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sick, but stubborn
Apr. 8th, 2003 12:50 amSo I'm picking back up on my C knowledge, bastardizing what I recall from my 118/218/345 series, which was C++, and my systems programming classes, which, being in UNIX, are C. Right now I'm implementing a binary search tree in C. Fun, in ways I'd forgotten programming could be. Trivial, tho.
I'm not behind in classes yet, but was so clogged today that instead of going and dealing with stuff after class I went home and slept. And then I slept some more. Game got cancelled due to tired GM (not me, Crim. Not that I objected. I couldn't have led today). So I got six decent hours of sleep in the middle of the day.
Had a great weekend this weekend. Saturday morning we went paintballing. My first time, so of course it was plagued with problems. The marker I got had a near-empty tank the first run, so I was out replacing the tank for a game. It was probably for the best, though, since I got an idea my first game for the feel of how to play. Second set, I kept advancing too far and not keeping enough cover. Lesson learned with lots of paint on me. When we got to the third set, I'd gotten things much more figured out, so of course the marker gave out. I spent part of the first game of the set unjamming the hopper, which was annoying, and then got shot out by someone I couldn't see. Facial. whee. Was doing great second game of the set, until I heard the familiar sound of the tank giving out. I knew I could do single shots for a while longer, so I decided to make like Stride and see whether I could advance and get a surrender. Not really. The cover in that last arena sucked rocks - it was all big conduit and had no real reasonable way for someone to get beyond the middle point. I tried anyway, and dodged paint moving up until I failed to stop quickly enough and someone who was watching the corridor down the left side nailed me neatly.
All in all, I'd enjoy doing it again, no matter the hurt it caused my poor out-of-shape body. I'd be tempted to save enough to pick up a simple marker of my own that didn't suck, so I couldn't blame them for my sucky performance. That and the fact that rentals are about $50 and a basic gun runs around $150-$200. hm.
Returning to Stride's house, I had a brief chill from watching the news afterwards - war footage is just a little more disturbing when you've just spent the morning playing wargames, badly. A sort of recognition that I've got a very poor survival chance in a similar situation. ick.
Went out to dinner with Dad and Stride. I wanted to talk to him in person, since I so rarely visit him, and thank him for school cash. Dinner went well. Apparently his company is doing a lot of construction for education nowadays - he's going to be working on the UC Berkeley campus starting in summer, there's a job at Stanford soon, and they've even got a bid in for a building on the Poly campus down here! I don't know what building, but it's probably the Building 52 replacement.
Yeah. Got her a GameBoy. Worried it was going to look like a self-interest gift (you know, "hey, honey, I bought you a new stereo system for your birthday", that kind.) But she'd seemed interested in the Gameboy, and it really is damn cool. Glad you like, love! Hope it serves you well :-)
Oh, yeah. Stride's finally realizing that when I say 'teflon seive', I bloody well mean it. My mind is non-stick when it comes to anything that's not directly in my sights, and right now, that's either school or work. Sigh. So she's now told me, what, four times, what the plot is for her D&D game for minicon. I remember when she tells me, but yeah, my recall sucks. It's one of the reasons I suck at math - I can't keep rules in my head, I have to have reference material. *looks around his wood-pulp clogged room* so now you know why I keep a library on hand. It's external storage.
Stride expressed disbelief at the whole 'two years' thing. I've been uncertain how much time I had left for so long, I still have the same reaction when people ask - I'll be getting out sometime soon, but I don't spend a lot of time staring off at the horizon for fear of vertigo. I just keep putting one foot in front of the other and hope I'm going in the right direction.
I'm not behind in classes yet, but was so clogged today that instead of going and dealing with stuff after class I went home and slept. And then I slept some more. Game got cancelled due to tired GM (not me, Crim. Not that I objected. I couldn't have led today). So I got six decent hours of sleep in the middle of the day.
Had a great weekend this weekend. Saturday morning we went paintballing. My first time, so of course it was plagued with problems. The marker I got had a near-empty tank the first run, so I was out replacing the tank for a game. It was probably for the best, though, since I got an idea my first game for the feel of how to play. Second set, I kept advancing too far and not keeping enough cover. Lesson learned with lots of paint on me. When we got to the third set, I'd gotten things much more figured out, so of course the marker gave out. I spent part of the first game of the set unjamming the hopper, which was annoying, and then got shot out by someone I couldn't see. Facial. whee. Was doing great second game of the set, until I heard the familiar sound of the tank giving out. I knew I could do single shots for a while longer, so I decided to make like Stride and see whether I could advance and get a surrender. Not really. The cover in that last arena sucked rocks - it was all big conduit and had no real reasonable way for someone to get beyond the middle point. I tried anyway, and dodged paint moving up until I failed to stop quickly enough and someone who was watching the corridor down the left side nailed me neatly.
All in all, I'd enjoy doing it again, no matter the hurt it caused my poor out-of-shape body. I'd be tempted to save enough to pick up a simple marker of my own that didn't suck, so I couldn't blame them for my sucky performance. That and the fact that rentals are about $50 and a basic gun runs around $150-$200. hm.
Returning to Stride's house, I had a brief chill from watching the news afterwards - war footage is just a little more disturbing when you've just spent the morning playing wargames, badly. A sort of recognition that I've got a very poor survival chance in a similar situation. ick.
Went out to dinner with Dad and Stride. I wanted to talk to him in person, since I so rarely visit him, and thank him for school cash. Dinner went well. Apparently his company is doing a lot of construction for education nowadays - he's going to be working on the UC Berkeley campus starting in summer, there's a job at Stanford soon, and they've even got a bid in for a building on the Poly campus down here! I don't know what building, but it's probably the Building 52 replacement.
Yeah. Got her a GameBoy. Worried it was going to look like a self-interest gift (you know, "hey, honey, I bought you a new stereo system for your birthday", that kind.) But she'd seemed interested in the Gameboy, and it really is damn cool. Glad you like, love! Hope it serves you well :-)
Oh, yeah. Stride's finally realizing that when I say 'teflon seive', I bloody well mean it. My mind is non-stick when it comes to anything that's not directly in my sights, and right now, that's either school or work. Sigh. So she's now told me, what, four times, what the plot is for her D&D game for minicon. I remember when she tells me, but yeah, my recall sucks. It's one of the reasons I suck at math - I can't keep rules in my head, I have to have reference material. *looks around his wood-pulp clogged room* so now you know why I keep a library on hand. It's external storage.
Stride expressed disbelief at the whole 'two years' thing. I've been uncertain how much time I had left for so long, I still have the same reaction when people ask - I'll be getting out sometime soon, but I don't spend a lot of time staring off at the horizon for fear of vertigo. I just keep putting one foot in front of the other and hope I'm going in the right direction.
