Welcome to the Blogerati, a blog about blogs (blog²), theorycraft (more on that later), and various details of my life that I choose to interject (blogservations). I was supposed to start this yesterday when I purchased the domain, but today happens to be today and yesterday is not today (additionally, I like to start off on the right left foot of punctuality).
A little about me first:
I’m a to-be sophomore at Boston University, currently (as in, I can’t undeclare until I go back) majoring in Computer Science (I’d rather eat the keys on my keyboard whilst having lock-jaw than learn more about Dijsktra’s algorithm). However, I still love computers and the internet and nerd things and pontificating, thus I blog (instead of just bitch about things to no one in real life, I can now do it online so that future employers can have a nonsense excuse to fire me). Also, I like parentheticals. In addition to my computer interests, I am a word nerd — my favorite shortcut on my mac is apple+space d (using Quicksilver for those in the know) for the dictionary. My ‘free’ subscription to the OED via my school is also well perused. I cofounded a Mac user group at my school and reign supreme (allez-cuisine!) from my throne as treasurer. Check it out! http://www.macbu.org /endplug. I intern in NYC at an undisclosed company because I don’t want to get fired just yet.
Anyways, what can you expect to see at this blog? Well, I said I liked pontificating, so I guess this virtual soapbox is better than being a weirdo in Times Square. I’ll muse about theorycraft (MMO design theory), blog articles I read, and my blogservations (usually things I find ‘interesting’ on the commute to my internship). I theorycraft because I think most MMOs are utter crap right now, but I see the potential in the future. Seriously, WoW as our standard? That’s like saying a Civic or a Camry is the best car ever.
So here are my blogservations for today.
8:20something: The train is pulling into Grand Central terminal and I get up to walk out. Lo and behold, I see a swashbuckler by the age of 50 preparing to stand. Seriously. The guy had his shirt unbuttoned to his navel, chest hair in full bloom. Today (yesterday) I knew was going to be a good day.
8:30something: I’m sitting in a 4/5/6 (whatever) car going downtown to my internship. I see this woman in front of me who has the most ridiculous appearance. Why do people caricature themselves willingly? Her hair looked like pieces of curled paper and her fake eyelashes were the length of a Buick. Here is a picture for your amusement (I, uh, intentionally took it blurry so I would not get arrested).
Since I can’t just stare at people the entire train ride for fear of getting shanked, I, like most people, choose to read the advertisements along the wall/ceiling (newspapers are for dinosaurs). I see this seemingly-innoculous advert:
Now, I’m not saying it’s a big deal, but just slightly amusing. They clearly worked so hard to be race-agnostic here and in doing so completely missed the boat. I mean really, they have every minority known to Ra here — minus caucasian (this term sucks, I, as half-Sicilian, share litle physical connection with Swedes (for instance, not that I hate Swedes; woah, I’m nesting parentheticals)). Do not white people need medical insurance? Guess not, we must all be on HIP or are made of fiber optics or something.
Well, I can tell this post is dragging on so I’ll curtail it here. However, I think for my next post I’ll chronicle my adventures into productivity/GTD land, and how I lost my brain somewhere along the way.