<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897</id><updated>2011-07-29T00:26:44.865-07:00</updated><category term='exercise'/><category term='election'/><category term='law'/><category term='web'/><category term='politics'/><category term='random'/><category term='death'/><category term='economy'/><category term='music'/><category term='props'/><category term='geek'/><category term='gaming'/><category term='television'/><category term='life'/><category term='literature'/><category term='introspection'/><category term='crime'/><category term='food'/><category term='family'/><category term='coding'/><category term='design'/><category term='dating'/><category term='health'/><category term='work'/><category term='science'/><category term='humor'/><title type='text'>The Hypocrite Bastard</title><subtitle type='html'>An artistic production of mental diarrhea over an electronic plaintext medium.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-7187130912563423419</id><published>2009-08-29T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T05:18:28.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coding'/><title type='text'>Abstract factory</title><content type='html'>A good article on uses of the Builder and Abstract Factory software design patterns.  This helped clarify some ideas I couldn't get out of my head this weekend.   Work has been long and hard, which, in turn, means I'm having a harder problem in getting work out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.developer.com/design/article.php/3769336"&gt;http://www.developer.com/design/article.php/3769336&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-7187130912563423419?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/7187130912563423419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=7187130912563423419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/7187130912563423419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/7187130912563423419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-article-on-uses-of-builder-and.html' title='Abstract factory'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-6104668435312547461</id><published>2009-08-05T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T16:36:45.498-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Social cues</title><content type='html'>I had an interesting encounter at work where a new co-worker gave a strong, contested opinion to management without picking up on or feeling out the social dynamic of our work group.  Needless to say, many of my co-workers were quite peeved by the comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me to think about how to approach the new co-worker in a gentle fashion to give him a heads up that he was commenting on a very sensitive work topic and that his comments, in particular, were not received well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also got me thinking how it's not my battle to fight and he's on his own to learn his own lessons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure which road to take here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-6104668435312547461?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/6104668435312547461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=6104668435312547461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/6104668435312547461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/6104668435312547461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/08/social-cues.html' title='Social cues'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-6107861324218621141</id><published>2009-07-06T12:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:00:26.841-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Knees</title><content type='html'>My knees.  They currently hurt.  That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-6107861324218621141?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/6107861324218621141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=6107861324218621141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/6107861324218621141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/6107861324218621141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/07/knees.html' title='Knees'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-1887722935690450636</id><published>2009-06-30T13:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:46:05.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Pops</title><content type='html'>So I attended the Cambridge Symphony Orchestra's annual pops concert this past weekend.  It originally was supposed to be held outside at Sennott Park near Central Square, but being that it was overcast the entire month of June, the organizers decided to move it indoors to a nearby youth center. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good time.  They ended up playing medleys from Broadway musicals like West Side Story and Chicago.  I haven't seen West Side Story since I was in middle school and I've never seen Chicago, but it still was enjoyable.  They also played a medley of Star Trek music which brought a little inner geek enjoyment out of me.  They closed it out by having a symphonic narrative in respect to the African-American poet Phyllis Wheatley.  It was good in an avant-garde way.   I have to find more events like this since it was a nice change of pace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-1887722935690450636?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/1887722935690450636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=1887722935690450636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/1887722935690450636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/1887722935690450636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/06/pops.html' title='Pops'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-6582066497471218393</id><published>2009-06-21T13:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T14:11:19.707-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>There's a lot that I can say about this weekend, but I need some time to gain some perspective to discuss it more concretely.  Some things I learned about myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Despite my ongoing internal dialogue, my initial estimation is usually the correct one.  In other words, my instincts are usually correct.&lt;br /&gt;2. If someone is funny and an asshole, then they are exactly that.  They are funny, but they are also an asshole.  Finding funny people isn't as easy as one may think.  Also, trust your instincts and stay away from the dicks.  People who routinely find trouble are to be avoided.&lt;br /&gt;3. I can drink a lot of beer.&lt;br /&gt;4. I can appreciate good musical technique even if the output is not as interesting to me.&lt;br /&gt;5. I am not into illegal drug use on any level, even recreationally.  &lt;br /&gt;6. I received an e-mail from a close friend and then had a good long discussion with him.   It helped me understand how to define what a close friend really is and is not.&lt;br /&gt;7. I am not as socially practiced as many other people, but this does not correlate to me being an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;8. I am comfortable with who I am, what I have accomplished, and where I am going.&lt;br /&gt;9. I need a new mobile phone, but I don't want massive features on it, nor do I have any need or desire to be eternally connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel motivated for the upcoming week of work, which is a feeling I needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-6582066497471218393?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/6582066497471218393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=6582066497471218393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/6582066497471218393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/6582066497471218393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-1127654227512495879</id><published>2009-06-21T07:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T07:13:56.917-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='props'/><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>Thanks to JT for keeping it real in a world of hypocrites and bastards.   That was well needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-1127654227512495879?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/1127654227512495879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=1127654227512495879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/1127654227512495879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/1127654227512495879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/06/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-6020085163335710160</id><published>2009-06-12T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T06:59:57.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Good hair</title><content type='html'>As a guy, I don't think about this too often, but I am having alternating luck with my hair.  Consider the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Bad hair day&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Good hair day&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Bad hair day&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Good hair day&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Bad hair day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to get a haircut this weekend in order to stem the tide of hair uncertainty.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I got that out of the way, it's not gone unnoticed that I took a break from serious blogging recently.  Normally, when I blog of something of importance, it is because I want to clear some space in my head by reasoning things out in writing.  It brings me some clarity.   I have been feeling fairly clear-headed over the past month or so.  Don't get me wrong.  There are still things in my life I want to improve on, but I am progressing nicely in those areas.   I feel like there is a combination of comfort.  I am comfortable with where I am and also comforted by the various possibilities in my life.  I feel exceptionally self-aware right now and that, honestly, feels pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was pretty exhausting.  It's the end of the week and I want to take a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-6020085163335710160?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/6020085163335710160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=6020085163335710160' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/6020085163335710160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/6020085163335710160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-hair.html' title='Good hair'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-92560235533400350</id><published>2009-06-05T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T07:31:10.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web'/><title type='text'>Giant sharks</title><content type='html'>Funny clip found online from hack movie script writers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are most people afraid of when flying?  The takeoffs?  Landings?  Turbulence?  Power failure?  Bad weather?  No.  GIANT FUCKING SHARKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=skYRZ_-RXtk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=skYRZ_-RXtk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-92560235533400350?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/92560235533400350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=92560235533400350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/92560235533400350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/92560235533400350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/06/giant-sharks.html' title='Giant sharks'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-7819423447817066928</id><published>2009-06-01T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T08:10:09.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>Child abuse</title><content type='html'>I was watching a short spot of television this morning while enjoying my delicious and nutritious bowl of Shredded Wheat cereal when I viewed the following commercial:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7qb0vquRcys&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7qb0vquRcys&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was so funny and sad at the same time.  I usually am a habitual channel changer during commercial breaks, but this was a good set of advertising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of one of Jack Handy's classic Deep Thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is "God&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is "Probably because of something you did."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-7819423447817066928?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/7819423447817066928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=7819423447817066928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/7819423447817066928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/7819423447817066928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/06/child-abuse.html' title='Child abuse'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-5695411371156941584</id><published>2009-05-31T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T08:09:55.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Things I will never eat</title><content type='html'>A new series in my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I will never eat:  I was watching the Travel Channel and saw a corndog cone.  Just no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-5695411371156941584?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/5695411371156941584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=5695411371156941584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/5695411371156941584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/5695411371156941584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-i-will-never-eat.html' title='Things I will never eat'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-3215981553371029047</id><published>2009-05-30T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T03:54:21.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>I was exhausted when I went to sleep last night.  I couldn't sleep much.  Now, I am awake and am exhausted again, but I can't get back to bed.   What the shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-3215981553371029047?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/3215981553371029047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=3215981553371029047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/3215981553371029047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/3215981553371029047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/05/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-1272365016377966301</id><published>2009-05-29T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:32:13.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>The Dentist - Part 1</title><content type='html'>I had a fantastic appointment at the dentist today.  I do mean that.  The cleaning went smoothly.  They gave me novacaine.  I can't feel my face right now and I think I accidentally bit my tongue and won't feel the pain for another few hours.  I tried using a mouthwash to clean out some bacteria.  When you have no feeling on the entire right side of your face, keeping liquid in your mouth is a challenge.  I tried to accomplish this feat and hilarity ensued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-1272365016377966301?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/1272365016377966301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=1272365016377966301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/1272365016377966301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/1272365016377966301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/05/dentist-part-1.html' title='The Dentist - Part 1'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-7734237494959519450</id><published>2009-05-26T13:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:53:17.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Appreciation for Honesty</title><content type='html'>It's rare to have refreshing honesty in life.  Let me share a personal anecdote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved into a shared house when I was away for school.  It was shared between me and two other guys.  One of the housemates left after the fall semester as he graduated early.  I liked the final housemate, but we never really hung out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the spring semester, when he was moving out to drive to Washington, D.C. and his new life.   We didn't know each other well enough to keep in touch.  I said a brief goodbye and instead of saying goodbye, he replied, "Well... have a nice life!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't offended at all by this blunt, and, to some, offensive farewell.  It was actually amazingly refreshing.  I laughed and went on with my day.  His comment remains with me to this day as it had a lasting impression on me.  I hope he is doing well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-7734237494959519450?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/7734237494959519450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=7734237494959519450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/7734237494959519450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/7734237494959519450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/05/appreciation-for-honesty.html' title='Appreciation for Honesty'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-2695918127736709344</id><published>2009-05-20T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T08:10:39.240-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web'/><title type='text'>Tuscan Milk</title><content type='html'>To further add to yesterday's epic post, consider the following glorious review of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Tuscan-Whole-Milk-Gallon-128/dp/B00032G1S0/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top"&gt;Tuscan Whole Milk, 1 Gallon, 128 fl oz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chateau du Lait Blanc, watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One should not be intimidated by Tuscan Whole Milk. Nor should one prejudge, despite the fact that Tuscan is non-vintage and comes in such large containers. Do not be fooled: this is not a jug milk. I always find it important to taste milk using high-quality stemware -- this is milk deserving of something better than a Flintstones plastic tumbler. One should pour just a small dollop and swirl it in the glass -- note the coating and look for clots or discoloration. And the color -- it should be opaque, and very, very white. Now, immerse your nose in the glass and take a whiff. Tuscan transports you instantly to scenic hill towns in central Italy (is that Montepulciano I detect?) --- there is the loamy clay, the green grass of summer days, the towering cypress. And those gentle hints of Italian flowers -- wild orchids, sunflowers, poppies. Then, one takes in the thick liquid and lets it roll across and under the tongue -- what is that? perhaps a hint of a nutty Edam cheese? With Tuscan, you feel the love of every dairyperson involved -- from the somewhat sad and deranged farmhand shovelling steaming cowpies to the bored union milk maiden dreaming of leaving this soul crushing life behind for a job waiting tables for obnoxious American tourists in Siena. But not too fast -- sip gently, slowly, or one is in danger of not only missing the subtleties of the milk's texture and its terroir, but -- if chilled too long -- also of giving oneself a blinding ice cream headache. Nay, savor the goodness that only dairymen and dairywomen working at the apex of their craft can deliver. Tuscan is best drunk young -- no, no, don't cellar this gem -- I guarantee you'll be sorry if you do. I recommend pairing with freshly baked macadamia nut scones. Milk Expectorator gives this one a 92." - Philip Tone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this goes well with yet another review comment on yesterday's post on the Three Wolf T-Shirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I accidentally spilled a glass of Tuscan Whole Milk down the front of this shirt, and my soul was torn from my body and thrown into heaven by a jealous God." - Chaon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-2695918127736709344?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/2695918127736709344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=2695918127736709344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/2695918127736709344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/2695918127736709344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuscan-milk.html' title='Tuscan Milk'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-8706564607733148237</id><published>2009-05-19T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T06:56:41.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web'/><title type='text'>Zubaz pants</title><content type='html'>Amazon.com is currently being flooded by a number of viral reviewers for funny items sold on the site.  The 4chan /b/tards have been crapflooding the site with pretty humorous reviews.  A few snippets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Zubaz-Pants/dp/B000WVXM0W/ref=pd_sbs_a_2"&gt;Zubaz Pants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I call these my Cock Fight pants. I know what you are thinking, why Cock Fight? Why not Zebra Fight pants? Here, let me explain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I wore these pants, I tried to capture the spirit of the animal print from which they came: the Zebracorn (50% Zebra / 50% Unicorn = 100% real. See Google). I would wear these pants with nothing more than Crocs on my feet and hair on my chest, and prance around the block like the mighty, legendary Zebracorn. It was kind of like skipping, using an intermittent hop, kind of a gallop. Yes, definitely a gallop. And I held my hands in front of my chest like I wasn't exactly sure what to do with them. People would ask if I was gay as I pranced around. I'd smile, wave, and wish them a happy day too. Then one day my friend explained to me that those people used a redefined meaning of that word. I didn't know they did that! (Change word meanings, I mean.)" - J.C. Murphy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Three-T-Shirt-Available-Various-Sizes/dp/B000NZW3IY/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top"&gt;Three Wolf Moon T-Shirt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I purchased this shirt with the intention of giving it to my father. I knew he would feel it was fabulous and wear it with proud distinction. What I did not anticipate was the compelling gaze of Wolf #3. Upon opening the package I was instantly enraptured by its eyes and knew without a moment's doubt that my father could not have this t-shirt. It had to be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate mocked me, however, for the gift arrived on Father's Day and I had no choice but to give it to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anguish I was forced to endure was beyond the most savage of torments Hell could bestow upon the lowliest of mortals. What choice was I given? I murdered my father in a fit of jealous rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes pay a prostitute to wear the t-shirt and visit me in prison just so I can look lovingly upon it." - Brandon Patterson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-8706564607733148237?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/8706564607733148237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=8706564607733148237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/8706564607733148237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/8706564607733148237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/05/zubaz-pants.html' title='Zubaz pants'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-8148025472991503513</id><published>2009-05-15T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T10:18:00.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Unknown state of being</title><content type='html'>One of the few readers of my blog site mentioned they wanted me to update the site.  I haven't updated in about a week or so because honestly, I couldn't think of anything of interest to write about.  Life is ok.  There are things I would like to improve, but I am working on them (trying out more and more new things, being more social, general health).  I consider myself fairly happy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the feeling of being in a relationship, but I am not in a hurry to do so either if that makes any sense.  I am comfortable meeting new people with the intention of learning more about them and becoming friends and if something more develops than I will be pleasantly surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I seem to attract older women and gay men in my newly started online dating scene adventures.  This is strange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-8148025472991503513?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/8148025472991503513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=8148025472991503513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/8148025472991503513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/8148025472991503513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/05/unknown-state-of-being.html' title='Unknown state of being'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-2440677108260486857</id><published>2009-05-05T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:09:11.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Weight update</title><content type='html'>I hit my first magic number this past Friday, but still have a ways to go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st magic number - BMI benchmark&lt;br /&gt;* Original estimate: May 15, 2009&lt;br /&gt;* Projected estimate: May 1, 2009&lt;br /&gt;* Actual: May 1, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd magic number - Initial goal&lt;br /&gt;* Original estimate: July 10, 2009&lt;br /&gt;* Projected estimate: June 19, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd magic number - Lowest weight in ages&lt;br /&gt;* Original estimate: July 17, 2009&lt;br /&gt;* Projected estimate: June 26, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th magic number - Middle goal&lt;br /&gt;* Original estimate: September 18, 2009&lt;br /&gt;* Projected estimate: August 14, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th magic number - BMI benchmark&lt;br /&gt;* Original estimate: September 25, 2009&lt;br /&gt;* Projected estimate: August 21, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th magic number - Final goal&lt;br /&gt;* Original estimate: October 23, 2009&lt;br /&gt;* Projected estimate: September 11, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach is starting to get flat.  I need to lose weight from my gut, waist, butt, and thighs.  Pretty much the majority of my weight is currently sitting in my core which makes sense.  When a person puts on weight, they usually put it on the core areas first (mentioned above), so when a person loses weight, this area gets more affected last.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go, go, go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-2440677108260486857?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/2440677108260486857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=2440677108260486857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/2440677108260486857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/2440677108260486857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/05/weight-update.html' title='Weight update'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-301868332552106056</id><published>2009-05-04T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:38:35.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>Online dating</title><content type='html'>So, in what will be the first in a string of probably amusing and/or depressing blog entries, I entered the fray of the online dating world this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, why am I doing this?  Traditionally, the majority of women I have hit it off with in the past, I have not met via online dating.  We met through a friend, at an activity, at a party, at school, etc.  However, since leaving the social confines of academics, I realized am not the most outgoing or social person in the world so any avenue which allow me a greater avenue to meet new people is a step in the right direction.  I also am appeasing my mother who has been nagging me to do this for years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sign up on a few different sites, entering in my profile information (interests, who I am, what I am looking at).  I realize at this point that this is immensely difficult.  It is very difficult to summarize ME in the span of a few short paragraphs, much less in a honest way that will be interesting or attractive to other people.  This is painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put up a few pictures.  I tried to post pictures that didn't make me look hideous.  However, I was honest about my pictures and posted images that showed what I really look like.  No MySpace wierd angle shots.  No headshot only shots.  No shoulder and above only shots.  I wanted people to see me and if they aren't interested, then so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days, I get some interest, but haven't been interested in anyone just yet.  Here's the problem.  I can't really tell how interesting a person is from their profile alone unless they managed to spend some time crafting their profile.  If the profile is not good, then all I have to go by is their pictures.  If all I have to go by is their pictures, then it feels sleezy, like I am picking up a mail-order date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been contacted so far by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* An hot girl who is near jailbait age - She is hot, but I'm looking for someone of substance and closer to my age and experiences in life.&lt;br /&gt;* An interesting women who lives too fucking far away - I did a long distance-ish relationship once and am not eager to go in that direction again.&lt;br /&gt;* Several unattractive women - I feel bad, but if I'm not attracted to them, then what can I do?  I've noticed that if a woman doesn't have nice eyes, I am not attracted to them.  Every woman/girl I have ever dated (from 1 date to relationships) has had beautiful eyes.  A woman with beautiful eyes is very attractive to me.&lt;br /&gt;* Shitty short profile woman - One woman contacted me.  She is cute but has the most abrupt and generic profile I have ever seen.  &lt;br /&gt;- "I thought I would never be the one to try out online dating!"&lt;br /&gt;- "I enjoy going out on the town as much as staying home in sweats, checking out a movie."&lt;br /&gt;- "I love music!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to humanity.  In fairness, this might be related to the profiles and how they are difficult to fill out.&lt;br /&gt;* Shitty long profile woman - Some people find long profiles to come off as desperate.  I don't necessarily see them in that way and do not do an excessively long profile myself either (more so because I'm not sure what to put down).  However, when it comes off as a myspace blog entry or text message with poor grammar, it makes me think the woman is not the sharpest tool in the shed.  I'm not so distanced from youth, but presenting yourself well occurs in all forms, even your writing.  I'm no nobel laureate of literature, but I can form complete sentences.  Ya feel me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes think about responding to some women who write me that I may find interesting as a friend, but I am hesistant to do so because sending any message of interest may come off as leading on a dating site.  I'll think on this more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-301868332552106056?