They come with a cloth-attached tag that you are supposed to cut off when you buy the clothing. I resent the fact that anyone would expect me to take scissors or knife to my newly purchased clothing, so I usually leave the tags on. The RFID tags are no good after going through the washer and dryer, so it's never an issue. Of course, you don't wash Leather trousers, and this pair of trousers was just purchased, so the tag worked fine. Does Wal-Mart sell leather trousers? I walked into the store with a short list of items to pick up in my head.

• Deodorant

• Vasaline
  

• Bunny Food

• Lotion
  

• Vegetables

• Motor Oil

• Trail Bars

• String
  

• Bottled Water

• Duct Tape
  

• Tooth Paste

• A Kazoo
  

• Milk

• When the alarm sounded, I continued to walk normally, and no one approached me. I also forgot everything on my list. Looking around the store, I remembered a few of the items, but I started to get nervous about leaving. Should I just walk out like normal? Should I say to the docile little woman at the door “It's OK, it's just my funky trousers”? Should I make a break for it? How far could I run with these trousers on? I wondered around the store until I remembered a few of the items on the list and went to get in line. Leaving, the alarm sounded, and again no one approached me. Personal note to self: Don't pay for things at Wal-Mart. Walking to my car, I thought a lot about how nervous I was in the store. I thought a lot about how embarrassed I would have been if I had been apprehended. I thought a lot about how odd it would have been to have my ass kicked by a woman while wearing leather trousers. Note to self... I digress. Apparently, I mused on the subject a bit too long, because when I got back to the apartment, I was still in LaLaLand. The sprinkling had turned into a small summer storm, and I wanted to get into the apartment without getting soaked. I backed my car in, turned off the wipers and lights, put my MP3 player and charger in the grocery bag, grabbed my bag, locked the door, got out of the car, and remembered that the keys were still in the ignition. As I stood looking stupidly into the quickly fogging windows, I could hear that the engine was still running. I could also hear the storm growing in intensity. My apartment has about a 6 inch eave, so when you step outside, if it is raining, you get wet. I tried to prop my bag up in front of the door so the MP3 player could stay relatively dry. I am not a big guy, but apparently I am more than 6 inches from front to back. I found that I could not make a call without getting soaked. I ran out to get under a few trees in front of the apartment. I have another set of keys in my desk drawer at work. Paging through the list of co-workers, I called the ones that I thought might be available. Voice Mail, Voice Mail, Voice Mail. Some of the students in a house across the way were standing out in the rain drinking water out of red Solo cups and screaming “Woo!” In unison. As the rain intensified, they started picking up the cups and taking the table inside. Apparently, they didn't want the rain water. I ran up to the door just as the last one was closing it. Knocking on the door, I heard “Oh Shit, that big black midget is at the door!”, “Put that shit out”, and “He looks like a cop”. I have been called a lot of things in my life, but... I digress. A sheepish looking girl came to the door and I told her about my naughty keys. She said that she would look, but she thought everyone was using plastic coat hangars these days. 30 seconds later, she came back and said that they had no metal coat hangars in the house. Note to self: Become a cop and arrest the whole lot of them. I ran back to the grove of trees and looked around. I went to knock on another neighbor, Juan's door. Fortunately, he was there. He did have a metal hangar, but it was a HUGE gold colored hangar that was for some reason, neatly unwound and straightened almost perfectly, except for the hook at the end. I thanked him, and proceeded to start scratching up my brand new car. The door locks in my car are not electric, but they do have rubbery nips at the top, so there is nothing for a hangar to grip on to. I went back to Juan's door to see if he had a tennis ball, and he was like “I never would have guessed you to be a YouTube addict... Are you a cop?” Before I could answer, my phone rang. It was JoTho, from work. JoTho is an ex immigration officer who had never actually retired. I don't think he turned in his weapon, either. He has threatened to shoot me several times.

• “Rahsaan”

• “Pringle, Didn't I tell you not to lock yourself out?”

• “No, sir”

• “Alright, I'll be there in a minute.”

• “Great, I am at...”

• Click

• 3 minutes later, The phone rang again. It was JoTho.

  • “Where are you at?”

  • “I'm at my apartment, It's a stones throw from Calhoun's. I have a spare set of keys in my desk at the office.”

  • “Fine, GodDammit!”

  • Pregnant pause...

  • “JoTho?”

  • “Here is what I am going to do. I'm going to go to the office and get your keys out of your desk. After that, I am going to bring your keys to you. You are going to be waiting for me and your keys at the bar at Calhoun's! YOU HEAR ME PRINGLE?!?”

  • “Yes Sir!”

  • Click

  • When I closed my phone I looked around the room and Juan, and the two women he lived with, and the two babies they had were all looking at me with big eyes and wide open mouths. I guess JoTho didn't lose his touch. I thanked them and ran downtown to Calhoun's. JoTho time is weird. He could be 45 minutes late, or he could be 45 minutes early. Either way JoTho was my boss, and if he said to wait for him at the bar, I was going to wait for him at the bar, no questions asked.