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The Boogeyman Called Abstinence [click to read]

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Another solution to solve the problem in Marks Money [click] would be, as she suggested [click], to hand in the assignment, skip class all together and get sleep at home instead.

Anyhow, we've got yet another solution that could buy you up to an extra 2-3 days to procrastinate once more!

Here's it:

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I love 'original' potato wedges - cooked ones of course. Bring in the sour cream and sweet chilli or just plain tomato sauce, you'll make me happy.

But 'spicy' potato wedges, that's another story.

That's the story of the devil giving stupid ideas to stupid people to make stupid recipes. Chapter 13.

'SPICY' potato wedges? Of the devil!

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Next project: Perfecting the Mohawk

Future entry: The economics of blogs, the internet, and your mum.

Future entry: Recognising 'hype'. Why, what, how, who, and when.

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edit/update: I realised that I really like doing what I'm doing now. Programming? Econs? Accounting? Stats? It's like, I find em easy to absorb, and when it's easy I feel like I'm in control, like I'm on top of these courses.

It's a good feeling.

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I never saw myself a "computer guy", but since I'm in a Computer Science course at uni now, I guess you can call me that - a "computer guy".

This "computer guy" would be the one involved in the creation of computer programs that you can hate with a passion when your kids tell you about them and you have no idea what your kids are talking about. Now the one thing I like about programming is that it's all about problem solving. Nothing else. It's not the ability to prance around online forums showing off your ability to program that gives me the kicks. Problem solving, that makes me happy.

Now, let's apply some problem solving skills to the problem below:

- It's 11 p.m.
- You've got an assignment due at midday tomorrow, it contributes to your total course marks
- You're in the course to get a degree from uni
- You haven't started on your assignment
- It would take approximately 6 hours to complete the assignment
- Cheating is not an option
- There is no other way around it, 6 hours must be given up to finish this assignment
- Of course the 6 hours includes the time you waste being distracted
- You have class from 11 a.m. to 5 p.m. tomorrow
- You do not drink coffee
- To be in time for class, you have to get up at 10 a.m.

Question is: Do you stay up till 5 a.m. to finish your assignment or sleep and forget all about your assignment?

Considerations: Staying up till 5 a.m. will only leave you with 5 hours of sleep to power through 6 hours of classes the following day. However, since you always sleep in class it wouldn't make a difference if sleep deprivation puts you to sleep in class, for the umpteenth time. Marks from the assignment will help you pass your course. You want to pass your course to get your degree. You want your degree for a better shot at a job interview. You want a job interview for a job. You want a job for money. You want money so you can give money to me. You don't get any marks for sleeping at home. Neither are marks deducted for falling asleep in class.

Solution: Since marks may translate into money, marks are important in this situation. Since you don't get any marks for sleeping at home and since marks are not deducted for falling asleep in class, it is better to sleep in class in this situation. So you should stay up till 5 a.m. to finish your assignment and sleep in class the following day.

Problem solved.

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Sometimes I stay up till 3 in the morning to read totally random blogs. Like this one here [click] written by an anonymous bouncer.

And well, sometimes I come across stuff that I think might be worth a read. Serious stuff, weird stuff, and stuff like this post below from the bouncer's blog.

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Link to original post [click]

Rats

Once, at one of the clubs I worked, I ran an experiment. At this particular club – long since closed, remodeled and opened under another name – everything had already started going to shit, and nobody gave a flying fuck what anyone else was doing unless it cut into the remaining cash stream. The remaining cash stream was already well-defined and channeled where it needed to be channeled, so the only way you could make waves in this shithole was to try and tap into that flow if you weren’t on the approved list.

In other words, we did whatever we wanted, and nobody gave a shit so long as they went home with their minimum.

My experiment was simple. I took four stanchions and four strands of velvet rope, and I made a square in the middle of one of the VIP sections. Inside this square, I put one of those club-cube end tables. On the club-cube end table, I placed a lit candle. I posted a bouncer on each side of the square. They were instructed to not, under any circumstances, let anyone inside the square.

Since I was “in charge” of this VIP section – I stood at the door, which ostensibly made me the senior bouncer in the area – the regulars knew who I was. Every ten minutes or so, I made a point of stepping through the ropes to the inside of the square. I would make a show of inspecting the table and the candle, then I’d pretend to make radio calls. After that, I would tap a bouncer on the shoulder, point to the inside of the square, and say, “Nod your head at me so these fucking morons will think I just told you something important.”

First, people started asking questions. I expected this. Then, when the liquor and the drugs began kicking in, they started asking to get inside the square. After an hour or so of this came the first attempts to breech the perimeter. The bouncers I’d posted at the ropes were in on the experiment, so they were willing to endure this for me. Nobody got in.

Next came tension. People asked us if we knew who they were. They asked for “favors.” They dropped names. They told us we’d lose our jobs if we didn’t let them in. One told me to go get a “real job.”

Finally, a bouncer named Joe held up a twenty dollar bill. He was declared the winner, and the experiment came to a close.

Link to original post [click]

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Every once in a while you come across a movie so inspirational it, almost literally, brings your world to a halt. A movie so inspirational it moves you to tears. Not streaming down your cheeks, but just enough to let you know you've been moved.

A movie that makes you wonder, forces you to reconsider. One that changes your lenses and how you look at things in your own life.

And today I had the privilege of viewing such a movie.

Enough said. The Great Debaters, worth your time.

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Life has become a box of mints,

    a quiet bus ride home, Steph and Nat (the one's that you don't know, neither do I),

Sunday and Monday nights working on tutorials, Friday nights working,

    six strings and a wooden frame,

a pair of jeans, a black pair of Havi's,

    my maroon getaway machine,

late night video calls, trouble waking up at 1000hrs,

    and crazy thoughts.

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