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/301868332552106056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=301868332552106056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/301868332552106056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/301868332552106056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/05/online-dating.html' title='Online dating'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-2889576915011032940</id><published>2009-04-29T11:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:55:39.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Melee weapons</title><content type='html'>While talking with a friend last night, he asked me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you had to fight and could only have one type of melee weapon, what weapon would you choose?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I originally mentioned I would use a longsword due its versatility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He mentioned he would choose a crowbar or a baseball bat.  I said that his choice makes more sense since there is a smaller learning curve towards using a crowbar or baseball bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that point, I have changed my answer to motorized chainsaw.  It seems like it would be easy to manage and good for offense or defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are important questions people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-2889576915011032940?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/2889576915011032940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=2889576915011032940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/2889576915011032940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/2889576915011032940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/04/melee-weapons.html' title='Melee weapons'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-3714945664139252170</id><published>2009-04-28T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T11:34:19.964-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>More IM Randomness</title><content type='html'>cnite: i'll give you my coconut cashew cookie recipie&lt;br /&gt;seppyk: ok&lt;br /&gt;seppyk: that sounds fancy&lt;br /&gt;cnite: so easy&lt;br /&gt;cnite: seriously&lt;br /&gt;cnite: but i'm willing to share if you don't pass it along&lt;br /&gt;seppyk: that's pretty awesome&lt;br /&gt;seppyk: i will not pass it along&lt;br /&gt;seppyk: i said the same thing to colonel sanders&lt;br /&gt;cnite: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;cnite: i'm going to tell you the biggest secret of all my baking/cooking&lt;br /&gt;cnite: the secret ingredient?&lt;br /&gt;cnite: its love&lt;br /&gt;seppyk: butter&lt;br /&gt;seppyk: fuck, close&lt;br /&gt;cnite: when i'm feeling good about the people i'm making it for or in a good/happy mood&lt;br /&gt;cnite: it all comes out so much better&lt;br /&gt;seppyk: so if i have no love in my heart, i will not be baking coconut cashew deliciousness, but lumps of coal&lt;br /&gt;cnite: pretty much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM'ing keeps me sanely insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-3714945664139252170?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/3714945664139252170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=3714945664139252170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/3714945664139252170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/3714945664139252170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-im-randomness.html' title='More IM Randomness'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-177818455879417338</id><published>2009-04-27T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:01:29.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Japan</title><content type='html'>Random thoughts about my vacation to Japan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There are very few trash can or trash receptacles on the city streets of Tokyo.  This makes throwing out trash difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There are many vending machines... everywhere.  They serve the following most commonly: beer, coffee, coffee derivatives, tea, tea derivatives, soda, water, and sports drinks (Pocari Sweat).  I know you enjoy a good bottle of sweat when you want to quench your thirst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Japanese-styled crepes make authentic French crepe-makers cringe.  Japanese crepes consist of a dough wrapping filled with whipped cream, chocolate, yogurt, fruit, and/or ice cream.  And sometimes a mixture of tuna, mayonnaise, mozzarella cheese, and tomato pizza sauce all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Japanese are much more slender and skinny than Americans on average.  This made me feel fatter than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Japanese are shorter than Americans on average.  This made me feel taller than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Japanese women tend to wear more makeup than American women.  This makes them look more youthful (albeit artificially).  I'm not a good judge of age in general, but when I was looking at eye candy on the streets of Tokyo, I was always wondering if I was looking at a 40 year old woman or a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The ero kawaii style (sexy cute) of many young Japanese women.  Thanks for the eye candy ladies.  This style consists of one of the following:&lt;br /&gt;* High heel shoes, leg-length stockings, extremely short ruffled skirt.&lt;br /&gt;* High heel shoes, knee-high stockings or knee-high socks, extremely short ruffled skirt.&lt;br /&gt;* High heeled knee-high boots, extremely short ruffled skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Lack of eye contact.  Eye contact is much more subtle and quick in Japan than in the States.  I think this may be due to a combination of shyness and the culture of respecting personal comfort.  I got the impression that Japanese tend to stick with their own friends and family in public to a higher degree in comparison to the U.S.  It is difficult to explain, but consider this final thought - Several times, I experienced a strange feeling of isolation even when walking down an extremely crowded street in Shinjuku.  I had an empty feeling in regards to the acknowledgment of my existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Many Japanese cover their mouths when they smile or laugh.  This seems more cultural than anything else.  Is this done to prevent breathing or accidentally spitting on other nearby people?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bad teeth.  Japanese have comparable levels of dental hygiene in comparison to any other collection of people with first-world dental care.  That is to say, I noticed people with perfect teeth and bad teeth just like in the States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Nato, a fermented (read: rotting) soy bean covered in hot mustard and a raw egg smells like death and, unshockingly, tastes like it as well.  Some people, including my dining company, enjoyed it.  They can have my portion.  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I can get convenience-level maki sushi (8 - 12 pieces of seaweed wrapped sushi) for anywhere between $2-$4 US dollars in Japan.  It tasted good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The rumors regarding cost of living in Tokyo is overrated as far as I could observe.  It wasn't as expensive or was equal in general cost to any other big city I have visited or lived in.  That isn't to say it is cheap overall, but it is manageable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. It is easy to get relatively healthy snack food (yakitori skewered chicken or sushi) for cheap.  If the U.S. had this more available in addition to candy bars, hot dogs, or fast food, I think it would be easier to maintain or lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Riding the train is fun and easy, although slightly overpriced.  Maybe the price would not be as bad if I got one of the better deals as a resident.  I really enjoyed going around the city without needing a car.  This makes me want to have better access to public transportation.  Passengers also tend to be more well-mannered and the cars are cleaner than U.S. public transportation that I have used.  Many U.S. citizens should learn from this rather than shitting on our own doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Lack of engagement.  Japanese will not engage foreigners as much as U.S. residents will.  I only was engaged a handful of times in my stay either by people who wanted to practice their English with me or via a friend.  I think this is because many Japanese do not speak English and are embarassed or have no desire to do so.  The U.S. is a huge melting pot with many ethnicities and groups living together.  Japan is much more homogeneous.  Before knowing someone, a Japanese person will assume a foreigner does not speak Japanese, but a U.S. person will probably assume an ethnic person does speak English.  I think this led to some of the lack of engagement.  It also made me miss the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Many Japanese women are very attractive, but I remember missing the boldness and confidence of American girls.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Whale bacon tastes bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Whale steak tastes good!  I also heard an argument on how Greenpeace and its derivative organizations can be considered eco-terrorists for disturbing Japanese whaling endeavors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Sushi is good.  Why is it so expensive in the U.S.?  Balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Smoke filled bars, restaurants, arcades made me miss smokeless bars, restaurants, and arcades.  I had forgotten what it was like to come home smelling like an ashtray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;a href="http://www.engrish.com/"&gt;Engrish&lt;/a&gt; is funny and is very much in full effect in Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I observed many Japanese men trim or shave their eyebrows as a form of style.  I find this style somewhat effeminate on men but taste is a matter of taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Many common Japanese eateries tend to having counter-style seating rather than table or booth seating.  This is due to the more common need to serve single business patrons who want to come in, eat, and leave rather than parties.  It was a refreshing change eating more in a community style even if people tend to keep more to themselves as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Whenever I saw a foreigner, I could not help but to look at them.  When I am in the U.S., this was never the case for me because there are so many different types of ethnicities and backgrounds on a day-to-day basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Urban neon sprawl is both amazingly ugly and strangely beautiful at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably have more, but that's all for now folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-177818455879417338?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/177818455879417338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=177818455879417338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/177818455879417338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/177818455879417338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/04/japan.html' title='Japan'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-7493975345933158493</id><published>2009-04-14T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T17:14:42.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>A Feast of Sushi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;Note: I love the fact I can get 12 pieces of good tasting sushi for 2 dollars at the local store here in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People here are skinnier in general than in the States and I think a lot of it has to do with the better availability of cheap nutritious asian food in the corner shops and stores (salads, sushi, riceballs, etc.). I would love to be able to get a tuna riceball wrapped in seaweed at the local corner stone in the States rather than a hamburger and fries sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-7493975345933158493?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/7493975345933158493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=7493975345933158493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/7493975345933158493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/7493975345933158493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='A Feast of Sushi'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-7263912603058321468</id><published>2009-04-07T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:20:08.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Scars</title><content type='html'>I have three scars on my face.  Seeing how I am without a lot of content to write about, I figured I would write about how I got each one of them in chronological order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over my left eye - I got this one when I was very young.  I couldn't have been more than 7 or 8 years old.  I was playing on the outdoors jungle gym outside of a temple (I was raised Jewish).  The jungle gym was a layered set of metal rings.  These days, outdoor parks and jungle gyms are made a little more kid-safe.  In my day, I climbed on high metal rings that were set on fire with gasoline.  The only escape being a raised set of razor wire that a brave kid could use to rappel away from the burning heap of ringed metal using ungloved hands.  Or at least, that's how I envision it.   Anyhow, I lost my grip, falling down the center of the ringed metal contraption and slammed my head over my left eye against the metal frame.  It hurt.  I got stitches and remember being in wonder of how they more or less used by skin as fabric, sewing together the seam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my chin - Again, when I was young, I have a small scar on the left side of my chin when I had a mole removed for plastic surgery.  It was a pretty nasty looking mole.  One of those moles that hairs grow out of and I couldn't hide or mask it since it was on my FACE.  That wasn't the main reason for having the surgery though.  I actually was having a pre-cancerous birthmark removed from my chest area.  I was conscious the entire time and remember the surreal feeling of my skin being tugged and pulled apart in unnatural ways.  The local anaethesia worked, but I could feel the nerves of my skin in the unaffected areas going off as the procedure took place.  As an added benefit, when people ask me about the scar on my chest, I can say in a deadpan voice that it was from that mugging/stabbing incident.  The look I receive after saying this is usually priceless.  It never gets old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over my right eye - I seem to have a habit of getting brutally wounded over my eyes, yet not grossly affecting my overall vision.  I consider scars to be a ugly, yet charming form of character-building, so this is sort of a win-win.  I received this bad boy when apple picking in New York with my family.  At the apple orchard, they were giving out these long apple pickers.  Essentially, they are polearms that can be used to chop off apples from higher portions of the tree since the lower portion is usually barren due to easy pickings.  My mom decided to treat the polearm-like apple picker as an apple picker on my face... by accident of course.  She swung it around and slashed the hell out of my eye.  I immediately put my hand over my eye in pain as blood started to gush.  She immediately when into full-blown panic, thinking she just slashed out my eye.  I remember bending back slightly to deflect the blow.  Lucky I have quick reflexes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-7263912603058321468?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/7263912603058321468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=7263912603058321468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/7263912603058321468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/7263912603058321468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/04/scars.html' title='Scars'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-4744197706902398411</id><published>2009-04-06T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:00:06.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>A meh survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1ca"&gt;1) When you were 5 what did you want to be when you grew up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember wanting to be a astronaut or get into advertising.  I was impressionable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1ca"&gt;2) What was the coolest gift you've ever received?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I remember a single cool gift.  I'm not big into receiving gifts, but I enjoy giving them.  Most things that I want I buy myself.  I guess if I had to choose something it's when we got a 286 computer when I was a wee lad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1ca"&gt;3) What's your favorite icecream flavor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peanut butter chocolate chip cookie dough.  The only thing which could make it more awesome would be if it had chocolate fudge swirls in it.  It's got the creamy peanut butter chocolate ice cream taste with the softness of the cookie dough and the crunch of the chocolate chips.  Fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) If money was no object, what would the one place you'd like to see the most? Who would you take with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is two questions in one.  I guess I'd like to go visit Italy, specifically Rome.  Who would I take with me?  No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1ca"&gt;5) Can you pat your head and rub your tummy at the same time? Roll your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and yes.  I just need to find a way to make these skills marketable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Do you believe that global warming is real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but there is a lot we still do not know in regards to global shifts in climate change.  Evidence tends to support that human activity has had significant effects on climate and how it affects our environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1ca"&gt;7) Do you like kids? Want them some day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and someday... maybe. :)  It's sort of like being offered a suitcase of money.  You don't really know if you'll take it or believe it until you have the suitcase in front of you.  I imagine when the time is right, I will know for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) If you could have any super power, what would you want to have? What would your superhero costume look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teleportation, assuming I can teleport myself and other things along with me.  This would be amazingly useful in so many different ways.  My superhero "costume" would consist of a t-shirt and jeans.  If it helps, I could wear a bandana with eye cutouts around my head to hide my real identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1ca"&gt;9) Blue pens? Black Pens? or Pencils?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black pens for permanance.  Pencils for working things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) If your girlfriend/wife told you she wanted to make out with a girl, would you be ok with it? Or would you consider it cheating on you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It depends on the context and the significant other.  This is a loaded question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-4744197706902398411?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/4744197706902398411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=4744197706902398411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/4744197706902398411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/4744197706902398411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/04/meh-survey.html' title='A meh survey'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-1980871766712185101</id><published>2009-04-03T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:21:01.466-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>IM Trash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;More IM trash.  It's a slow news day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you got a 8 pack?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;seppyk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; i have a one pack man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I been working on my cuts the last couple weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've thrown down the gauntlet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I want the most bad ass six pack ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;seppyk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; you want to wash clothes on your abs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I want people to be able to grab onto each of my abs and do pullups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;seppyk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; that would be either amazing or disgusting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;seppyk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; your abs could function as sideroad warnings on highways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;seppyk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; it would make loud noises as cars rode over them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I want to get the back six pack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the lower back cuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;seppyk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; i want to be able to have a six pack on my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;seppyk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; my feet are all bandaged and wrapped right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;seppyk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; because i run so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;seppyk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; im like the ultimate warrior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; nice, yellow and pink bandages?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;seppyk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; no, he-man bandages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;seppyk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; i've got he-man on my right foot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;seppyk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and man-at-arms on my left foot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; you got like adam and cringer on your hands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;seppyk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; i do, but those aren't bandages, those are tattoos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;seppyk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; im getting a full back painting done soon, arching along my upper back, "By the power of Greyskull."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-1980871766712185101?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/1980871766712185101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=1980871766712185101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/1980871766712185101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/1980871766712185101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-trash.html' title='IM Trash'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-5672892972223891958</id><published>2009-04-02T10:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:16:59.242-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Tea</title><content type='html'>I was sorely disappointed today when I went to my workplace break room and found there were no packets of green tea left.  They had all disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, traditionally, am a water drinker.  I drink lots of it.  I annoy waiters and waitresses with the amount of water I order during your everyday meal.  Most people are 75-80% water weight whereas I am some sort of human-aquabeast hybrid.  I don't drink soda any more and never was a coffee drinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've been experiencing coldness in my fingers and nose, especially near lunch time and following lunch time.  I can't really explain it.  It may be a slowing of my metabolism, low blood circulation, or Reynaud's Syndrome.  Here's to self-diagnosing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a cure to this by drinking a cup of tea - hot.  No sugar, no milk, no cream, just the tea please.  I'm a bit worried about the additional caffeine, but there are many teas which are caffeine free.  Additionally, tea contains considerably less caffeine than coffee on average.  It makes me not cold anymore so I think I have to stick with it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I have tried green, earl grey, and apple cinnamon.  I prefer the green tea for its simplicity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-5672892972223891958?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/5672892972223891958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=5672892972223891958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/5672892972223891958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/5672892972223891958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/04/tea.html' title='Tea'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-6499651714623828187</id><published>2009-03-31T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T08:49:48.380-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Clothes</title><content type='html'>Random thought: I am able to fit into an old shirt I used to wear lovingly due to the increasingly shrinking me.  The sleeves are short though!  I'm not sure if the shirt shrunk, if it's always been this way, or if my arms have increased in length.  I take some comfort in the idea of having huge monkey arms merely for the functional possibilities of swinging through trees or, more realistically, reaching further distances to grab things which I am too lazy to stand up and walk to get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-6499651714623828187?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/6499651714623828187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=6499651714623828187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/6499651714623828187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/6499651714623828187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/03/clothes.html' title='Clothes'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-4973064244730859238</id><published>2009-03-27T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:38:17.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>The waiting game</title><content type='html'>I am currently trying to lose weight for the following reasons.  This is a ongoing task:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. More healthy - Being more healthy improves my circulation, blood pressure, cholesterol levels, and resting pulse levels.  This also gives me higher levels of endurance and cardio levels which applies to many things. &lt;br /&gt;2. More attractive - Despite the fact that people talk about being attracted to confidence, personality, and sense of humor, many people will not consider dating someone to learn about their personality if they do not initially find the other person attractive on a physical level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It occurred to me recently to me what is most aggravating about attempting to lose weight - waiting.   You can work out heavily and eat sensibly, but most bodies are highly resistant towards losing weight.   The human body works hard to maintain a sense of balance and the status quo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I am currently doing:&lt;br /&gt;1. Walking/running - I walk for 10-15 minutes to get increased circulation through my legs and loosen up my joints, then I run for a few miles.&lt;br /&gt;2. Eating - My daily diet involves eating a bowl of cereal, a turkey sandwich, a banana, and some sort of stirfry or chicken with vegetables for dinner.  I probably consume 1500-1600 calories per day as a conservative estimate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weigh myself every Friday morning in my skivvees.  I have been losing weight every single week, but it's annoying to see differences in weight loss from week to week.   The last few weeks losses have been the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 1.6 pounds&lt;br /&gt;* 3.2 pounds&lt;br /&gt;* 0.8 pounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I was pretty rigorous with my exercise, increasing my regimen.  I also remember having some crackers with peanut butter on a few days, but not an excessive amount.  The up and down quantities are confusing to me because I want to reduce my current level of health fanaticism (something I have been doing fairly regularly for the past 7 years).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am putting in the work required, but I wish it was moving along more quickly which tends to be aggravating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understanding this is all unreasonable whining, but it's soothing on a superficial level. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maintain and have patience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-4973064244730859238?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/4973064244730859238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=4973064244730859238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/4973064244730859238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/4973064244730859238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/03/waiting-game.html' title='The waiting game'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-6925741546798337013</id><published>2009-03-26T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T12:07:17.337-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>I am running out of books to read.  After realizing this, I happily discovered I have about $200 worth of gift certificates available to buy new ones!  I love discovering gift certificates at the bottom of my drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Company by Glen Cook - Popcorn reading.&lt;br /&gt;Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood - I really enjoyed Handmaid's Tale so giving this a shot.&lt;br /&gt;Blindness by Jose Saramago - Random award winner / recommendation.&lt;br /&gt;A Canticle for Leibowitz by Walter Miller - Recommendation.&lt;br /&gt;Godel Escher Bach: An Eternal Golden Braid by Douglas Hofstadter - Recommendation from a long, long time ago.  Decided to finally pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell - Recommendation.&lt;br /&gt;Red Seas Under Red Skies by Scott Lynch - Popcorn reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-6925741546798337013?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/6925741546798337013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=6925741546798337013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/6925741546798337013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/6925741546798337013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/03/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-915716802056043681</id><published>2009-03-22T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T14:24:11.251-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>Swollen feet</title><content type='html'>My left foot (not the movie with &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0097937/"&gt;Daniel Day Lewi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0097937/"&gt;s&lt;/a&gt;), but my actual left foot is slightly swollen right now due to running.  I went a little longer than I had originally anticipated due to a spike in energy level and ended up running for about an hour and change today.  It feels really good finishing off that run, but I'm a little hazy right now.  When I mean lazy, I really mean wobbly, which is why I'm sitting on my ass right now for recovery.  