It's Coming...

Are you ready? Classes are almost out and I think that means it's time for the return of Adventure Day. I know you missed it, and this once-weekly post thing is really cramping you're reading style, isn't it? So starting on the 30th not only will you be seeing the return of Adventure Day, but also New Artist Crush and Random Word Generated Friday. I'm also adding a new feature This Ain't Yo Mamma's House dedicated to my 20-something peers who are living on their own and continually confused as to why the dishes aren't disappearing from the sink.

Excited yet? I know you are.

How StarCraft Almost Turned Me Into A Hobo

So I was going through old blog posts (ah, memories), and realized that I had promised to tell you about my trip home from California, but never did. Bet you're still on the edge of your seats (or, you know, most likely not)

Since my buddies William and Nate were to return home without me, I had purchased Amtrak tickets home from Fresno to Chicago, then from Chicago to Ann Arbor where I was going to catch a ride home with one of my best friends and his mom.

Let me start with this: Amtrak is the most comfortable way to travel. Not the fastest, not the most convenient, but the most comfortable. It's also amazingly beautiful.

I will never understand people who think this is boring. Never.

Taking the train is a great way to meet people. I sat next to a woman from Seattle who used to work the switchboard in the Navy, then eventually was in counseling. She ended up asking for my e-mail to give to one of her grandsons. Whilst I'm glad my grandmother and mother don't do that to me (thank you by the way mom), I thought it was cute and acquiesced (and no, I never got an e-mail either). From Denver I sat next to a woman who ran a small newspaper and was in the arts. She slept most of the trip, but it was nice talking to her when she was awake since we had a shared interest in art.

Dear Internet...excuse me but, what are you doing?

So...I'm just going to go ahead and cross "pug" off the list of possible dogs I would like to own. There is no way I am sewing it a countess costume and I wouldn't want my dog to get an inferiority complex.

WHAT ARE THESE SHENANIGANS?!

Helga by Emily B. Lanczy

Guess who got fan art? It's almost like Legend of Helga is a real web-comic! Oh happy day!

Happy Valentines Day!

3 Videos for the quirkier sides of love:

Academic Rage

Defacing my textbook is the only way I have found to deal with Calc II

Math is the language of nature, it is how the world describes how it works. From how a flower blooms to how a bird flies. It is beautifully suited to this purpose and I love it for its elegance.

As a computer scientist I learn math because it is my job to teach nature to machines. As an artist I learn math because it is my job to teach nature to man.

Unfortunately, noble as my quest is to learn this language is, I am stymied by those that would teach it. I think they hate me. Or something. Seriously, Calc II is probably the most needlessly over-complicated math class I have ever taken. No wonder the fail rate is so high. Even the textbook has given up on trying to understand what's going on.

I'm like if Spock was played by the Incredible Hulk every time I try to do Calc homework.

And so, while I delve into this Lewis Carroll nightmare of numbers and no sense, I am comforted by a single thought: Someone already wrote a program that does this for me.

It's good to be in computer science.

I love you mom.

Who gave that spaz a camera?