Keep it going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-915716802056043681?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/915716802056043681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=915716802056043681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/915716802056043681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/915716802056043681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/03/swollen-feet.html' title='Swollen feet'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-4906226083614666578</id><published>2009-03-20T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T13:45:21.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Soul killing</title><content type='html'>More IM dicktrash... I'm bored and slowly dying, so on that positive note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seppyk: this has been one of the longer weeks of work i have ever had&lt;br /&gt;jim: stayed late etc?&lt;br /&gt;seppyk: do you believe in the idea of souls?&lt;br /&gt;seppyk: because my soul is currently DYING&lt;br /&gt;seppyk: more bored than anything else&lt;br /&gt;jim: my soul has been off all week, my sucker body has been stuck at work&lt;br /&gt;seppyk: empty shell of a body&lt;br /&gt;jim: once you become ceo you can enforce a mandatory 4 day work week&lt;br /&gt;jim: to save on expenses&lt;br /&gt;seppyk: dude&lt;br /&gt;seppyk: if i were CEO&lt;br /&gt;seppyk: id quit and get a golden parachute, then retire&lt;br /&gt;seppyk: think big&lt;br /&gt;seppyk: guys, im out of here with my gold plated diapers&lt;br /&gt;seppyk: stuffed with wads of 100 dollar bills&lt;br /&gt;jim: im recording this and sending it to your boss for your next eval&lt;br /&gt;seppyk: shit dude&lt;br /&gt;seppyk: you just totally destroyed my dreams&lt;br /&gt;jim: Yeah, I'm a dream killer&lt;br /&gt;seppyk: you're the type of guy who steals candy from children and clubs baby seals&lt;br /&gt;jim: A regular montgomery burns&lt;br /&gt;seppyk: excellllllent&lt;br /&gt;jim: Smithers! Release the hounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekend all!  Curse copy and paste coloring and formatting.  I'm blind!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-4906226083614666578?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/4906226083614666578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=4906226083614666578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/4906226083614666578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/4906226083614666578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/03/soul-killing.html' title='Soul killing'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-3301017120622764300</id><published>2009-03-19T09:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:23:28.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introspection'/><title type='text'>Old thoughts</title><content type='html'>Was reading my old blog and had some fond memories and distaste in my mouth at the same time.    Needed to copy information so I do not lose them to the ravage of time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. Don't bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- William Faulkner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the beast:&lt;br /&gt;1. God&lt;br /&gt;2. Bard Holtbakk&lt;br /&gt;3. Salmon Portland Chase&lt;br /&gt;4. George Abraham Thampy, III&lt;br /&gt;5. His Honour, Judge Learned Hand&lt;br /&gt;6. Sensei Masataka Mori&lt;br /&gt;7. Poul-Jesper Olsen&lt;br /&gt;8. Inspekdah Deck&lt;br /&gt;9. Yarael Poof&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-3301017120622764300?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/3301017120622764300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=3301017120622764300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/3301017120622764300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/3301017120622764300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/03/old-thoughts.html' title='Old thoughts'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-7521522156790251209</id><published>2009-03-18T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T13:18:11.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>I have had a problem staying asleep for almost two months now.    I have insomnia and I don't know what is causing this problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am eating healthy foods.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am eating reasonable portions.&lt;br /&gt;3. I exercise almost every day.&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't feel increased amount of stress in my life compared to when I was sleeping well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was one of the worst nights I've had since this started as I was laying in bed for hours trying to go to sleep with no success.  I feel like hell today and don't want my fatigue to overwhelm other parts of my day-to-day activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd strongly prefer to not take medication to combat this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-7521522156790251209?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/7521522156790251209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=7521522156790251209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/7521522156790251209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/7521522156790251209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/03/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-6451251094835166893</id><published>2009-03-17T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:57:09.476-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Angry russians</title><content type='html'>Instant messaging trash from competitive Russians with bad English skills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;POLOSATIY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; HAHAHA YOU THINK AMERICA IS GOOD?  I SPIT ON YOUR FAMILY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; dude, you spit on my whole family, thats harsh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;POLOSATIY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; RUSSIANS DO NOT APOLOGIZE.  I WILL NOW EAT BOILED MEAT FOR GREAT JOY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; apologizing just isn't in the culture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;POLOSATIY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-6451251094835166893?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/6451251094835166893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=6451251094835166893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/6451251094835166893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/6451251094835166893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/03/angry-russians.html' title='Angry russians'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-2417391340034875184</id><published>2009-03-16T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:12:57.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>A little less conversation</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was a rather boring one for me.  I entered the weekend with high expectations -- complete my taxes to get it out of my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;-- go out shopping for a new pair of "going out" shoes.&lt;br /&gt;-- go out shopping for new pants and shirts for the rapidly shrinking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of this happened unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one good workout and another bad one.  I started off by walking at a brisk pace to get the blood moving and loosen up my legs for the eventual run, but as I got towards the point where I would take off at a jog, I didn't feel well.  I had cold perspiration and wasn't able to focus.   This seemed like a familiar sensation, but I couldn't identify it immediately.  It occurred to me that this was the feeling I got when I had low blood sugar.  I panicked in my head, stopping working out and ate some sweet green grapes.  I was feeling better shortly thereafter.   As a note, I need to make a better effort at timing my workouts appropriately around meals so I don't feel that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a long, good conversation with my good friend, "Beast".   His real name isn't "Beast", but similar to how I write for myself, I change his name for reasons of privacy.  That, plus having the first name of "Beast" is really awesome.   We discussed how he perceives himself and how he often attributes himself with a positive attribute and then balances it out with a negative one.  I pretty much told him that he was sabotaging himself internally.   Upon further reflection, I think negative thought by itself isn't entirely detrimental, but it's more important to transform negative thought into positive critical thinking as long as the critical thinking is done reasonably.  No one can truly know a person better than oneself, but, at the same time, certain aspects of personality cannot be determined without external perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great conversation with my sister about personalities and dating of all things.   I was amused when she told me that I had an "asian persuasion" which simply is not true for me.  Date one asian girl in your dating history and you're typecasted for life? :)  I told her what I was looking for and she gave me some good "socializing" tips.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also discussed how I have a bad habit at not giving people enough chances.   You can't really know someone well unless you go out with them a number of times.  Even then, in the grand scheme of things, you only will know them on a basic level.  However, I realize that I need to be more open in giving people that chance and visa-versa.  It's something I will work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to work on thinking less also. :)  It's hard to get out of my head and just react based on feel.  I don't know how people do that but would like to find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-2417391340034875184?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/2417391340034875184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=2417391340034875184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/2417391340034875184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/2417391340034875184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-less-conversation.html' title='A little less conversation'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-912238601295231314</id><published>2009-03-13T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:43:46.083-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introspection'/><title type='text'>Personality type</title><content type='html'>After a spirited morning discussion with a good friend, we came back around to Myers-Briggs personality typing.  My friend is an INFP (Introversion, Intuition, Feeling, Perceiving).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote: "INFPs focus much of their energy on an inner world dominated by intense feeling and deeply held ethics. They seek an external life that is in keeping with these values. Loyal to the people and causes important to them, INFPs can quickly spot opportunities to implement their ideals. They are curious to understand those around them, and so are accepting and flexible except when their values are threatened."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I commented that after taking many different tests, they all ended with the same result for myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - Introversion&lt;br /&gt;N - Intuition&lt;br /&gt;T - Thinking&lt;br /&gt;J - Judging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I read up on it to see how I match up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"INTJs apply (often ruthlessly) the criterion "Does it work?" to everything from their own research efforts to the prevailing social norms. This in turn produces an unusual independence of mind, freeing the INTJ from the constraints of authority, convention, or sentiment for its own sake... INTJs are known as the "Systems Builders" of the types, perhaps in part because they possess the unusual trait combination of imagination and reliability. Whatever system an INTJ happens to be working on is for them the equivalent of a moral cause to an INFJ; both perfectionism and disregard for authority may come into play... Personal relationships, particularly romantic ones, can be the INTJ's Achilles heel... This happens in part because many INTJs do not readily grasp the social rituals... Perhaps the most fundamental problem, however, is that INTJs really want people to make sense."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much scarily spot on. :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-912238601295231314?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/912238601295231314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=912238601295231314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/912238601295231314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/912238601295231314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/03/personality-type.html' title='Personality type'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-8797644081361041472</id><published>2009-03-12T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T12:44:21.867-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Cold</title><content type='html'>I am really cold right now.  My fingers are turning blue and my nose feels frigid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  It is cold right now.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I need to eat and my metabolism is slowing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I tell the difference between the two?  I don't really feel hungry, but at the same time, other people nearby aren't cold.   I need to find some sort of work mittens that will warm my hands but allow me to continue to type in order to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really consider this a major problem or issue (on par with starving plague-ridden children, global poverty, military-industrial complex, etc.), but when you're cold, you're cold.  You feel me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-8797644081361041472?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/8797644081361041472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=8797644081361041472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/8797644081361041472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/8797644081361041472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/03/cold.html' title='Cold'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-162201755365022811</id><published>2009-03-10T11:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:11:31.870-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>It's like riding a bike</title><content type='html'>Two posts in one day.  What is my brain coming to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often have little happy thoughts in my brain that I wish I could think of more often.  More specifically, positive thoughts, no matter where they may have originated, that spur some sort of memory of positive energy in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I was the last child of my generation to learn how to ride a bicycle, behind my sister and two cousins.  It had become a tradition in my family for my uncle to teach all of the kids how to ride a bicycle legitimately.  Previously to this point, I had been struggling with balancing with the help of training wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle went through the usual routine of teaching the fine art of riding a bicycle to me.  However, there was one catch - a grim warning.  He lived in the suburbs, about a 20-25 minute car ride away from where I resided so he mentioned the streets would be light or empty of car traffic while I was learning.  The grim warning wasn't to be wary of car traffic while I was learning to ride in the street.  This went without saying.   He went on to say, "I don't know what it is about how I teach people how to ride a bike, but everyone one of you (my sister and cousins), lost control of their bike and rode into the steel-enforced mailbox on the side of the road.  I don't want to put a hex on you, but be careful!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with me trying to get accustomed to my center of weight resting on the small seat of the bicycle.  I was unsuccessful a handful of times managing that portion as beginner balancing involves managing your center of weight while starting to move your legs to peddle.   Riding a bicycle was not just about balance, but balance in motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to show improvement, managing the initial mount and movement technique.   My uncle proceeded to walk and then jog besides me as I rode the bicycle slowly along the pavement of the street.   After a few more attempts, he approached me and said, "Okay, I'm not going to hold the handlebars after you start to get moving, so be ready for it."   This warning wasn't very helpful, as I was already anxious to not crash and injure myself, focusing intently on my riding technique and the road ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got started.  He ran next to me on the bike as I started to pick up speed.  I then remember him saying, "Look, you got it!  You got it!".  I looked back for a moment to realize he wasn't holding on to the riding bar.  He wasn't running along beside me any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then swerved out of control and rode straight into the steel-enforced mailbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle ran to me, asking if I was ok.  After receiving the all clear, he joked with me about it.  "Someone should probably move that mailbox."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked myself up and tried again - this time with success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-162201755365022811?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/162201755365022811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=162201755365022811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/162201755365022811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/162201755365022811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-like-riding-bike.html' title='It&apos;s like riding a bike'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-7428266732541530718</id><published>2009-03-10T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:11:43.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Deodorant</title><content type='html'>Not much to discuss in terms of deep meaning today, but I found an interesting post on deodorants and antiperspirant of all things.  This topics lead to me to the question of "what makes an antiperspirant prevent or reduce sweating?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In turn, I found the answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aluminium_zirconium_tetrachlorohydrex_gly"&gt;Aluminium zirconium tetrachlorohydrex gly&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much, the chemical works in two ways:&lt;br /&gt;1. It seeps into your underarm pores, clogging them, thereby preventing release of sweat.&lt;br /&gt;2. It also acts an an hygroscopic compound, partially absorbing sweat that does get released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-7428266732541530718?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/7428266732541530718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=7428266732541530718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/7428266732541530718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/7428266732541530718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/03/deodorant.html' title='Deodorant'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-7470474732723185154</id><published>2009-03-06T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T08:47:18.388-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Weight</title><content type='html'>So, I've recently been on a health kick, exercising rigorously, eating healthy and reasonable portions.  I am closing in on my initial goal weight.  I thought, this morning, "What is my ideal weight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I checked out some web sites for my height and body type.  For my international friends, please forgive me usage of pounds rather than kilograms.  Years of living in the U.S. has forever tainted me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People's choice: 200 pounds&lt;br /&gt;BMI recommendation: 136 - 179 pounds&lt;br /&gt;Metropolitan Life: 164 - 188 pounds&lt;br /&gt;Devine formula: 166 pounds&lt;br /&gt;Robinson formula: 161 pounds&lt;br /&gt;Miller formula: 158 pounds&lt;br /&gt;Hamwi formula: 171 pounds&lt;br /&gt;Health Status: 143 - 178 pounds&lt;br /&gt;FoodFit: 182 - 200 pounds&lt;br /&gt;Health Discovery: 161 - 184 pounds&lt;br /&gt;Shape: 161 - 184 pounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Statistics (in pounds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Low: 136&lt;br /&gt;High: 200&lt;br /&gt;Mean: 171.52941&lt;br /&gt;Standard Deviation: 17.83647&lt;br /&gt;Variance (Standard Deviation): 318.13971&lt;br /&gt;Population Standard deviation: 17.30392&lt;br /&gt;Variance(Population Standard deviation): 299.42561&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to many conclusions from these numbers.  I am amused that in order to meet the healthy low number of the BMI (136), I would more or less look like an emaciated skeleton.  Here's to health!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-7470474732723185154?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/7470474732723185154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=7470474732723185154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/7470474732723185154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/7470474732723185154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/03/weight.html' title='Weight'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-7938884967083528962</id><published>2009-03-05T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T10:42:01.675-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Loose ends</title><content type='html'>I have my flaws like any other person out there.  One of the flaws I've tried to work on is to do a better job at giving people second chances.   When I say second chances, this isn't some sort of judgment from up above declaring mercy or charity, but rather I give myself a second chance to reconsider if I have been in the wrong in reacting to another person's actions.   Yes, I realize this is playing a tightrope act with the concept, but considering second chances helps me gain perspective about other people and, more important, how I think.   If I have a better understanding about how I think and react to those thoughts, I can revise them in a positive fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, I have cut ties completely with past girlfriends or serious interests because lingering on is a painful process.  One ex-interest has been staunch in her ability to attempt to maintain contact with me in an attempt to be friends.  This has been, for the most part, unhealthy.  There's really no other way to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was extremely cautious about interaction, wondering if the intention was genuine for friendship or if there was something else at play.  Something else was at play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I think this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Endless references to going on vacation with me to traditionally recognized romantic getaway locations.&lt;br /&gt;* Flirtatious talk directed towards me.&lt;br /&gt;* Talk about how our relationship used to be.&lt;br /&gt;* Unceasing directed comments on how I will not "forgive" her for the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me be straight.  I have said this type of talk makes me feel very uncomfortable and I am not interested in her in an intimate fashion anymore.   She goes on, ignoring my remarks.  I have communicated that whenever she talks flirtatiously or remarks about visits or vacations, it, again, makes me feel very uncomfortable.  She continues, thinking that we have not lost a beat and there is no sense in working and building up a friendship.  In other words, there are no broken bridges to mend and we should get along as "friends" in blissful ignorance of unworked out issues.  Did I mention she tends to get in contact with me frequently after an ended relationship of her own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to cut that shit off at the pass.   I am not without blame, but she was and continues to be a emotional vampire in my life, attempting to gain self-worth through me and my past interest.  Well, no more.  It's over.  Cut the cord.  I will not have that negativity in my life any longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-7938884967083528962?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/7938884967083528962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=7938884967083528962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/7938884967083528962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/7938884967083528962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/03/loose-ends.html' title='Loose ends'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-303391152432021906</id><published>2009-02-27T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:34:36.785-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Minor revelations</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;No major revelations today.  Taking a quiz to pass time.  Forgive me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ho was the last perso​n of the oppos​ite sex to text you?&lt;br /&gt;Probably P.  The better questions to ask is what was the meaning of your last text message and did you welcome to message with open mind and open heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Can you make yours​elf sneez​e?&lt;br /&gt;I can if I pluck nostril hair.   I don't want to give the impression that I have a small chimpanzee in my nostrils, but once a year I have the impetus to groom my nose hair and place my best foot forward.  It's a little known fact that grooming your nose hair is one of the best methods to placing your best foot forward.  However, no, I don't know which of my feet is the best foot.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What is your curre​nt mood?&lt;br /&gt;Impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What are you doing​ tomor​row?&lt;br /&gt;Errands, taxes, and getting my hair styled.  For those uncomfortable with my choice of words there, I am getting a hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do you think​ you would​ make a good boyfr​iend/​​​girlf​riend​?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. :/  Awkward, frowny face!  I think if I found the right person to share life with, then we would be good for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Where​ were you at 9am this morni​ng?&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at work, saying hello to the receptionist who for some reason thinks I am extremely shy and ignore her intentionally.   Most of the time, thoughts like these are in my own head and not actual reality, but she has explicitly said such things which in turn makes me shy when interacting with her and choose to ignore her... intentionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Whose​ bedro​om were you in last?&lt;br /&gt;Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Who was the last perso​n in your room?&lt;br /&gt;Me?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why do you feel the way you feel?&lt;br /&gt;This question is so broad as to be worthless.  If referring to one of the previous questions, I feel impatient because it is Friday and I desperately want to be done with work for the week.  If the question is referring to how I feel the way I feel the majority of time, this is a more complicated question relating to years and years of physical, emotional, and psychological scars.  Sorry, was that a downer?  Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Who was the last perso​n you yelle​d at?&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Jindal, who although he didn't hear me, unconsciously determined I was yelling about his robot like delivery in the Republican response during this year's State of the Nation speech.  I'm liberal in many ways, but conservative in others.  Don't distract people from the points in your speech by coming off creepy.  This is something you probably knew before being voted Governor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What does your last messa​ge in your inbox​ say? Who sent it?&lt;br /&gt;I can't say for reasons of privacy.  Sorry world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What are you liste​ning to right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;Some song on Pandora: Everybody Get Up (Circuit Breaker Remix) by Transformer Man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How has the week been?&lt;br /&gt;Disappointing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Is there​ somet​hing you wish you could​ tell someo​ne but can’​​​t?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but fear or self-loathing prevents it. :(  Cheers!  In fairness, the last thing I remember in regards to this question was calling my Dad to tell him that I appreciate him but I was unable to get in contact with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do you sleep​ with the TV on?&lt;br /&gt;No, I can't sleep well with the television running or computer fans buzzing in the background.  It usually gives me a really bad night of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Are you too forgi​ving?&lt;br /&gt;No.  If anything, I hold grudges, but I have improved on this quite a bit.  I'd say I'm average on the scale of offering forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Where​ are your paren​ts right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;Several hundred miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Who do you miss?&lt;br /&gt;Good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What was the last thing​ you put in your mouth​?&lt;br /&gt;Loaded question, but the answer is an overripe banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you could​ have any car what would​ it be?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.  I'm not particularly big into cars.  Something with good gas mileage that would be reliable and relatively easy on the eyes.  I'm easy to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What are you stres​sed out about​?&lt;br /&gt;Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How many windo​ws are open on your compu​ter?&lt;br /&gt;Nine windows over two monitors!  I need bigger monitors and more of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the past week have you gotte​n sick?&lt;br /&gt;No.  I am strong like bull and as healthy as an ox.  I do not look like a bull or an ox, but you can make whatever internal mental thoughts of my powerful virility in association with the mental and spiritual images of those animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the past week have you gotte​n a hair cut?&lt;br /&gt;No, but I am going for a hair cut tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How many myspa​ce profi​les have you had?&lt;br /&gt;One, and I strongly am thinking about deleting it because I don't get messages from friends anymore.   I do get messages, but they are usually from strippers or webcam whores.   I'm a guy and fully fall into many male stereotypes, but that isn't the kind of social network I am actively looking to develop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What do you do with most of your time?&lt;br /&gt;I focus on work, sleep, self-improvement, and improving on ways to be vague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How many cloth​es do you have in your close​t?&lt;br /&gt;Enough to clothe myself, but not as many as I probably need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On a scale​ of 1-10 how good is life?&lt;br /&gt;5.  MEDIOCRITY.   Who needs overachievement or even underachievement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do you think​ you’​​​ll be a good mothe​r/​​​fathe​r?&lt;br /&gt;I think so.  I'm pretty good with kids and I fully welcome to opportunity to evilly mold and nurture a mini-me.  I would not make a good mother though and that's something I just have to accept and live with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How did you feel when you woke up?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I have a good night's sleep?! UGDFHUGGFUGUGHGHUG.    I can't phrase it better than that.  I feel "UGDFHUGGFUGUGHGHUG".&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful meadow of lustrous beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Name somet​hing great​ that happe​ned Satur​day?&lt;br /&gt;I exercised for over an hour and didn't feel exceptionally tired.  My feet hurt though.  I need to wear thicker socks.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do you like your life as of now?&lt;br /&gt;I like certain parts of my life and dislike other parts of it.  I am striving to become better, faster, harder, and stronger.   I more or less want to be some sort of super-human robot who can crush things.  What things?  I don't know, but the crushing part is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you wish someo​ne would​ call or text you right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;No, I am leaving shortly and don't want to be distracted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do you regre​t doing​ somet​hing in the past week?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but it's nothing major.  Everytime I see a question about regrets it makes me think about when some people say they have no regrets because those bad events made them into the person they are today.  I usually mentally dry heave when thinking about this response and the selfishness that I associate with it.  This thought is brought forward in my mind every time someone mentions the word regret without fail.  I consider this fact a positive source of strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do you drink​ coffe​e?&lt;br /&gt;No.  I'm not a coffee drinker, rarely drink tea (one or two cups per year), nor soda.  I drink water and lots of it.  I aggravate waiters and waitresses consistently as restaurants with the amount of water I consume.  I humbly apologize to the service industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What were you doing​ 20 minut​es ago?&lt;br /&gt;This survey.  It is slowly rotting my brain from the inside.  Wait -&gt; "UGDFHUGGFUGUGHGHUG".&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What were you doing​ yeste​rday at midni​ght?&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping.  I was tired last night and went to sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What can’​​​t you wait for?&lt;br /&gt;I have an unnatural ability to grind things out when I am dedicated to them.  I only have trouble waiting for things when I notice no progress in achieving them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Who was the last perso​n’​​​s voice​ you heard​ over the phone​?&lt;br /&gt;This page is intentionally left blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When is your birth​day?&lt;br /&gt;May.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do you get along​ with girls​?&lt;br /&gt;No way!  Icky!  I get along with people who I like and am polite enough to get along with people I am indifferent to.  I do not get along with people I dislike.  To summarize, I'm similar to almost everyone else on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do you like surpr​ises?&lt;br /&gt;This depends on the surprise and who is giving it.  I would be unpleasantly surprised under the following circumstance.  Imagine myself, walking down a narrow street in lower Manhattan.  I am strolling along when, all of the sudden, a man pops out and stabs me with a knife, exclaiming, "Surprise!".  Yes, unpleasant surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Plans​ for this weeke​nd?&lt;br /&gt;Hair cut, call family, and taxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Are you liste​ning to any music​?&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How many peopl​e of the oppos​ite sex do you fully​ trust​?&lt;br /&gt;I can't answer this question without incriminating myself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When was the last time you laugh​ed reall​y hard?&lt;br /&gt;I watched the YouTube Office clip where Dwight Schrute was showing the rest of the office on how to perform CPR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do you ever keep argui​ng even when you know you’r​e wrong​?&lt;br /&gt;Rarely and I do it to be an asshole.  There, I've said it.  I did say rarely. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do you have or want any pierc​ings?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What is your favor​ite numbe​r?&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ever flush​ed a fish?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  My first pet was a goldfish that committed suicide because the tank was open and filled too high with water.  It was that point in my life where I realized how precious and fragile life truly was.  I'm kidding.  In reality, I was six or seven years old and thought it was interesting and amusing watching a fish spiral down a toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do you belie​ve every​ one deser​ves a secon​d chanc​e?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone deserves the chance to redeem themselves, but not everyone deserves that chance immediately or completely in scope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-303391152432021906?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/303391152432021906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=303391152432021906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/303391152432021906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/303391152432021906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/02/minor-revelations.html' title='Minor revelations'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-1105744188984533426</id><published>2009-02-26T06:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T06:49:37.596-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Scouts</title><content type='html'>Following up on yesterdays post, I thought I would share another story which helped shape me into who I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents divorced at a very young age.  I was less than a year old at the time so I don't remember the messy details of the divorce itself.  In my formative years, I grew up without my father present.   As I approached by pre-teenager years, my Mom pushed me to join the boy scouts.  I wore the uniform, attended meetings to gain badges, attended events to race woodworked boxcars and perform group songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father had re-entered my life at this time, attempting to sew a new and real relationship with me.  We started small, meeting Sunday mornings to eat at the local diner for a late breakfast - myself, my sister, and my father.  He usually had a plate of eggs and bacon with toast.  I usually liked the choice of a bagel with a cheese omelette.   Afterwards, we would catch the Sunday matinee.   He allowed me to see my first 'R'-rated movie - something my Mom strictly opposed during my early upbringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued attending scouts once per week and eventually I planned to attend one of the scout jamborees.  The jamboree was just a fancy name where scout troops (groups of boys with their scoutmaster) would gather together at a large campground.  The intention was to play games, sports, hike, sing songs, and camp out in the wilderness.  I was still young and like many of the other boys in my troop, my father came along with me.  We participated in some sporting events, hiked, performed a group song, and roasted marshmallows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, we decided to turn in for the night.   We were laid out in sleeping bags for the entire night with no easy ground on which to sleep.  I ended up having a horrible night, my back sore from sleeping on uneven rocky ground and, in turn, dreading another night of camping with that much discomfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad and I exited our tent and saw a bunch of troops huddled around a morning campfire, stewing up oatmeal and vegetarian baked beans.  Previous to this point, my mind thought of this morning breakfast as authentically rustic, something cowboys would do in the wild west.  In reality, appeared like unappetizing, slimy gruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the tent, my Dad must have been observing my dissatisfaction.  I turned to him and, at the same time, he turned to me and said, "Screw it.  Let's get out of here and head to the nearest diner."  I remember thinking and wanting the same thing.   We departed the campground and did not return for the following night.   That was my last night of being a scout, and the start of my general dislike for camping.  Howver, it was also one of many countless weekends I had with my father, eating breakfast and sharing company for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Periodically, I think back to the shared realization we had when we turned towards one another in unison - agreeing to bail on the camping event.  That was the first point in my life where I realized I truly was my Father's son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-1105744188984533426?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/1105744188984533426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=1105744188984533426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/1105744188984533426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/1105744188984533426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/02/scouts.html' title='Scouts'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-4227695675686741271</id><published>2009-02-25T12:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T07:56:52.969-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Revelation 1</title><content type='html'>I was reading some old favorites posts on &lt;a href="http://www.metafilter.com/"&gt;MetaFilter&lt;/a&gt;.  One post asked the question as to what events helped shape your life.   I thought I would share in turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met the first girl I had ever truly fell in love with at a party filled with friends, acquaintances, and friends of friends.  She was pretty and had a corny girlish charm to her which interested me.  At the end of the long night, everyone had either left and those who had not were passed out from excessive alcohol.   She was half-asleep, crashing on the living room couch and I remember laying a blanket on her before I took off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we became a couple, she later told me that she laid down on the couch, not because she was tired, but because she wanted me to sit/lay down next to her.  She told me that she was annoyed that I didn't make a move that night and that she immediately threw the blanket off her after I exited the apartment because it was excessively hot in the apartment.    I laughed, thinking back to the acting she did, pretending to be somewhat asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always thought I could read people easily before that point and it changed my perspective on how little I actually know about how other people are feeling and how to relate to them more closely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-4227695675686741271?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/4227695675686741271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=4227695675686741271' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/4227695675686741271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/4227695675686741271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/02/revelation-1.html' title='Revelation 1'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-6413645430279239380</id><published>2009-02-24T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:31:42.671-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>The push-up</title><content type='html'>I have been on a health-kick for the past half-year, focusing on running.  I found a great site on pushups with a plan I am going to try out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.hundredpushups.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempting to find and maintain motivation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-6413645430279239380?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/6413645430279239380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=6413645430279239380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/6413645430279239380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/6413645430279239380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/02/push-up.html' title='The push-up'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-5682011136363799438</id><published>2009-02-23T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:37:48.284-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Hunger</title><content type='html'>I have had one cigarette in my life and nearly coughed up a lung in response to the experience.  As such, I can't relate to the feeling some of my smoker friends have described in terms of craving or hungering for another nicotine fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if it is the feeling I get when I feel hungry.  Am I truly hungry, or is it just weakness in my mind?  I find it occurs more frequently when I am bored or my mind isn't occupied which makes sense.  The problem is differentiating between actual hunger and the underlying habits buried in my brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-5682011136363799438?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/5682011136363799438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=5682011136363799438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/5682011136363799438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/5682011136363799438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/02/hunger.html' title='Hunger'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-8822120253760887369</id><published>2009-02-11T08:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:02:17.772-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web'/><title type='text'>This is why you're fat</title><content type='html'>Saved for future reference and amusement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/"&gt;http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-8822120253760887369?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/8822120253760887369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=8822120253760887369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/8822120253760887369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/8822120253760887369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-why-youre-fat.html' title='This is why you&apos;re fat'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-890145370718955349</id><published>2009-01-29T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T08:54:40.375-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coding'/><title type='text'>Creation rights</title><content type='html'>Recently, I entered a discussion on licensing, specifically relating to usage of software applications.  With the increasing popularity of Web 2.0 technologies, specifically web services, feeds, and mashups, it raised some curiosity in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Users can now create mashups of different sites.  The content isn't explicitly hosted or created on the mashup site, but the mashup site aggregates the data from a number of other sites.  What is the legal implication of this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original content (whether it be plain text, markup, source code) is not created on the mashup site.  The mashup site creator does not own the content, but is merely collecting it from other sites similar to how a browser collects data from another site.   If the content is permissive, then all is well.  The authorship site (owner of the content) can give the ability for other users to grab content via feeds (RSS or Atom), web services, or otherwise if explicitly defined in the license for that content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the content is not defined as permissive though?  Take for example a random site that scrapes another web site for content and presents it as its own?  An explicitly shareable content feed isn't used, but the content is parsed off another site in ways the original author did not intend to distribute his or her work.  Is this legal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the mashup site presents advertisements while aggregating content that they don't own or necessarily have permission for?   What exactly qualifies as fair use in this context?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-890145370718955349?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/890145370718955349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=890145370718955349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/890145370718955349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/890145370718955349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/01/creation-rights.html' title='Creation rights'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-2900982726035004195</id><published>2009-01-14T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:56:57.377-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coding'/><title type='text'>User experience</title><content type='html'>In an ongoing project, I heard the following in regards to user experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is good to maintain a consistent user interface between several related components even if the user experience is bad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand the point being made, but is it really good to train the user to get used to a crappy user interface? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The possibilities:&lt;br /&gt;1. Have a bad, but consistent user interface.&lt;br /&gt;2. Have inconsistency in the user interface.  One screen is a bad user interface and another similar screen is a good user interface. (Better or worse than #1?)&lt;br /&gt;3. Switch all screens to have the good user interface (Best).  The problem is that this won't happen due to lack of resources.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-2900982726035004195?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/2900982726035004195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=2900982726035004195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/2900982726035004195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/2900982726035004195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/01/user-experience.html' title='User experience'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-2297684803344044735</id><published>2009-01-07T06:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T06:31:45.319-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coding'/><title type='text'>Workarounds</title><content type='html'>Lazy coders.  I sympathize, but sometimes there are lines to be drawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, a problem occurred in regards to a particular parameter sent to a method which resulted in a high severity defect against our application.   The message was modified to include new information.  The message could also come in different formats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems...&lt;br /&gt;1. The changes in the message were not documented.&lt;br /&gt;2. The code handling the message was not generic.&lt;br /&gt;3. The message parameters were not strongly typed.&lt;br /&gt;4. The message could be formatted in one of two different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two suggested solutions to solving this defect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Document the message changes well.  Make the message handling code more generic to handle this message more gracefully, yet generically to accomodate future changes.  Consider separating the multi-formatted message into two separate messages in order to have a more strict definition for the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Add an additional guards for the new changes in the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solution #1 was offered by me.  This is why good programming and good developers are hard to measure.   Adding new guards will solve the immediate problem.  The downside is that when new parameters are added to the message in the future (which they inevitably will), the code will break yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, therefore, emote: *sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think generically.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-2297684803344044735?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/2297684803344044735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=2297684803344044735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/2297684803344044735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/2297684803344044735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2009/01/workarounds.html' title='Workarounds'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-981238085633486371</id><published>2008-12-23T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T09:38:59.688-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>A white man in tokyo</title><content type='html'>Some perspective...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;beast&gt;[Beast] you will not be the first honky the residents of tokyo have seen&lt;/beast&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;beast&gt;[Beast] i promise you&lt;/beast&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-981238085633486371?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/981238085633486371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=981238085633486371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/981238085633486371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/981238085633486371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/12/white-man-in-tokyo.html' title='A white man in tokyo'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-5873008323326575793</id><published>2008-12-12T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:24:43.874-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Overachievement</title><content type='html'>Despite my natural tendency to procrastinate, I made a commitment to myself for the current project on which I am working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will work consistently hard on my schedule so I am not crunched at the end."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this and I finished 4 weeks ahead of schedule.  This is great.  I overachieved.  My managers love the fact that I am ahead of schedule.  I worked hard and met all of the quality criteria for the features to which I was assigned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there's a problem.  I am now assigned other people's work.  This isn't such a bad thing.  It makes me look good in that I come off as strong contributor to the team.  The problem I am having with this new assignment relates to accountability.  I am getting bombarded with requests for information and messages relating to the schedule regarding this final task since we are close to the end of the schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this makes sense.   We are close to the end of the project, so many people are curious about a feature that aren't yet complete.  The problem is that the feature is entirely new to me, so I need time to ramp up.  I did not design the feature.  I know little about the feature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, oh wait, the main point - I AM DOING SOMEONE ELSE'S WORK FOR THEM.    I am afraid that I will have to work long hours and/or weekends at the end of the project to compensate for a task that a co-worked failed to accomplish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This breaks my strict internal sense of justice.  This is unfair.  This really pisses me off.   However, this hasn't happened yet, so I take deep breaths.  The fact that it is in the back of my mind is still aggravating though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-5873008323326575793?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/5873008323326575793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=5873008323326575793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/5873008323326575793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/5873008323326575793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/12/overachievement.html' title='Overachievement'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-783288717649781120</id><published>2008-11-25T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T08:46:42.211-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coding'/><title type='text'>Crap code</title><content type='html'>I am not the most senior, nor experienced coder in the industry, but I am motivated to improve my coding skill by implementing good coding design via strong typing, interfaces, and proper code placement in response to high-level requirements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I consider myself a decent coder.  I look back on old projects, thinking about what would I have done differently if given the opportunity again.  I have received compliments from colleagues and peers (that I both respect and don't respect in regards to their development skill) in regards to my coding style and coding decision making process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have taken over an old code base for the new project on which I have begun work.  This code base sucks.  It easily meets the definition of cruft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cruft - Computing jargon for code, data, or software of poor quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Poor technical managers often do not realize the importance of good developers.  This statement is slightly self-serving, but there's a popular misconception among managers that anyone can do.  Why do some managers think this train of thought?  They think this train of thought because very few challenge the idea (managers, developers, and customers alike).  Software projects get complete, one way or the other and code quality gets put on the back burner.   Now, if projects are being completed and they are being sold and accepted by customers, then why should a manager care about code quality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason to care about code quality is productivity.  As a developer who has taken over various code bases of shit code, I have run into the following problems (as a note for nomenclature, I refer to Java):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Improper package usage - Packages, just like file system directories exist for a reason.  They offer an internal structure for organizing relating code.  Packages, just like databases, can be normalized, to organize code in a more specific and intuitive fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example:  In a recent web development project, there was a single package for all servlets/action classes: com.project.action.   There were nearly 100 servlets in the same class.  No, these were not all related.  They could have been organized more neatly into additional sub-packages.  This doesn't even address the issue of having 100 servlets.  I'll get to that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Convenience methods - Convenience methods can be used for great advantage.  Most of time, they are completely unnecessary.   Code each class as an individual interface.  An API, if you will.  If a single generic method can be created to meet the interface requirements, then create a single method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: getDevice(), getDevice(String), getDevice(String[]).  getDevice calls getDevice(String[]) internally passing an empty array of strings.  getDevice(String) calls getDevice(String[]) internally passing a array of strings with length 1.  getDevice(String[]) has the actual implementation.  To not confuse the calling interface, it may be simpler to just stick with one method: getDevice(String[]).  This covers all cases.  Again, this doesn't cover the issue of passing a String.  I'll get to that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Code duplication - function() { { /* code block to do one thing */ } { /* code block to do second thing */ };  The two internal code blocks are reused in this method along with 100 others.  Imagine if another method needs to also use the two code blocks.  Yes, then that method will also have the two code blocks.  Ok, maybe that's not so bad.  How about if a bug occurs in one of the code blocks and it needs to be fixed?  Yes, then all 101 methods will need to be revised to fix the bug.  That's bad.  REFACTOR.  Move the code blocks into their own methods so if a bug is to occur, then it can be fixed in one place, rather than 101 places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: The previous web project I mentioned has 100+ action classes/servlets.  There are groups of them that have very similar functionality.  Refactor!  Refactoring duplicate code will allow for easier maintainance of existing code, plus making the lives of future developers more easy when they have to add new similar features!  Now, fixing code duplication doesn't always have to be resolved with code factoring.  There's another possibility - object oriented programming.  Use it.  Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Strong typing - Java has an object oriented structure to provide custom-crafting data types.  A developer can roll their own from scratch or extend from an existing code base, either the core APIs that Sun provides, their own previous code base, or third-party APIs.  On top of that, Java 1.5 (Java 5.0 - I hate marketing) introduced enums.  Enums are short for enumerations.  They are fantastic and should be used much more often than they are in practice.  Yes, but why can't a developer use some of the standard APIs that I just mentioned above.  For example, it is common to pass parameters as Strings or Integers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason this is bad coding practice is that, rarely, a complex parameter can be most strictly defined as a String or Integer.  A String or Integer is an object wrapper for internal primitive types that more procedural C programmers would be familiar with (char[] - an array of characters otherwise known as a string and int - a primitive integer).  There are additional primitive wrappers (Long, Double, Float, Short, etc.) available as well.  It sometimes makes good sense to use these simple wrappers.   For example, if a parameter can only be most strictly defined as an arbitrary array of characters, then perhaps it makes sense to use String.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the arbitrary array of characters needs to be modified?  Then it may not be as good of a choice since the primitive wrapper objects are immutable (they can't be modified after constructed).  This may be an added benefit if you don't want to allow object mutability.  It's considered good practice in many ways to restrict the mutability of your own custom-made classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what if the string isn't arbitrary?  For example, consider the method assignTransmissionType(String type).  This works, but isn't as strict as it could be.  It would make sense to make an enumeration of supported transmission types (Automatic, Manual) and more strongly type the parameter -&gt; assignTransmissionType(TransmissionType transmissionType).  This makes calling interfaces more intuitive, allows for easier extensibility, and has the great benefit of not allowing calling interfaces to utilize your API in ways that you do not support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more, but I've run out of steam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-783288717649781120?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/783288717649781120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=783288717649781120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/783288717649781120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/783288717649781120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/11/crap-code.html' title='Crap code'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-6772615249139674853</id><published>2008-11-21T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:28:16.388-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Thought of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A thought for the day and it was not offered by me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"good luck wrangling with shitty coders' shitty code"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-6772615249139674853?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/6772615249139674853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=6772615249139674853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/6772615249139674853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/6772615249139674853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/11/thought-of-day.html' title='Thought of the day'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-1791946629016307380</id><published>2008-11-09T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T14:55:12.720-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Work perceptions</title><content type='html'>I had a long post about work perceptions in response to a work meeting that occurred in the past week.  Some good things are just a little too good.  I'll keep working on the pithy phrases.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-1791946629016307380?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/1791946629016307380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=1791946629016307380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/1791946629016307380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/1791946629016307380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/11/work-perceptions.html' title='Work perceptions'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-5890760150705762970</id><published>2008-11-03T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:28:45.844-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is election day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Massachusetts state election is following the usual standard.  Present a ballot to a voter.  The voter then selects a candidate or candidate grouping that he or she feels best represents their interests, thoughts, or beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always interested in the ballot questions.  This is where the state offers questions of public policy which possibly or eventually leads to reform or lack of reform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, the questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.sec.state.ma.us/ele/ele08/ballot_questions_08/quest_1.htm"&gt;State income tax&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A YES VOTE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; would reduce the state personal income tax rate to 2.65% for the tax year beginning on January 1, 2009, and would eliminate the tax for all tax years beginning on or after January 1, 2010.      &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A NO VOTE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;would make no change in state income tax laws.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In favor argument:&lt;/span&gt; "41% waste in Massachusetts state government," reveals survey. Eliminating government waste is one reason to vote "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;Your "Yes" vote cuts your state income taxes 50% starting this January 1st - and eliminates the last 50% next January 1st. For you and for 3,400,000 Massachusetts workers and taxpayers.&lt;br /&gt;Your "Yes" vote gives back $3,700 each to 3,400,000 Massachusetts workers and taxpayers - including you - on average when we end the state income tax. $3,700. Each worker. Every year. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Me: Receiving more money is good, but the true question is how would removal of the State income tax affect government spending on crucial vital works as well as inappropriate spending on non-vital works?  I'm willing to pay taxes if it means supporting these vital areas, but I don't like paying taxes to support excess or misappropriation of public funding.  Another question to ask is that if the State were given a proper spanking as punishment for misspending, would bad habits improve or be eliminated in turn?  What's realistic here?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your "Yes" vote will create hundreds of thousands of new Massachusetts jobs. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Me: Debatable.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your "Yes" vote will NOT raise your property taxes NOR any other taxes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Me: Response to fear-mongering.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your "Yes" vote will NOT cut, NOR require cuts, of any essential government services. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Me: I realize there is a word-limit on these supplied responses, but it is unclear as to what government services are essential and non-essential.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your "Yes" vote rolls back state government spending 27% - $47.3 billion to $34.7 billion - more than state government spending in 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3,400,000 Massachusetts workers, taxpayers and their families need your help. Please vote "Yes." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Me: Will someone please think of the ever-present middle class???  Will someone think of the children???  I need to do more reading about this topic.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Against argument:&lt;/span&gt; This legally binding initiative would slash state revenues by more than $12 billion a year - nearly 40 percent of the state budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; It would force dramatic cuts in state aid to cities and towns, driving up property taxes and reducing funding for vital local services. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Me: Define vital local services.  This seems like possibility, but the argument is more made with fear-mongering in mind.  I'm curious what non-vital services and spending waste would be reduced if there was no state income tax.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would mean a drastic reduction in state funding for local public schools - leading to teacher layoffs, school closings and other cutbacks that would harm our children's education. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Me: We already harm out children's education through improper emphasis on rewarding teachers with proper compensation.  This, again, is possibility, but also reeks of fear-mongering.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would threaten public safety by cutting funds for police, fire protection and emergency medical services. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Me: Again, possibility, but how much would this threaten public safety depending on the cuts?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would prevent us from making badly needed repairs to the state's aging roads and bridges, or making other investments needed to attract businesses and create jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it could force the state to raise other taxes and fees that would hit moderate-income families hardest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times are tough enough. Let's not make them worse. Vote NO. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Me: This argument, overall, is pure fear-mongering.  The argument points to the main works which I agree government should take part in (city/town aid, education, public safety, and infrastructure).  However, how exactly would removal of the State income tax affect these areas, and, more importantly, affect true non-vital areas?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.sec.state.ma.us/ele/ele08/ballot_questions_08/quest_2.htm"&gt;Possession of marijuana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A YES VOTE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; would replace the criminal penalties for possession of one ounce or less of marijuana with a new system of civil penalties.    &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A NO VOTE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; would make no change in state criminal laws concerning possession of marijuana.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In favor argument:&lt;/span&gt; A YES vote removes the threat of arrest, jail, loss of student loans, loss of driver's licenses, and other sanctions for possession of an ounce or less of marijuana. Instead, a $100 fine, similar to a speeding ticket, would be imposed. Question 2 would end the creation of a permanent record (CORI) and barriers to housing and employment. Police would be freed up to focus on serious crimes, rather than arresting 7,500 people annually for marijuana possession. Taxpayers would save $30 million a year in arrest costs. All other marijuana-related crimes, like sales or DUIs, remain untouched. Stricter than current law, juveniles would have their parent(s) notified and must complete a drug awareness program and community service. Question 2 would not increase marijuana use. Eleven other states have similar laws and have shown no increase in marijuana use. Let the punishment fit the crime. Vote "YES" on Question 2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Me: Despite my lack of support for marijuana usage in general, this argument, for the most part, makes sense to me.  I don't have comments.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Against argument: Marijuana decriminalization is an endorsement of substance abuse and dangerous criminal activity, and sends the wrong message to young people. Massachusetts law already requires our judges to dismiss charges and seal records of first-time offenders. Decriminalization emboldens and enables drug dealers and poses a threat to public health and safety. One ounce of marijuana - street value $600 - equates to approximately 56 individual sales. Marijuana contains nine times the mind-altering THC as 30 years ago, is twice as carcinogenic as tobacco, is a primary factor in juvenile hospital admissions, and its users are 10 times more likely to be involved in automobile crashes. It is more strongly associated with juvenile crime than alcohol. A large percentage of criminal arrestees (approximately 40%) test positive for marijuana. Decriminalization is opposed by law enforcement, educators, health care, business and community leaders. Massachusetts District Attorneys, Sheriffs and Police Chiefs urge your NO vote. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Me: Decriminalization is indeed an endorsement of substance abuse.  However, we do this already for another chemical substance -- alcohol.   Calling decriminalization an impetus for dangerous criminal activity is a backwards argument since selling marijuana is an act of criminal intent because selling marijuana is illegal.  I am a human being because I am a human being.  Citing the increased chemical consistency, carcinogenic effects, and safety effects is good, but don't we already have these problems with cigarettes and alcohol?  I'm curious how much of a percentage of arrestees would test positive for marijuana if marijuana was decriminalized, much less legalized.  My guess it would go up or remain about the same.  I'm not a fan of marijuana usage, but I don't like the government stepping into areas of recreational usage.   This doesn't make marijuana legal, but does reduce the penalties involved with recreation usage.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.sec.state.ma.us/ele/ele08/ballot_questions_08/quest_3.htm"&gt;Dog racing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A YES VOTE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;would prohibit dog races on which betting or wagering occurs, effective January 1, 2010. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A NO VOTE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; would make no change in the laws governing dog racing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In favor argument:&lt;/span&gt;  Dog racing is cruel and inhumane. Would you treat your dog this way?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Thousands of Massachusetts greyhounds endure lives of confinement, kept for 20 or more hours each day in cages barely large enough to stand up or turn around in. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Me: Out of the thousands of dogs that live in confinement, how many total racing dogs are licensed overall?  This argument is slightly misleading, but a confined dog is a confined dog.  Point taken.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;   &lt;p&gt;According to state records more than 800 Massachusetts racing greyhounds have been injured since 2002, including dogs who suffered broken legs, paralysis and even death from cardiac arrest. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Me: More than 800 racing dogs have been injured out of how many dogs in how many races?  This argument is fair as an injured dog due to racing is the fault of owners racing the dogs, of which the dogs have no choice in doing.  I am curious in the comparison of racing injury vs. normal domestication injury.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;   &lt;p&gt;According to the Massachusetts State Racing Commission greyhounds have recently died from a mysterious illness and tested positive for cocaine, an illegal stimulant. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Me: This statement is misleading as it is not stated that the racing commission reported the dogs were given stimulants to increase their performance, although this can be guessed at.  The question is if a higher percentage of dogs who are raced are abused in comparison to domesticated dogs.  I am also curious as to what would happen to all these racing dogs if the law was to pass.  With no betting allowed, dog racing would, for all intents and purposes, be eliminated.  Would the fate of a lot of these dogs be euthenasia or domestication?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Against argument:&lt;/span&gt; Parimutuel dog racing has taken place in Massachusetts for over 70 years, now only at Wonderland dog track in Revere, and Raynham/Taunton in Raynham. The greyhounds are owned by caring dog owners, not tracks. There is no mistreatment of the dogs as claimed by animal activists. The State Racing Commission fully regulates the industry, has veterinarians on duty at each track, and maintains numerous programs for the welfare of the dogs during their racing careers, and for adoption when their careers are over. About 1,000 people will lose badly needed jobs if the proposal is enacted. The Commonwealth, Revere and Raynham will lose badly needed revenue. From 2000 to 2007, these tracks paid over $40 million to the Commonwealth in commissions and fees, as well as other taxes related to their racing activities. Finally enactment will likely subject the Commonwealth to suits by the tracks for taking their property. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Me: Despite the fact that racing is popular or has been around for a long time does not an argument make.  Slavery was legal for a long time in the United States.  That does not make it a moral act.  Losing revenue is not a legitimate argument for acting immorally.  The argument that no mistreatment is claimed by animal activists is weak, although no source or statistic is claimed nor cited.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-5890760150705762970?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/5890760150705762970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=5890760150705762970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/5890760150705762970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/5890760150705762970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/11/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-6994414597240224632</id><published>2008-10-24T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:33:11.239-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>The tally</title><content type='html'>I run every day.   If I miss a day, I usually feel the jitters, and, worse, when I get back to running the following day, it's never as good of a run.  I don't run as far as I would like, but I clip in at an adequate pace, sweat several gallons, and push my heartrate to higher levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running is a grind.  It is repetitive, and, in turn, can be boring.   You run, usually in the same gait, moving one foot in front of the other and repeat several thousand times.  Despite the boredom that can occur due to repetition, running offers something that is not boring - a mental challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the various things I think of when I get into a good running rhythm...&lt;br /&gt;* I am starting to slouch.  Focus on my posture to run more efficiently.&lt;br /&gt;* My arms are moving in a crossing pattern.  Try to get more parallel angles with them.&lt;br /&gt;* My body is starting to rotate with each gait pattern.  Focus on my posture.&lt;br /&gt;* I have sweat dripping into my eyes.  This itches or will get into my eyes, which is something I don't want.  Wipe it away.&lt;br /&gt;* My breathing is starting to get strained.  Focus on breathing while my body involuntary keeps up the gait.  Make sure I'm not missing breaths so I don't tire early.&lt;br /&gt;* My legs are starting to get tired.   Are they really tired or can I go further?  Mind over matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, running is more about my mind overcoming itself, not just my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weigh myself every Friday morning after I wake up for a benchmark.  I lost three more pounds today.  The tally keeps adding up and I have to keep up with it.  Focus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-6994414597240224632?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/6994414597240224632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=6994414597240224632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/6994414597240224632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/6994414597240224632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/10/tally.html' title='The tally'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-4946336832389824900</id><published>2008-10-15T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T13:48:30.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>H-1B Visa Fraud</title><content type='html'>There was a &lt;a href="http://developers.slashdot.org/developers/08/10/15/0046251.shtml"&gt;good post&lt;/a&gt; on the technology web log, &lt;a href="http://www.slashdot.org/"&gt;Slashdot&lt;/a&gt;, about a government report released earlier this month that details that 20.7% of H-1B visa petitions to the United States were submitted with fraudulent information or technical violations, thereby supporting a policy for increased auditing procedures for H-1B visa applications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a more interesting aspect to this of which I was not aware.  Apparently, many companies on a week-by-week basis supply job advertisements in various publications (magazines, newspapers, online job postings) in which the company has no desire to actually accept local U.S. workers for consideration of the job itself.  Some companies attempt to make their job postings contain job requirements that most, if not all local workers, could fulfill.  For example, a software development consulting firm could post a job posting that required a senior software developer with 20+ years of programming language experience in a language that hasn't even existed for that amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do companies do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - By showing that a job posting was made and was unable to be filled by local U.S. candidates, it becomes easier to obtain H-1B visas to hire an non-citizen applicant.  The applicant can be hired for a cheaper rate, thereby saving the company money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - By showing that a job posting was made and was unable to be filled by local U.S. candidates, it becomes easier to obtain H-1B visas to hire a pre-selected non-citizen applicant.  If a company has an international applicant in mind even before the job posting is made, the company can make a bogus job posting in order to make a stronger case for the pre-chosen international applicant to obtain work status or permanent residency.  The only simple way for many international workers to get residence in the United States is to marry a United States citizen.  By making a bogus job posting, this creates a loophole to ease the residency application process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entire process is shameful, for the companies that skirt the process for minor gains and, more importantly, for the counterproductive process created by the U.S. immigration office.  It's not just local workers who are taking it from behind here.  Unscrupulous companies can lure international workers with the idea of naturalization only to see it not take shape when the worker demands more compensation, benefits, or more firm ground to stand on for permanent residency.  If the worker is fired for someone more agreeable, then they simply get deported back with little rights of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the tangential problem of declining interest by U.S. students in the study of math and science, and thereby a reduction in the amount of talent present in the U.S.,  there is an advantage to brain draining top talent from other countries to the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem to me is when a company hires a H-1B worker when a equivalently skilled local worker is available.  The advantage for this use case is plain - it helps the hiring company save money and I don't blame them.  I do blame our government and U.S. immigration office for not properly auditing and analyzing their policies in order to bring parity to this situation.   If an internation worker is more skilled and available for the position, then, by all means, hire them.  If there is a qualified local candidate whose only disqualification is being a local resident, then that seems ass-backwards to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-4946336832389824900?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/4946336832389824900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=4946336832389824900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/4946336832389824900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/4946336832389824900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/10/h-1b-visa-fraud.html' title='H-1B Visa Fraud'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-6529984583342722088</id><published>2008-10-14T09:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T09:34:35.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introspection'/><title type='text'>Anger</title><content type='html'>Over the past 10-15 years, I have had a lot of anger in my life.  I'm not big into spirituality, but I think there is something to be said from an emotional standpoint for observing life with a sense of positive energy.  This isn't to say that I would be comfortable with being a tree-hugger, hippie or straying completely away from my cynical realism.  It's important to doubt and question.  It allows me to think.  It allows me to question to change what I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend a lot of time being angry with myself, or better stated disappointed with myself over what I have yet to accomplish.  I think this anger stems from both internal and external sources.  I get angry when I think other people break my internal code of morality - violating a worldview that exists in my mind which contains a policy of justice and fairness.  The conflict arises when other people do not share this worldview.  That isn't to say I get furious at others who disagree with my ideas, but when the conflict stretches to a point of being offensive, it makes my blood boil.  The irrationality of anger is powerful, affecting myself and those around me in both positive and negative ways.  Yes, anger can be a force for positive change.   The problem is when anger is a force for negative change.  That type of anger should be more controlled, but I am unable to do so sometimes and I get most disappointed with myself as a result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have much positive energy in me although I am trying to change that.  This is not an easy task.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-6529984583342722088?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/6529984583342722088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=6529984583342722088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/6529984583342722088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/6529984583342722088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/10/anger.html' title='Anger'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-3015415921214234003</id><published>2008-10-13T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:13:32.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Hate crimes</title><content type='html'>There is another interesting post on my favorite community web log, &lt;a href="http://www.metafilter.com/"&gt;Metafilter&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story: &lt;a href="http://www.metafilter.com/75602/Remembering-Matthew-Shepard"&gt;Remembering Matthew Sheppard&lt;/a&gt; - How has the town of Laramie changed since the attack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The background: Matthew Shepard was a gay student that studied at the University of Wyoming located in Laramie, Wyoming.  Shepard was attacked on October 7, 1998 by Russell Henderson and Aaron McKinney.  After meeting at a bar, Henderson and McKinney offered Shepard a ride in their car.  Henderson and McKinney proceeded to rob, pistol-whip (beat a person with the stock of a gun), and beat Shepard, finally leaving him tied to a fence in a remote rural area.  Shepard's skull was fractured during the attack and eventually died on October 12, 1998 while receiving hospital care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following arrest by police, Henderson and McKinney argued they were driven into temporary insanity by by Shepard's alleged homosexual flirtatious advances towards them.   Girlfriends of the two alleged attackers told prosecution that Henderson and McKinney had planned premeditated robbery of the gay Sheppard.   Henderson eventually plead guilty to charges and was sentenced to two consecutive life sentences in prison.  McKinney was found guilty by jury of the charge of murder and was sentenced to two consecutive life sentences in prison without the possibility of parole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shepard family pushed for support of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matthew_Shepard_Act"&gt;Matthew Shepard Act&lt;/a&gt; which would expand the realm of the 1969 United States Federal Hate Crime Law to include crimes motivated by gender, sexual orientation,  gender identity, and disability rather.  The act did not pass legislation due to conservative lobbyist pushback and a threat of veto by President Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The argument: There are two main arguments for support or opposition of the Matthew Shepard Act and any of its future derivatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support - The argument to support hate crime laws relates to the indirect effect on society as a whole.    By murdering Matthew Shepard in hate-crime related activity, the entire gay population of the town and area is placed into a state of fear for being who they simply are (in this case, homosexual).  A hate crime should be sentenced more harshly because it is not only an offense to the victim, but also an indirect threat towards all who share the same state of being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opposition - The argument to oppose hate crime laws whether it be the United States Federal Hate Crime Law or the suggested expansion by the Matthew Shepard Act is that by punishing a crime against certain people more, then it means that the same crime is punished less for other people.  In question, why should a murder be less horrid for a victim and his or her families because the victim is straight rather than gay, white rather than black, healthy rather than disabled?  It is also argued that by punishing a criminal more strictly because a crime was inspired by hate, it thereby is punishing a person for thoughtcrime rather than their actual illegal actions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-3015415921214234003?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/3015415921214234003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=3015415921214234003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/3015415921214234003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/3015415921214234003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/10/hate-crimes.html' title='Hate crimes'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-8569922739361390822</id><published>2008-10-12T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T17:48:01.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>A decrease in quality</title><content type='html'>My web log is a source for me to excrete my mental diarrhea.  Normally, I stay away from quizzes and other MySpace created "dicktrash".  However, while shooting the shit with friends online, I saw this quiz and for no notable reason, I am filling it out.  I realize this may pain the few viewers I do have for this web log, but consider the fact that a quiz, even a dicktrash one, allows myself to consider questions I don't normally consider.  It offers new perspective, so it's not entirely a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, let us proceed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;Could&lt;wbr&gt; you see yours&lt;wbr&gt;elf with someo&lt;wbr&gt;ne forev&lt;wbr&gt;er?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  Someone being the operative word and, at this point, I don't know who that someone is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your birth&lt;wbr&gt;stone&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I had to look this up.  Apparently, my birthstone is an Emerald or Chrysoprase.  An emerald sounds more extravagant so I'm sticking with that.  When you see me next in person, don't be surprised by my emerald-encrusted grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to Hoote&lt;wbr&gt;rs?&lt;br /&gt;Once... and it was on the recommendation of a friend who raved about their buffalo hot wings, not to observe waitress tits.  I swear! I didn't even like the wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along&lt;wbr&gt; with your close&lt;wbr&gt; frien&lt;wbr&gt;d's boyfr&lt;wbr&gt;iend/&lt;wbr&gt;girlf&lt;wbr&gt;riend&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I did when they were together.  She was quiet in most interactions.  I think she was amused by my witty reparte (i.e. - nerdness).   I don't know if that's equivalent to someone laughing at me rather than laughing with me, but fuck it, I am who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyon&lt;wbr&gt;e who is havin&lt;wbr&gt;g a baby?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my cousin.  She's having twins.  I'm sure they will be a handful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been calle&lt;wbr&gt;d heart&lt;wbr&gt;less?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  I tend to get cold and rational sometimes when it comes to the greater good, at least in my mind.  The problem is that I'm not sure if I stay as rational as I truly think I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you did somet&lt;wbr&gt;hing you said you would&lt;wbr&gt;n't do?&lt;br /&gt;I usually don't make promises or claims to never do things.  Life changes and so do I.  My word is my bond yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever misse&lt;wbr&gt;d someo&lt;wbr&gt;ne,&lt;wbr&gt;and re-&lt;wbr&gt;conne&lt;wbr&gt;cted with them?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but only friends, never ex-girlfriends.  Bros before hos dude.  Apologies to all my friends who happen to be girls, but I had to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looki&lt;wbr&gt;ng back,&lt;wbr&gt; did you ever think&lt;wbr&gt; you'&lt;wbr&gt;d be where&lt;wbr&gt; you'&lt;wbr&gt;re at in life now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes and no.  This is way too complex of a question to answer in full in a single quiz.  I am superhuman in many regards and regressively childlike in others.  I guess I'm like most of everyone else and that still strangely gives me pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you curse&lt;wbr&gt; a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Never at work.   Rarely at acquaintances.  Probably often around true friends, but I don't pay attention to it.  I don't analyze my words constantly around true friends because I am in a state of true comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think&lt;wbr&gt; you have made a diffe&lt;wbr&gt;rence&lt;wbr&gt; in anyon&lt;wbr&gt;e's life?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the question is whether that difference was overwhelmingly positive or negative from person to person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing&lt;wbr&gt; you cried&lt;wbr&gt; about&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;It was a long time ago (long time as in years).  I hold emotions in as a defense mechanism.  Yes, I realize it's not healthy.  The more interesting question is why I hold emotions in rather than the single emotion itself.  To answer the question, the tears came after an emotional breakup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the last spoke&lt;wbr&gt;n words&lt;wbr&gt; you heard&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;"I just want to say that I love you." by a special needs friend on online voice communication.  He amuses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last perso&lt;wbr&gt;n you talke&lt;wbr&gt;d on the phone&lt;wbr&gt; with?&lt;br /&gt;My mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have plans&lt;wbr&gt; today&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, went out for a good breakfast with my mom and sister.  Drove 200 miles back home.  Ran for 30 minutes, feeling both amazed and like shit at the same time.  Ate food.  Shot the shit with friends online.  I guess the only plans part of that would be driving home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many month&lt;wbr&gt;s are there&lt;wbr&gt; until&lt;wbr&gt; your birth&lt;wbr&gt;day?&lt;br /&gt;7 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name somet&lt;wbr&gt;hing you are doing&lt;wbr&gt; tomor&lt;wbr&gt;row?&lt;br /&gt;Working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefe&lt;wbr&gt;r regul&lt;wbr&gt;ar or choco&lt;wbr&gt;late milk?&lt;br /&gt;I prefer chocolate milk although I haven't had chocolate since 2001.  Why have I not had chocolate since 2001?  This is a longer story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had Starb&lt;wbr&gt;ucks?&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this year, I had a chai tea.  I took some new hires for coffee in order to welcome them into the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep&lt;wbr&gt; on your stoma&lt;wbr&gt;ch?&lt;br /&gt;Never.  I have partial to little feeling in my stomach so touching it or sleeping on it would be extremely uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you liste&lt;wbr&gt;ning to?&lt;br /&gt;The Usual Suspects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you tickl&lt;wbr&gt;ish?&lt;br /&gt;No.  I tend to get chills or irritated when tickled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you missi&lt;wbr&gt;ng someo&lt;wbr&gt;ne?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you crack&lt;wbr&gt; your knuck&lt;wbr&gt;les?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but not often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you named&lt;wbr&gt; after&lt;wbr&gt; anyon&lt;wbr&gt;e?&lt;br /&gt;My mom named me after a person in the Old Testament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyth&lt;wbr&gt;ing you want to tell someo&lt;wbr&gt;ne?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'&lt;wbr&gt;s on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;Some papers, several blankets, 1 thin pillow, and some laundry I still have yet to fold and put away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you someo&lt;wbr&gt;ne's best frien&lt;wbr&gt;d?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  I have many acquaintances and friends throughout my life but only two people in the world I consider best friends (I am excluding family members from this list).  A true friend, to me, is someone I feel completely at ease with which is not an easy thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think&lt;wbr&gt; of when you think&lt;wbr&gt; of Austr&lt;wbr&gt;alia?&lt;br /&gt;Dingos, shrimp on the bar-b, Wallabees, Kangaroos, Koala Bears.  In general, my initial thoughts lump me in with other American who share dumb, stereotypical thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last perso&lt;wbr&gt;n to give you a hug?&lt;br /&gt;My mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where&lt;wbr&gt; were you last night&lt;wbr&gt; at midni&lt;wbr&gt;ght?&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping on a fairly uncomfortable futon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like anyon&lt;wbr&gt;e right&lt;wbr&gt; now?&lt;br /&gt;This question gives me cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you speak&lt;wbr&gt; to your mothe&lt;wbr&gt;r today&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was last night&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I attended a wedding.  I made a strong attempt at small talk and found that many people are even less capable of smalltalk than myself.  I took those observations as a small victory for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last perso&lt;wbr&gt;n you gave your numbe&lt;wbr&gt;r to?&lt;br /&gt;I honestly can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you clean&lt;wbr&gt;ed your room?&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks ago.  I need to give it another go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you wake up this morni&lt;wbr&gt;ng?:&lt;br /&gt;In discomfort on a small futon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'&lt;wbr&gt;s the last bone you broke&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I've never broken a bone.  I drank milk growing up providing me with adamantium-strengthened bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many lette&lt;wbr&gt;rs are in your last name?&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you excit&lt;wbr&gt;ed about&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Ending this quiz.  I am realizing, at this point, it is entirely too fucking long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you drink&lt;wbr&gt; bottl&lt;wbr&gt;ed water&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;All the time, but I recently ordered a water filter so I can help SAVE THE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talke&lt;wbr&gt;d to one of your sibli&lt;wbr&gt;ngs?&lt;br /&gt;This morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you lost frien&lt;wbr&gt;ds in the past year?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think&lt;wbr&gt; relat&lt;wbr&gt;ionsh&lt;wbr&gt;ips are ever reall&lt;wbr&gt;y worth&lt;wbr&gt; it?&lt;br /&gt;Each relationship helps me understand what I like and don't like, what I can tolerate and not tolerate.  It is a learning process, so they are always worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefe&lt;wbr&gt;r to take showe&lt;wbr&gt;rs at night&lt;wbr&gt; or in the morni&lt;wbr&gt;ng?&lt;br /&gt;Once in the morning to wake up.  Once in the early evening after working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could&lt;wbr&gt; you go the rest of your life witho&lt;wbr&gt;ut smoki&lt;wbr&gt;ng a cigar&lt;wbr&gt;ette?&lt;br /&gt;I have one cigarette in my entire life which was provided to me by my father when I was 7-8 years old.   How's that for a blue-collar military life lesson.  Suck it up you hippies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last perso&lt;wbr&gt;n you were under&lt;wbr&gt; the cover&lt;wbr&gt;s with?&lt;br /&gt;I am growing increasingly belligerent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you happy&lt;wbr&gt; when you woke up today&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I was a bundle of joyous sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'&lt;wbr&gt;re being&lt;wbr&gt; extre&lt;wbr&gt;mely quiet&lt;wbr&gt; what'&lt;wbr&gt;s it mean?&lt;br /&gt;It means I am uncomfortable, most likely observing other people, with my mind moving at uncontrollable speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats&lt;wbr&gt; your relat&lt;wbr&gt;ionsh&lt;wbr&gt;ip statu&lt;wbr&gt;s?&lt;br /&gt;Single and strangely content with that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you were confu&lt;wbr&gt;sed?&lt;br /&gt;Right now when I tried to remember when the last time I was confused.  This is a daily event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate when peopl&lt;wbr&gt;e smoke&lt;wbr&gt; aroun&lt;wbr&gt;d you?&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.  If I stand around people who are smoking, even if I dislike it, then it would be my choice to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Being bitter about that fact is just dumb.  I would only dislike it if I wanted to get away from smokers and was unable to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old do you want to be when you have kids?&lt;br /&gt;This question is an abomination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would&lt;wbr&gt; you tatto&lt;wbr&gt;o someo&lt;wbr&gt;ne's name on your body?&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last movie&lt;wbr&gt; you watch&lt;wbr&gt;ed?&lt;br /&gt;I honestly can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thoug&lt;wbr&gt;ht about&lt;wbr&gt; getti&lt;wbr&gt;ng your lip pierc&lt;wbr&gt;ed?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many pairs&lt;wbr&gt; of pants&lt;wbr&gt; do you own?&lt;wbr&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color&lt;wbr&gt; do you wear most?&lt;wbr&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Black like my heart.  In reality, I like the color blue and red because they bring out the precious beauty of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'&lt;wbr&gt;s for dinne&lt;wbr&gt;r tonig&lt;wbr&gt;ht?:&lt;br /&gt;I cooked stir-fry and it was delicious and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy&lt;wbr&gt; with your life right&lt;wbr&gt; now?&lt;br /&gt;No, but I am satisfied with the direction my life is headed, which will hopefully offer me some happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing&lt;wbr&gt; you bough&lt;wbr&gt;t over 50 dolla&lt;wbr&gt;rs?:&lt;br /&gt;An order of tons of randomness from an online retailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing&lt;wbr&gt; you bough&lt;wbr&gt;t under&lt;wbr&gt; 50 dolla&lt;wbr&gt;rs?:&lt;br /&gt;Gas.  Really, it was under 50 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you kisse&lt;wbr&gt;d your boyfr&lt;wbr&gt;iend/&lt;wbr&gt;girlf&lt;wbr&gt;riend&lt;wbr&gt; latel&lt;wbr&gt;y?:&lt;br /&gt;CANCER.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;CANCER.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;CANCER.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you going&lt;wbr&gt; to do now?&lt;wbr&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Shoot the shit with friends and reflect on my uncanny ability to grind out the completion of this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-8569922739361390822?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/8569922739361390822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=8569922739361390822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/8569922739361390822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/8569922739361390822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/10/decrease-in-quality.html' title='A decrease in quality'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-9127880745326339344</id><published>2008-10-07T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:36:31.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introspection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Discipline</title><content type='html'>I have a good amount of vices in my life.   I tend to overeat when feeling stressed.  I tend to procrastinate because it's more satisfying gaining enjoyment now than later.  I tend to avoid uncomfortable situations even though it may prove to add more long-term benefit by choosing confrontation instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I am exceptionally good at is work ethic via inertia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some contextual definitions first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work - exertion or effort directed to produce or accomplish something; labor; toil.&lt;br /&gt;Ethic - a complex of moral precepts held or rules of conduct followed by an individual&lt;br /&gt;Inertia - the property of matter by which it retains its state of rest or its velocity along a straight line so long as it is not acted upon by an external force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I am a procrastinator.  I tend to put things off until some external force, well, forces my hand.  Once I start something, I am brutally focused at seeing it through.  I had been getting lazy with my diet and exercise plan ever since I went back to school.  I gained weight.  I got disgusted with myself.  In turn, I started dieting and exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not into any of the random diets (Atkin's, Vegetarianism, South Beach, High Protein).  I keep things simple.  I eat tasty, health food (this is difficult) portioned moderately.  I exercise daily in order to raise my heartbeat and perspire.  The end result of this is the most basic diet in the world which works for me.  I haven't tried any of the idiomatic diets, but I wager my diet regimen is better.  Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have discipline to keep the diet.  Once I start something, I am exceptionally good at maintaining.   My focus and inertia keeps me on a steady path.&lt;br /&gt;2. Eating healthy foods in overall small portions means my calorie intake is smaller than when I ate bad foods in large portions.  The amount of calories I eat per day is less than the amount of calories I burn per day.  Calorie watching makes me lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;3. Exercising makes me burn additional calories per day making weight loss easier.  It also helps me sleep more comfortably which is nice.  Finally, it slowly increases my overall metabolism which means I can have bad eating days and still gain no weight.  I break even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have restarted my regimen and am approaching close to 3 months on my diet.  I get my new scale in the mail next week so I will be tracking metrics for motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of motivation, I asked a co-worker, a fellow runner, how she continues to run when her mind is telling her to stop.  She responded that she tells herself internally to push on for only 5 more minutes, or 5 more miles depending on the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking about the discipline I have when I run.  When my mind is telling me to stop, I usually don't go into bargaining (Just go 5 more miles).  My mind usually goes into anger and belittlement (Run for another mile you puss).   Whatever works I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-9127880745326339344?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/9127880745326339344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=9127880745326339344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/9127880745326339344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/9127880745326339344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/10/discipline.html' title='Discipline'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-1309567274719759759</id><published>2008-10-06T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:36:15.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>The U.S. financial crisis - simplified</title><content type='html'>Discovered a great link via &lt;a href="http://www.metafilter.com/"&gt;Metafilter&lt;/a&gt; that describes the financial crisis in a neatly organized fashion.  A good read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.themoneymeltdown.com/"&gt;http://www.themoneymeltdown.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a brief time-based synopsis of the subprime mortgage crisis, a good write-up is available on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Subprime_crisis_impact_timeline"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Subprime_crisis_impact_timeline&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-1309567274719759759?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/1309567274719759759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=1309567274719759759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/1309567274719759759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/1309567274719759759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/10/us-financial-crisis-simplified.html' title='The U.S. financial crisis - simplified'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-6284119273713348912</id><published>2008-10-03T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T08:30:00.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Brand loyalty</title><content type='html'>I'm not the most fashionable person in the world.   My wardrobe ranges from borderline metrosexual attire to trailer trash t-shirts and jogging shorts.  In general, I purchase new clothes for the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I receive a  suggestion from someone else (usually a companion who shows pity for my lack of shopping knowledge and skill).&lt;br /&gt;2. I purchase an article of clothing by means of chance.  This doesn't mean that I flip a coin (although I'm willing to try that some day in the future), but rather I find a shirt, pants, or a pair of shoes and buy them on a whim, not necessarily looking for the articles in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;3. Comfort.&lt;br /&gt;4. My old clothes are too small or too big causing me to buy new ones in order to not look ridiculous (big clothes) or naked (small clothes) in public.  I'm come to terms with my narcissism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually don't care what brand name is on the clothes unlike other consumer outlets.  For example, I tend to have brand loyalty to certain foods or brands at the grocery store because I like the taste of their food.  I also may have brand loyalty to certain electronics companies over others because I know they are, at the minimum, an established company that will distribute a television or stereo that won't break instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of these examples are guarantees.  If I taste something good from a different company's food product, I'm a convert.  If I read enough positive user reviews about an electronics product, I'm more likely to take the risk and make a purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With clothing, it similar.  Certain brands have a reputation for higher quality craftsmanship or high public reputation.  In general, I don't care as much about this other than offering my taste on a look -- do I like the style (god help me for saying it, but the silhouette), do I like the color, is the texture comfortable on my skin, does it meet my fashion needs (work vs. casual vs. special occasion), is there ugly seam-work, does it match?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, these are the criteria I go by rather than the name on the tag.  However, there is one main exception...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_de8TfmDBtqo/SOY50teKNOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/osZdaM0dHJA/s1600-h/adidas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_de8TfmDBtqo/SOY50teKNOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/osZdaM0dHJA/s320/adidas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252949593096336610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEHOLD MORTALS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Adidas Shelltop.  Comfort.  Retro freshness.  Other shoemakers try to copy the simplicity and style, but they fail miserably.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-6284119273713348912?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/6284119273713348912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=6284119273713348912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/6284119273713348912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/6284119273713348912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/10/brand-loyalty.html' title='Brand loyalty'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_de8TfmDBtqo/SOY50teKNOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/osZdaM0dHJA/s72-c/adidas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-4714041823390304689</id><published>2008-10-02T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:35:42.780-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>On-call</title><content type='html'>I am the primary employee on-call this week.  What does this mean?  This means I am responsible for replying to the following avenues of inquiry from our business customers and parters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. E-mail list.&lt;br /&gt;2. Legacy web forum.&lt;br /&gt;3. New web forum.&lt;br /&gt;4. Business support inquiries.&lt;br /&gt;5. Support engineer inquiries.&lt;br /&gt;6. My personal favorite, escalated phone call inquiries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get paid for being on-call.  This is the benefit to being on call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the downside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Being responsible for support on systems with which I am unfamiliar.  The support model is the blind leading the blind from a certain perspective.&lt;br /&gt;2. Being the last line of defense for support.  The majority of support engineers day-to-day responsibilities involve understanding the entire solution or at least trying to reach that goal.  My day-to-day goal involves being an expert on a small handful of subcomponents within one product of the solution.  The support engineers are better suited and knowledgable about the product as a whole.  Blame this on my responsibilities or lack of training but this is the awful truth.  In fairness, I can bend the idea of being on-call to support to being on-call to manage support.  I am just a middleman to find the correct people who do know.&lt;br /&gt;3. Blurring of work-life boundaries.  This is a big issue for me and one of the most important things I look for in terms of job satisfaction.  When the lines are blurred between work time and personal time, the term job blurs into indentured servitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From an reasoned perspective, I understand the idea for being on-call (to support customers and also so other employees don't have to do it more frequently).  From an emotional standpoint, it pains me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-4714041823390304689?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/4714041823390304689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=4714041823390304689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/4714041823390304689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/4714041823390304689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-call.html' title='On-call'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-7915466090801583101</id><published>2008-09-22T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T08:55:02.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>State of emergency</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I realize the following quotation doesn't inspire great political commentary.  Quoting it seems more emotional and reactionary, but there is a point.  Several days ago, the White House released a press statement stating we would be in a national state of emergency for another year.  The national state of emergency has been in place since 2001, the year of the terrorist attacks.  I'm not amazingly surprised by the general idea, despite some flaws in its merits, but I'm more interested in why has the U.S. been in this state for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For Immediate Release&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Office of the Press Secretary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; September 18, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Notice: Continuation Of The National Emergency With Respect To Persons Who Commit, Threaten To Commit, Or Support Terrorism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; RSS Feed  White House News&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; On September 23, 2001, by Executive Order 13224, I declared a national emergency with respect to persons who commit, threaten to commit, or support terrorism, pursuant to the International Emergency Economic Powers Act (50 U.S.C. 1701-1706). I took this action to deal with the unusual and extraordinary threat to the national security, foreign policy, and economy of the United States constituted by the grave acts of terrorism and threats of terrorism committed by foreign terrorists, including the terrorist attacks in New York, in Pennsylvania, and against the Pentagon committed on September 11, 2001, and the continuing and immediate threat of further attacks against United States nationals or the United States. Because the actions of these persons who commit, threaten to commit, or support terrorism continue to pose an unusual and extraordinary threat to the United States, the national emergency declared on September 23, 2001, and the measures adopted on that date to deal with that emergency, must continue in effect beyond September 23, 2008. Therefore, in accordance with section 202(d) of the National Emergencies Act (50 U.S.C. 1622(d)), I am continuing for 1 year the national emergency with respect to persons who commit, threaten to commit, or support terrorism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; This notice shall be published in the Federal Register and transmitted to the Congress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; GEORGE W. BUSH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; THE WHITE HOUSE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; September 18, 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-7915466090801583101?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/7915466090801583101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=7915466090801583101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/7915466090801583101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/7915466090801583101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/09/state-of-emergency.html' title='State of emergency'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-8338082409866074625</id><published>2008-09-19T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T13:51:08.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web'/><title type='text'>Interesting</title><content type='html'>Here's a random, interesting site to check out when you have some time to kill.  It's a web site that gives short anecdotes to honest questions.  It wasn't harsh enough where it seemed like I was a voyeur, peaking in on a confessional.  It wasn't so tame where I thought I was reading a one-page sectional in a Reader's Digest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://commonties.com"&gt;http://commonties.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-8338082409866074625?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/8338082409866074625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=8338082409866074625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/8338082409866074625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/8338082409866074625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/09/interesting.html' title='Interesting'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-635595489119322479</id><published>2008-09-15T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T14:01:50.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Presidential race</title><content type='html'>I tend to read small bits or news, here and there, regarding the upcoming U.S. presidential election.  Like past presidential election years, I tend to remain undecided until approximately 1 months before the actual election.  Again, like in past years, I have a bad taste in my mouth as the candidates are excreting their talking points and, in some cases, informational entertainment spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the campaign system being mostly broken:&lt;br /&gt;1. Campaign finance corruption.&lt;br /&gt;2. Campaign lobbyist corruption.&lt;br /&gt;3. Emphasis on pointing fingers rather than solving issues or accepting responsibility (see: economy).&lt;br /&gt;4. Emphasis on polarizing issues (abortion, Iraq, death penalty, stem cell research) since the candidates are so close to each other on almost every other issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I like to usually watch the presidential debates.  It's an opportunity for, at least, a little straighttalk regarding the meat of the campaigns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will each candidate tackle foreign policy (see: Iraq)?&lt;br /&gt;How will each candidate tackle the economy (see: Housing market, weak dollar)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the tentative schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 26, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;: Presidential debate with domestic policy focus, University of Mississippi, Oxford, MS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October 2, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;: Vice Presidential debate, Washington University, St. Louis, MO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October 7, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;: Presidential debate in a town hall format, Belmont University, Nashville, TN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October 15, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;:Presidential debate with foreign policy focus, Hofstra University, Hempstead, NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm interested to see how the candidates discuss the recent real-estate mortgage crisis (Fannie Mae, Freddie Mac) and financial sector problems (Merril Lynch, Lehman Brothers, AIG) and how it impacts the economy.  I, hope, for the sake of the U.S. economy, they discuss more about their plans to strengthen the economy rather than pointing party-line fingers.  This is a bi-partisan issue and should be treated as such.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-635595489119322479?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/635595489119322479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=635595489119322479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/635595489119322479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/635595489119322479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/09/presidential-race.html' title='Presidential race'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-3408401340556735016</id><published>2008-09-13T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T17:58:08.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Hip-hop</title><content type='html'>Hip-hop, it rocks.   It's not just the basic idea that I love.  It's the entire foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creating music?  DJ'ing.&lt;br /&gt;Creating lyrics?  MC'ing.&lt;br /&gt;Creating dance?  BBoying&lt;br /&gt;Create art? Graffiti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, graffiti isn't as interesting to me, but I respect the art and style of it.  The music is just contagiously good when created by the right mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I don't get.  I notice there's a huge contigent of hip-hop artists who are labeled by the industry and consumer public as "alternative" hip-hop:  Jurassic 5, Del the Funky Homosapien, Kool Keith, and hundred of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are they called "alternative"?  Some of these artists are doing some new, innovative music, while others are just showcasing hip-hop at its roots which is fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commercially marketed hip-hop has strayed so far from its roots.  We have MCs who, if you notice, don't even call themselves MCs.  Many popular hip-hop artists aren't even rhyming.  They are yelling or singing.  It's close to a rhythm and blues derivative than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiphop is about culture, but more specifically the art that springs from that culture.    If the foundation of that art is considered alternative, than I guess I'm a fan of the outcast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-3408401340556735016?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/3408401340556735016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=3408401340556735016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/3408401340556735016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/3408401340556735016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/09/hip-hop.html' title='Hip-hop'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-1725620876418596012</id><published>2008-09-10T12:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:35:05.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><title type='text'>Critical thinking</title><content type='html'>One of the things which tends to annoy me in critical discussion is a lack of long-term thinking.  In general, we are a "what can you do for me now?" society.  We see this general line of thinking in a number of areas, both specific and generalized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the idea of self-destructive behavior - People, often, exhibit signs of self-destructive behavior in lieu of working to create something.  Why?  Because creating something takes effort.  It's hard work.  For a simple example, it's easier to tear down a house than it is to build one.   Gravity can manage most of the work for you.  It also takes less time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sympathize.  I truly do.  I'm both a destroyer and creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the problem I want to make note of isn't about how people choose to self-destruct.  It's about the people who choose to self-destruct and refuse to acknowledge the positive rewards from doing hard work.  Hard work is a long-term solution.  Hard work is undergoing some pain now to reap the rewards in the future for yourself, others, or future generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CERN Large Hadron Collider (LHC) turned on today.  I knew there was a general public hubbub that this machine could mean the end of the world.  How did that hubbub spread wildly?  The answer is ignorance and fear.  The societal spread of information in this case is interesting to me in the sense that it doesn't matter whether or not the CERN Large Hadron Collider will destroy the world (with astronomically high probability, it won't), the issue is how people, both in the media and also general public, sensationalized the idea it could and the outcry that resulted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did the media sensationalize the risks (or non-risks depending on your viewpoint) of the LHC?  They did it for the same reason most media outlets sensationalize.  It's a more exciting read.  More excitingreads cause a higher emotional response.  Marketing shows that a higher emotional response from information outlets result in higher circulation and, in turn, a higher bottom line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did the general public respond to the sensationalist media reporting in a sensational way?  They did it for the same reason most people respond sensationally.  It's easier to understand "the world is going to vanish from existence" than it is to understand the physics behind the LHC.  The amount of energy slammed against the Earth on a daily basis from space is astronomically higher in amount than any energy that could be generated by the LHC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started reading on CNN about user comments regarding the LHC project.  The majority of comments expressed moral outrage stemming from religious beliefs.  Other comments revolved around the large amount of money that was spended on the project, that it would be better suited to spend on other endeavors (usually world hunger and our precious children).  Those issues are important (especially our precious children), but it still shows lack of understanding.  Scientific research isn't about instant gratification.  It's about making best-effort observations given previous knowledge, and then altering existing knowledge or creating new knowledge based on these observations.  That's it.   Scientific research usually has no practical output, except when you wait many years if not decades for innovators to apply that research in a useful way.  It got me thinking about how many useful things I use on a day-to-day basis that was the result of scientific research - a computer, my water bottle, the internet, a light-emitting diode, glasses, a cellphone.  I'm pretty sure none of these devices, even at their most primitive idea level, whether it be a CPU, a piece of plastic, a chemical reaction, a sound wave were discovered in a day.  The research takes time.  It takes work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the following are some choice bits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, some strawman arguments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"A 9 billion waste! Same as America another waste of taxpayers dollars spent on "what is on Mars" the French no different. The people of this planet Earth need medical research on Better Health Conditions and a cure for Cancer..to have and enjoy a better quality of life!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am all for learning more about the universe. BUT, I think there are more important things in this life than finding out how the universe came to be. There are starving children, homeless people that cant even get back on their feet beacuse of Hurricanes and other weather tragedies we are faced with in these times. Maybe we should put more into helping people, than researching things that the only benefit would be... "Oh, so thats how that happened!" I mean think about what $9 Billion could do for your fellow man!?!?!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"How many hungry people could have been fed? How many destitue people could have gotten needed medicine. Bunch of self-centered, oblivious scientists with a big shiny toy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"What a waste of money, we have so many problems and worries on earth. As mentioned in another email, starving children, helpless and starving animals! Just to push their own ego to find what in the end?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, how about massive conspiracy theories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"makes you wonder why governments have poured so much money and are showing so much interest in this. Manipulating and controlling mankind with the current inventions of destruction is not enough......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, sensationalist responses based on misinformation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"So we are now creating black holes right here on earth. When will we learn that we don't need scientists to create a new type of nuclear bomb?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blood started to boil after reading these comments, but then I went back to a state of calm, rebuking myself internally.  I responded emotionally and sensationally in the same way and I got annoyed with myself as a result.  The one comfort I responded with, in turn, was that I was critical enough to realize that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-1725620876418596012?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/1725620876418596012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=1725620876418596012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/1725620876418596012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/1725620876418596012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/09/critical-thinking.html' title='Critical thinking'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-8874712064946136120</id><published>2008-09-10T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T06:43:46.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Television</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I watched a large amount of television.  So, I surprised myself by watching an enormous amount of it last night.  I don't have a hatred of television.  I just find that talking to friends or playing on the Internet to be more rewarding for me.   That being said, while switching between cuts from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0995832/"&gt;Generation Kill&lt;/a&gt;, a recent series produced for HBO, I watched an hour long show on the CERN Large Hadron Collider.  Yes, that &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Large_Hadron_Collider"&gt;Large Hadron Collider&lt;/a&gt;.  The basic idea about the Large Hadron Collider is that it will speed up an enormous amount of molecules in multiple directions (close to the speed of light), and then let the molecules smash into each other to see what occurs.  I recognized the show was dumbed down for your average viewer (me), but it gave an interesting introduction to some of the general research that will be occurring - discovery of new matter (smaller particles and dark matter) being the most interesting aspect.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is some fear and panic in the world regarding the Large Hadron Collider.  The fear being that some of the experiments could result in the creation of a tiny black hole.   When the word black hole is mentioned, panic ensued and some public groups were not pleased with the possible idea of a black hole consuming the Earth.  The vast majority of scientists discounted these claims stating that the odds of creating a black hole were miniscule and even if one were to be created, it would be so small that it wouldn't have the energy to maintain its structure and would dissipate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good show.  It surprised me.  The industry use of television doesn't interest me as much as poking around on the Internet.   I think it comes down to two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Interactivity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is little to none in television.  I can't talk to other people using the same medium like I can do on the Internet (via VoIP).  The counter to this argument is that you can watch television in the same room as friends and family.  That's true and that can make the experience more personal, but there's more to it than just communicating about your sensory experience.  I can experience participation within Internet activities.  I can talk in a chat session.  I can play a multiplayer game.  I can write a blog.  I am contributing the actual content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to offer some sort of prayer that what I want to watch will be available as I sit down on my couch in front of the television.  This isn't as true as it used to be though.  First with VCRs, and more recently with DVRs (digital video recorders) and on-demand content, I now have more control over what I can watch which is fantastic.   The ability to choose television programming will, hopefully, continue to be more prevalent in the coming years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food for thought, probably just my own though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impressively enough, after reading some news sites this morning, the Large Hadron Collider is scheduled to be turned on today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-8874712064946136120?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/8874712064946136120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=8874712064946136120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/8874712064946136120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/8874712064946136120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/09/television.html' title='Television'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-4219348360944828720</id><published>2008-09-05T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T18:30:35.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introspection'/><title type='text'>Across the street</title><content type='html'>A long time ago, my Mom sternly told me since I was too young that I was not to cross the main street several blocks away unless I was led across the street by a trusted adult.  As a rule of thumb, I took my mother's warnings seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I really wanted to visit the small arcade at the nearby bowling alley.  The trouble with this thought is that it was across the main street.  I decided to make a break for it one day.  I rode my bike down my residential avenue, then approached the busy road.  I waited for the light to changed, sprinted across the main broadway on my bike, then continued double-time to the confines of the bowling alley and arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sprinted not only for my safety, but because I was terrified.  I was terrified of being alone across the street and also of disobeying my mother's orders.  I had a feeling of extreme paranoia that someone was watching me.  I envisioned someone I knew, even an acquaintance of my mother would come up to me and find me out.  That never happened though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My anxiety got to be too much and I didn't stay long -- not more than 20 minutes.  I got on my bicycle and rode back to my house as quickly as I made my original way.  I was relieved to come home, but also had a feeling of shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wound too tight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-4219348360944828720?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/4219348360944828720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=4219348360944828720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/4219348360944828720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/4219348360944828720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/09/across-street.html' title='Across the street'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-177207394144267387</id><published>2008-08-27T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:34:21.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaming'/><title type='text'>Aim vs. tactics</title><content type='html'>The skill-level of the higher echelon of a given game player base increases as one or more of the following occurs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The quantity of the player base increases.&lt;br /&gt;2. The maturity in terms of number of played man-hours increases per player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In regards to 1v1 gameplay, aim and tactics are always important, but which is more important?  Let's define the terms first, using my favorite FPS series Quake as the benchmark.  The same definitions can be shifted slightly to apply to other popular FPS benchmarks like Counterstrike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aim - To direct a weapon towards an intended target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, as a player, have to manage my hand-eye coordination in order to move my mouse precisely to the proper pixel space on the screen, taking additional care based on whether I am using a projectile weapon (plasma gun, rocket launcher, grenade launcher) or a hitscan weapon (machinegun, shotgun, lightning gun, railgun).  For projectile weapons, there are additional variables on how to manage hand-eye coordination based on the speed or trajectory of the projectile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plasma fire spam is extremely quick and straight.  Rockets are moderately fast and straight, but also do splash damage so the best risk-to-reward is to hit a player directly on their feet.  Hitting a player directly on their feet will often be rewarded with a direct hit and, therefore, maximize the amount of damage inflicted.  If the shot is slightly off, the rocket still hits on the ground near the target's feet to inflict splash damage - the closer the shot to the target, the higher the amount of splash damage done.  Grenades have an arcing trajectory and are best, like any other weapon, when the shot directly hits the target.  Due to the arcing trajectory, they are slightly more awkward to aim and, as a result, are often spammed (shot in great quantity) in order to create higher quantity of risk for the opponent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Players can respond to projectile weapons by dodging the fire.  Different dodging patterns work better on certain player styles over others, but there are generic dodging patterns that tend to work advantageously overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For hitscan weapons, the only limitation to hitting your opponent is the requirement to be in line of sight of the opponent.  If you can see your opponent, you can hit them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversely, dodging hitscan weapon, on a technical level, is not possible.  However, certain dodging patterns play on standard human hand-eye reaction models to trick a player into aiming improperly and missing their shot.  Players who have control over their mental game and are never tricked will never miss because of opponent dodging techniques.  There's no current player like this though (although some players impressively come close sometimes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tactics - A procedure or set of maneuvers engaged in to achieve an end, an aim, or a goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our benchmark case, the goal is to maintain level control or achieve a point by fragging (scoring a gaming kill) your opponent.  Tactics are managed for the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To maintain level control positionally - The player who controls more advantageous positioning has an advantage (in general).   This usually means the player with higher ground or better angles has the positional advantage when initiating a player confrontation (a fight).&lt;br /&gt;2. To main level control via item control - The player who controls the more desired item resources (armor, health, weapons, and sometimes ammo) has an advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tactical advantages can change quickly if item control changes.  Additionally, tactical advantages change quickly based on the positional risks taken and positional changes by each player.  There's a lot of subtlety involved in tactics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As games mature the following occurs:&lt;br /&gt;1. Tactics increase exponentially and then flatten out in growth towards maturity.&lt;br /&gt;2. Aim steadily increases for the overall player base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This allows for more tactical risk to occur as a game matures since players with increasingly good aim can manage more risk.  However, an equal opponent can manage the same.  So both factors (aim and tactics) are still equally important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issue that arises is when aim increases, the power of projectile weaponry gets reduced.  This is unavoidable.  Aim being equal, it makes sense to use a weapon (in the majority of cases) that cannot be dodged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads to aim being a stronger factor than tactics, if and only if, the damage done by hitscan weapons is greater than or equal to the damage done by projectile weaponry.  This is the current state of things in Quake.  Rockets and grenades still have their place, but are not as powerful as they used to be.  Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, if a player can manage more damage without caring about dodging techniques, then it makes sense to do so.  In turn, when dodging becomes less relevant and hitscan weaponry become overused, tactical intelligence gets put to the wayside, which, in turn, dumbs down the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is part of the reason why I never got hugely into Counterstrike.  Everything is hitscan.  The saving grace that Counterstrike has is that it is a team game so tactical positioning and timing is still important because you can work with teammates to move opponents into tactically disadvantageous positioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it comes down to how does a game designer balance hitscan against projectile weaponry.  I'm not certain entirely, but I think a good start is to never design a hitscan weapon to be as powerful (damage-wise) as a projectile weapon based on common fight patterns.   As a disclaimer, I am comparing the common competiting weapons (rocket launcher vs. railgun / plasma gun vs. lightning gun).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I am showing some bias, but I do truly think that tactics make for more tense and interesting games.  Otherwise, base competition becomes reduced into a hand-eye coordination competition, which isn't in the spirit of any competitive 1v1 game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-177207394144267387?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/177207394144267387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=177207394144267387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/177207394144267387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/177207394144267387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/08/aim-vs-tactics.html' title='Aim vs. tactics'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-3483107307007024321</id><published>2008-08-26T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T10:47:07.244-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Elevator etiquette</title><content type='html'>I have a fascination with various quirky social norms.  One of these social norms being the standard etiquette present when riding an elevator.  Before I move further, I want to disclaim that my elevator etiquette perspective is limited to standard observation of behavioral social norms in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, one can observe the body position. &lt;br /&gt;1. Elevator patron #1 enters the elevator, moving to the back left corner position.&lt;br /&gt;2. Elevator patron #2 enters the elevator,  moving to the back right corner position.&lt;br /&gt;3. Elevator patron #3 enters the elevator,  moving to the front left corner position.&lt;br /&gt;4. Elevator patron #4 enters the elevator, moving to the front right corner position.&lt;br /&gt;5. Elevator patron #5 enters the elevator, moving to the back center position.&lt;br /&gt;6. Elevator patron #6 enters the elevator, moving to the front center position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following pattern is observed:&lt;br /&gt;1 5 2&lt;br /&gt;3 6 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The positioning is not a guarantee, but it is very common.  For example, the order and precise positioning of each patron may vary slightly depending on their right or left-centric brain patterns.  It can also vary if the patron feels more comfortable in the rear of the elevator to unconsciously shed less attention upon themselves or if the patron feels more comfortable in the front of the elevator, perhaps feeling the need for a more speedy exit.  Additionally, I have observed short-lived awkward chaos when the first person who enters the elevator stays in the front-left position to manage the floor-selection buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people do this?  I think it's done as a courtesy.  An elevator is a compact space designed for quick and, most often, vertical transportation.  Due to the cramped space, people unconsciously try to keep as much space from other patrons, maintaining their sense of comfort and personal space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A given elevator can also host more or less patrons depending upon the size of the elevator.  Even when the elevator is crowded, patrons still attempt to position in an ordered manner to maintain as much personal space as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once positioning is complete, the elevator starts to move.  Conversation tends to die down.  Again, this isn't a certainty, but it is generally done as a courtesy.  A conversation on an elevator is rarely designed for broadcast and, as such, elevator conversation can make any patron who is an outsider to the conversation uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also due to the close proximity, rarely is direct eye contact managed.  Patrons look at the floor number, waiting to exit.  Patrons look at the floor, the walls, posters on the elevator walls.  They look at anything but each other, again looking to preserve comfort level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, exiting the elevator is a ritual in itself.  Patrons who know they want to exit sooner than other patrons tend to position closer to the door.  If not, that patron needs to move through other passengers in order to exit.  The repositioning is done almost mechanically, allowing the respective passenger to exit while maintaining and maximizing space between patrons who remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a number of patrons exit the elevator at the same floor, often position will determine the order of exit.  Additionally, traditional cultural norms may show where an adult male will defer to other women and children to exit before them as a courtesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire ritual is really fascinatingly bizarre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-3483107307007024321?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/3483107307007024321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=3483107307007024321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/3483107307007024321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/3483107307007024321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/08/elevator-etiquette.html' title='Elevator etiquette'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-2241506428212069719</id><published>2008-08-13T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:15:02.129-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>How do you measure?</title><content type='html'>So, apparently, being a citizen of the United States, I am counter to the times by being a standard user of the Imperial system.  You know the Imperial system?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Measurements: teaspoon, tablespoon, stick, inch, foot, yard, furlong, fathom, mile, nautical mile, acre.&lt;br /&gt;Liquid volume: ounce, cup, pint, quart, gallon, and my personal favorite, hogshead (63 gallons)&lt;br /&gt;Dry volume: pint, quart, gallon, peck, bushel&lt;br /&gt;Weight: ounce, pound, stone, ton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I am about to voice a dated opinion, but I will voice it nonetheless.  The Imperial system uses a ridiculous amount of terms to describe measurement.  The metric system uses basic math prefixes (milli, centi, kilo, etc.) and three main roots (liters, meters, and grams).  The Imperial system is a fucked up mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Imperial system was created by the British Weights and Measures Act of 1824.   There is also a pseudo-Imperial system of measurement used in the United States.   This measurement system is called U.S. Customary and shares many names and measurements with the Imperial system, but not everything.  There was a later refinement in 1959 to the original British Weights and Measures Act in order to get more equivalency between the two similar systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing though.  The United Kingdom transitioned to standard metric units via the Unit of Measurement Regulations in 1995.  Measuring devices commonly have both metric and Imperial units on them now.  A beer is still sold in the pub by the pint.  A number of signs are still in Imperial.  However, the region is transitioning to metric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many probably know metric, but have used it more commonly in the chemistry lab - meters, liters, and grams... oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number of countries jumped on the Imperial bandwagon because Britain was pretty good at colonizing or exerting its influence back in the day - United States, Canada, Australia, India, Malaysia, New Zealand, Ireland, Antigua, Belize, Burma (Myanmar), Grenada, Guyana, Sierra Leone, United Arab Emirates, and Liberia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past 40-50 years, there has been a push to standardize the world on a system of measurements.  This system is known as the metric system.  A number of countries have switched or are in the process of switching from the Imperial system to the metric system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some countries have not - the United States, Liberia, and Burma (Myanmar).  Yes, 3 countries in the entire world have not yet adopted the International System of Units (the metric system) as their primary system of measurement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/17/Metric_system.png"&gt;picture&lt;/a&gt; is worth 1000 worlds.  How about 3 words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to suck it up and change.  I realize it's a pain in the ass, but there is already infrastructure in place to support this on a number of levels.  Your measuring cup at home probably has notches for both liters and cups already.  Your car's speedometer probably already has measurements for both miles per hour and kilometers per hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main things I will have to get use on a day-to-day basis are noting my weight in kilograms and having a more intuitive knowledge of the Celsius temperature scale.  Let's capture the dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-2241506428212069719?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/2241506428212069719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=2241506428212069719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/2241506428212069719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/2241506428212069719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-do-you-measure.html' title='How do you measure?'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-8920417645600361739</id><published>2008-07-30T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:07:04.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geek'/><title type='text'>Domain name</title><content type='html'>So I'm looking to acquire a domain name and then get a web hosting provider in order to give the personal web site thing a try again.  The goal is to use the site to host some basic info about myself, possibly this blog, my resume, along with some pet project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things I would like to do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Create a content aggregator page.  This page would include content from sites, formatted as I choose.  It would allow me to aggregate the majority content that I read into a single page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Create the web site using newer technologies I haven't had a chance to play with as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Host some streaming audio and videos as I see fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can get a lot of this for free or even use iGoogle for a hunk of the content.  However, that's not the point.  The point is to gain knowledge by doing it myself and also to have greater ownership over the project. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first problem is finding a domain name.  I've had several domain names in the past that have expired due to me not caring anymore.  I may feel the same way again, but I'm willing to give it another shot.  Both of those domains are now off the market due to domain squatters.  Bastards.  This leaves me with the opportunity to choose a new name that is available in the .com, .org, or .net top-level domains (tld).  I'm not willing to take a good name even though it might be available in Malaysia or have a .tv suffix.  I need a good name that fits the standard tlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list of available names has disappeared slowly over time due to legitimate ownership and also squatters (bastards).  I need a name that I think is cool, but also that is available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is proving difficult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-8920417645600361739?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/8920417645600361739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=8920417645600361739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/8920417645600361739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/8920417645600361739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/07/domain-name.html' title='Domain name'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-7867061292361534867</id><published>2008-07-28T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:33:43.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaming'/><title type='text'>Design flaws</title><content type='html'>So this weekend I cleaned for the upcoming parental visit.  In between shifts as apartment janitor, I played a little Team Fortress 2 (TF2).  It's a fun game, but with some frustrating problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing one of the converted old-school maps included with the game, 2Fort.  It's a symmetrical map where the blue team and red team battle it out to play a more modern, violent game of capture the flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rocking the shit as I usually do except periodically I would die.  Dying is inevitable in TF2.  However, the frustrating aspect was not that I died, but rather the manner in which I did.  I scored approximately 65 legit kills (not assists) and had about 23 deaths.  Approximately 16 of those deaths were the result of cloaked spy players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spy is a rather unique class in the game.   For killing other players, he is armed with a pistol and knife.  For destroying enemy buildings (turrets, health and ammo dispensers, and teleporters), the spy is armed with a 'sapper' which drains the strength of a building until it explodes.  The final weapon a spy possesses is a disguise kit.  A spy can disguise himself in the form of an enemy class.   I lied about the final part.   The spy also has a cloaking device to turn completely invisible.   This sounds pretty fun and good, doesn't it?  The downside to being a spy is they have a very low amount of health and can be killed easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be observed that the game design intention for the spy was to disguise and cloak deep into enemy territory, sapping enemy buildings and knifing enemy snipers in the back.  However, there's a flaw in this game design idea.  Very few players actually do this.  Most players either play defense, cloak to about mid-level or the more brave go barely to front of the enemy territory, cloak, knife an enemy player, retreat, and repeat.  It is efficient and amazingly unbalanced.  A spy breaks one of my cardinal sins of good game design in a very horrid way.  A spy can not only get a guaranteed first hit on an enemy player, but that first hit is a guaranteed one-shot kill on that player.  It's an unavoidable death.  Unavoidably horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I understand in more advanced play, teams will be spy checking more often with pyro burst (another class which shoots fire).  This still isn't a constant even with good play.  Again, here is the winning formula to consistent guaranteed kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Disguise.&lt;br /&gt;2. Cloak.&lt;br /&gt;3. Uncloak to quickly knife in back for kill.&lt;br /&gt;4. Redisguise and cloak quickly, running away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No other class in the game has the capability for guaranteed kills.  This is horrible game design. Every other class must rely aim or positioning.  The only other class in the game that doesn't rely on aim or positioning is the engineer who relies on upkeeping static buildings to do his dirty work.   An engineer can never reliably get kills in mid-field or on the front enemy lines because it will be near-impossible to maintain good upkeep on those buildings against good players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a number of other problem areas in the game.  Here is what I would do to balance out a few of the weaker classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Soldier&lt;br /&gt;Increase the number of rockets available by 4 to reduce dispenser runs.&lt;br /&gt;Increase the number of rockets loadable by 1 or 2 (to go up to 5 or 6) to equalize demoman grenade spam.&lt;br /&gt;Increase rocket damage due to the risk of playing a more mid-range/close-range class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Demoman&lt;br /&gt;Decrease number of loadable sticky grenades to 6.   There's no reason a class with high action management should have such a high payload.&lt;br /&gt;Decrease sticky grenade damage slightly.  The damage is too high for a class with a blatant action management advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Spy&lt;br /&gt;Replace the ability for spys to go invisible with the ability to become semi-invulnerable while disguised.  Players can still shoot spys to do damage (although significantly reduced while semi-invulnerable), but will not be able to be set on fire during this semi-invulnerability time period thus removing the most obvious sign of being a spy.   This means that aware players can still kill disguised spys and also see them coming.  However, unaware players will still get a knife in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Engineer&lt;br /&gt;Buildings are fragile already due to uber rushes and range limitations.  Reduce the costs of all buildings so they can be made and upgraded more quickly.  The most fun games are when two teams are playing a tug-of-war game to gain positional advantages.   Making buildings easier to build will enhance this factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Scout&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't change much about the Scout.  The double-jump with improved speed is very cool and deadly at the hands of a good player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sniper&lt;br /&gt;Reduce all randomness in sniper damage.  A headshot is an instant kill.  A non-headshot hits for a set amount based on the sliding sniper power scale regardless of where you hit an enemy on their body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Heavy&lt;br /&gt;Decrease the scatter shot of heavy fire which will slightly increase damage at further ranges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Medic&lt;br /&gt;Increase movement speed slightly to give medics a touch more survivability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Pyro&lt;br /&gt;Reduce the length of the pyro fire damage over time effect.  There's no reason for a class with higher than average action management to have a DoT effect that lasts as long as it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Game changes&lt;br /&gt;Remove critical strikes entirely with the exception of Kritzkrieg charges and headshots.  Random critical strikes add artificial game flavor, but is a detriment to fair play.  Randomness sucks hard when it comes to FPS play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-7867061292361534867?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/7867061292361534867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=7867061292361534867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/7867061292361534867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/7867061292361534867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/07/design-flaws.html' title='Design flaws'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-649229680300517622</id><published>2008-07-25T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:08:42.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Sugar</title><content type='html'>I am a fairly intense person when it comes to passionate interests in my life.  An interest can be a hobby, a lifestyle change, or a routine.  When it comes to food, I am not particularly good at moderation.  If I like something I eat it.  If I do not like something, I do not eat it again.  If I need to lose weight, I am unable to eat poor foods in moderation.  I have to cut things out of my diet completely to be successful, else I will inevitably fail at the diet.  This is particularly self-evident when observing the amount of sugar in my diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try excessively hard to not eat sugar.  Yes, I realize this is impossible.  Fruits turn into byproducts of sugar.  So do starches, grains, and probably a number of other foods of which I am unaware.   I haven't had a candy bar, dessert, or soda since 2002.  That's approximately 6 years now.  I rarely drink juice, more rarely drink tea (always unsweetened), and never drink coffee.  I drink water and a whole lot of it.  I try hard to not eat foods with aspartame (e.g. - Equal), saccharine (e.g. - Sweet &amp;amp; Low), or sucralose (e.g. - Splenda) in them.  This is near impossible to manage completely, but I try fairly hard to manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do this because I am incapable of eating these foods in moderation and it helps my health.  I rarely have cravings for extreme sweetness in my food anymore.   If I am dying for something sweet, I'll usually have a banana, an apple, or maybe grapes or raisins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the sugar-laden foodstuffs, the food I miss most is ice cream.   It is amazingly versatile.  I love milkshakes and all varieties of ice cream desserts and, yes, delicious girl-drinks like Mudslides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sweets, but I simply choose not to indulge.  I sometimes think about having ice cream some day in the future, and it leaves me wistful for a moment, remembering the texture and taste.  It fades just as quickly though.  I made a choice and the discipline needed to back that choice is needed.  It can be painful, but it also can be empowering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-649229680300517622?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/649229680300517622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=649229680300517622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/649229680300517622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/649229680300517622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/07/sugar.html' title='Sugar'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-8825315505581531325</id><published>2008-07-24T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T11:01:27.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>The human factor</title><content type='html'>I am not one of the leading examples of emotional sensitivity in the world today.  I definitely could learn a thing or two about getting in touch with ones own emotions and also better understanding the emotions of others.  I do understand, on a basic level, standard human emotional instincts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Globalization has resulted in many U.S. and European corporations going multi-national.  This is done to expand their marketplace and also get a step ahead of competitors upon observing or predicting market transitions.  The two countries in which countries are expanded to most frequently are China and India.  Why China and India?  They have enormous populations which means they are a huge marketplace and also a solid target for good local talent.   This is most true in China.  India is similar with an additional bonus in that they have strong laws and policies in place to protect intellectual property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to meet these marketplaces head on, outsourcing occurs.  Jobs that would normally be created in the original host country where the corporation headquarters are stationed are moved elsewhere.  It makes business sense in many ways.  I will use myself as an example.  I know much about the customs and culture of the United States in order to drive development of a product.  Development can be defined as requirements, functionality, usability, testing, and marketing research to best fit a particular product to a particular market.  The problem is that I can't fill all of these roles when developing a product for India.  I don't know the language.  I don't know the culture.  I can't effectively fill all of these roles, but local talent certainly can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem occurs in the human factor.   When jobs are being migrated or opened in outsourced locales, the existing employees get restless.  On an intellectual level, many professionals understand the business loyalty is no longer present in the modern workplace.  It is rare for an employee to hold the same job for 30+ years, gathering his or her pension, and then move to a condo in Florida.  Companies are more fickle.  They are more concerned for the inhuman corporation rather than the individual employee.  They are more concerned with the shareholders rather than the shareholder.  This isn't a diatribe on big brother, but it is a reasonable utilitarian perspective on earning money and developing business success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Individuals on a non-intellectual level want to feel secure.  They want some sort of job security.  When that job security is threatened, it causes distrust and low morale.  This may seem nonsensical to the non-emotional player.  However, it has very real business consequences.  It results in lowered productivity and also attrition.  The question that businesses need to ask is that how much outsourcing can I manage without tipping the scales overwhelmingly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggle with this issue ethically.  I asked my father several times over the years, "Do you ever feel bad firing someone?"  He responded, "I don't feel bad because that person always gave me a valid reason to fire them."  What exactly defines a valid, ethical reason though? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand business reason and I sympathize with the emotional reason of the employee.  However, both sides appear so far apart from where they used to be.  Globalization indeed.  This reason shows more in the form of absolutism and that truly worries me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-8825315505581531325?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/8825315505581531325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=8825315505581531325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/8825315505581531325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/8825315505581531325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/07/human-factor.html' title='The human factor'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-3982959235335201812</id><published>2008-07-22T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:33:10.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introspection'/><title type='text'>Getting my house in order</title><content type='html'>I have decided I need to get my house in order.   One of the problems I've faced in the past year is falling into old habits and not being as rigid in my discipline as I have in the past.  Well, no longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have reverted back to an old routine (is it regression or progression to move back to old, yet positive patterns?) last week.  I started to run again.  Or rather, I started to walk rigorously, then start running again.  For me, running is that caustic friend who busts your balls regularly, but you cherish that friend because they are just keeping you honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get to the point where I run a comfortable 8-10 minute mile.  An 8-10 minute mile isn't outrageous from an Olympian perspective, but it's decent for me.   I run at a good jog, building up my heart rate while disgustingly sweating several gallons of water weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what is the goal of running?  I want to run for the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. Lose weight.  I know there are more low-impact aerobic exercises available to lose weight such as biking or various sporting activities, but I like the solitary pain of running.  Although it is more jarring on my joints and bones in the long run, I can accept that due to my enjoyment of the mind over matter aspect of running.&lt;br /&gt;2. Run a 5k race.  I'm not looking to break any records or compete to win.  It's one of those bucket list events (yes, I said it and I apologize) that I want to complete in my life.   I want to finish at a decent time for myself and go from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other activity I am working on is generating lists.  My mom didn't suggest this, but she is very sharp when it comes to planning details; so I am trying to channel some of her chi into my day-to-day life by writing down things I need to get done.  Simple, but effective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-3982959235335201812?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/3982959235335201812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=3982959235335201812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/3982959235335201812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/3982959235335201812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/07/getting-my-house-in-order.html' title='Getting my house in order'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-4761229712243807995</id><published>2008-07-21T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:32:49.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaming'/><title type='text'>Gameplay speed</title><content type='html'>Yes, we all need to do a better job at multitasking to make our lives more efficient and productive.  However, that's not the multitasking to which I am referring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am referring to the number of tasks a player can do at once while playing a game.  On a related note, how many actions can a player do per second, averaged over time.  It's an often overlooked aspect of game design.  Multitasking and action management are one of my major frustrations while playing multiplayer games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will use two games as an example of how poor game design affects the aspect of action management in a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;World of Warcraft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is most easily seen in the aspect of player vs. player gameplay.  In PvP combat, whether in battlegrounds (a PvP match involving groups of 10 players or more battling against each other) or arena play (2 vs. 2, 3 vs. 3, or 5 vs. 5 combat where players only have a single life and cannot respawn), players win by most effectively using their gear, racial, and class talents/abilities to their advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A game designer can effectively balance players with equivalent, but different gear by making their gear scale in a balanced manner.  The WoW game designers attempt to balance racial skills around timing (how long does a racial ability last for and how long is it on cooldown or rather how long until the player can use the racial ability again).  Many players are advocating the elimination of racial abilities from PvP play due to their inherent inbalance.  Certain racial abilities are seen as more advantageous for PvP play since they allow for more first strikes and earlier crowd control (Human Perception) or because they can counter crowd control (Gnome Escape Artist, Undead Will of the Forsaken, or Dwarf Stoneform).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class talents and abilities are, by far, the most difficult problem to tackle.  Class talents define gameplay.  Gear changes; talents (for the most part) do not.  In order to balance class talents, major overhauls need to be done for a class in order to balance that class with all of the other classes in the game.  WoW talents and abilities show as most unbalanced when it comes to gameplay action management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one class can manage two things at once, while another class can only manage one thing at a time, the multitasking class has a significant advantage.  If one class can manage 1 action per second, while another class can manage 0.33 actions per second, the class that can manage more actions per second has a significant advantage.  The only way to balance this situation is to do the following:&lt;br /&gt;a) Overhaul the class, adding multitasking talents.&lt;br /&gt;b) Overhaul the class, nerfing multitasking talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's important to use the term 'overhaul' here.  The required changes may affect only one talent or ability, or it may affect many abilities.  The reason the change is an overhaul is because it would require core gameplay changes to the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In WoW, every class can multitask to a degree.  For this analysis, I will only look at the core PvP specs for each class.  Mages, for example, can multitask via slowing their opponent via a frost attack (which lasts a number of seconds after the initial hit) and continue to output damage or switch to crowd control while that target is slowed.  A mage can also output damage or crowd control while their pet, a water elemental, does damage without active management from the mage player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The player tells his or her water elemental pet to attack this target and the pet begins attacking.&lt;br /&gt;2. The player begins to output damage or crowd control on their own while the pet continues attacking (multitasking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that each class has various degrees of uptime when it comes to multitasking and actions per second.  This is where the major imbalance occurs in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Druids - Can lay down heal over time effects (HoTs) and continue to do additional heals or crowd control while that is occurring.&lt;br /&gt;Warlocks - Can lay down damage over time effects (DoTs) and continue to do additional damage or crowd control while that is occurring.&lt;br /&gt;Priests - Can lay down heal over time or damage effects (HoTs or Prayer of Mending) and continue to do additional heals, crowd control, or mana burns while that is occurring.&lt;br /&gt;Rogues - Opening stealth attack with instant attacks.&lt;br /&gt;Warriors - Undispellable snares with instant attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rogues and warriors are an interesting case to observe.   Barring stealth prevention or detection (which is amazingly useful but not omnipresent for all classes or arena makeups), rogues have a guaranteed opening attack or crowd control.  They have an immediate advantage in terms of action management.  Both rogues and warriors also can manage instant attacks, which is not common amongst the damage dealing classes in PvP play.  They can attack more often, which gives them more gameplay flexibility.  The only other class with a major amount of instant attacks is the Warlock, who deals instant damage of time abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes that do not have high action management or high uptime multitasking abilities tend to either be much more difficult to play or underpowered.  These classes are either under-represented in PvP arena play (the most seriously analyzed form of WoW PvP) or rely on high action management classes to cover for their weaknesses, thus forming a PvP metagame of managing class composition to strengthen ones arena team or countering other popular team compositions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some players claim the game is balanced via metagame, but this is a poor argument.  The metagame can change based on Blizzard (the gaming company who develops WoW) releasing a patch which only changes one ability.   Since gear changes frequently, the only solution to this game imbalance is to overhaul class abilities and talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since WoW has been imbalanced so long, why hasn't this been done yet?  I think for two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. Overhauling the gameplay of a class is a monstrously difficult task.  Despite the fact that many talented professionals work at Blizzard, it also implies culpability of game designers.  People are, in fact, only human.&lt;br /&gt;2. WoW has no competition.  If WoW has no strong competition, Blizzard has no strong need to work heavily on game balance.  If a player dislikes how a class plays, they can choose to create a new character that more matches up with their gameplay likes (whether it's for fun, competition, or balance concerns).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Team Fortress 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The problem of action management is also found in Team Fortress 2 (TF2).  One of the great aspects of first-person shooter game design history is that everyone starts out equal (this has changed with some popular games, but the core FPS game design examples agree with this game design philosophy [Doom, Quake, Unreal Tournament, Counterstrike]).  All players spawn as the same type of player.  They all have the capability to act and move at the same speed and manage actions at the same rate.  The major difference between players is observed based on what weapons they are utilizing and the experience of the player.   WoW should be striving towards this where the only balance considerations to make during a play session would be how much gear does a player have and how much experience does a player have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Fortress 2 fails on this front a bit.  TF2 has the same problem as WoW in that there are multiple classes with different abilities, thereby making game balance an uphill battle.  However, there are core action management differences which show game design failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two classes which strike me as the most imbalanced are the pyro and demoman.  The pyro can damage or reposition while fire damage of time effects are occurring.  The demoman can fire and forget grenades while firing or repositioning.   These two classes have the ability for increased action management in comparison to other classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is fun to see people die in fire.  It is fun to also blow people up with a grenade trap.  The problem is that it's not as fun to be on the receiving end.  I grant that it is usually more fun to be on the winning side of things.  Game balance is something to be strived for, not because it is more technically adept to do so, but because it provides a more equal platform for players to get what they want most out of a game, whether it's respawning after a death or tallying another frag -- a fair chance at having fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-4761229712243807995?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/4761229712243807995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=4761229712243807995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/4761229712243807995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/4761229712243807995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/07/gameplay-speed.html' title='Gameplay speed'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-5424500414505040863</id><published>2008-07-18T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T07:39:31.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>The interrobang</title><content type='html'>In my quest to write something new every day, sometimes the well runs dry or I don't feel like publicly sharing internal discourse or the daily ramblings of a mad man.  In that case, we move to randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I try to do each day is learn something new.  I realize that is a simple enough goal, but it's a small task that gives me a minor bit of personal pleasure or amusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One area that has interested me is the field of typography - the study of type design and arrangement.  There are several typographical characters that tend to pique a greater interest due to either lending themselves to more random use or being lesser known in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, most people are familiar with the exclamation point - ! (in typography terms, this is called a 'bang').  It is used to convey an exclamation; the stronger emotions of anger, jubilation, or surprise.  Also, there is the question mark - ? (in typography terms, this is called an 'interrogative point').  It is used as an interrogative; a query of curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people are not familiar, however, with the interrobang (&lt;code&gt;‽&lt;/code&gt; or &lt;code&gt;‽&lt;/code&gt;).  Many modern users often manipulate the classical interrobang usage by using a question mark following an exclamation point (!?) or the converse (?!).  This is passable, but technically incorrect.  An interrobang is actually the superimposition of the two characters.  One character has to be on top or below the other.  I was not able to find out details of classical typography to determine if it was more standard to overlay the interrogative point over the bang or the bang over the interrogative point, but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important to note that typographical characters are not constant between locales.  Different locales have different way of displaying an exclamation point or question mark.   For example, in Greek, a standard latin semi-colon character (;) is used as a question mark.  In Arabic, a right-to-left language, the question mark is technically mirrored (؟).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since more modern typographical input devices, specifically, a computer keyboard, are unable to easily superimpose the two typographical characters, the two characters are placed one after another more commonly.  The order of the characters can matter depending on the context.  For example, in algebraic chess notation,  "?!" would imply a suspect maneuver, whereas "!?" would imply a more interesting maneuver.  Some  authors use excessive interrobangs or creatively randomized interrobangs to show extreme emphasis of an emotion (!?!??!?!!!!!?!?!?!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is worth noting the interrobang is not a classical construct.  The question mark, for example, is centuries old.  The interrobang was not invented until 1962.  An advertising salesman, Martin K. Speckter, thought the character would be a good way to convey a rhetorical question.   He finally decided on the name interrobang after carefully considering other alternative names - rhet, exclarotive, and exclamaquest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several typographers and authors consider the interrobang a confusing character in literary context.  Standard punctuation, such as a period (.), question mark (?), or comma (,) are used to clarify meaning or the flow of thought whereas an interrobang implies unclear meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an interesting topic to read on.  Or perhaps it is better stated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an interesting topic to read on!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-5424500414505040863?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/5424500414505040863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=5424500414505040863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/5424500414505040863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/5424500414505040863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/07/interrobang.html' title='The interrobang'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-8855741038232799801</id><published>2008-07-17T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:32:23.006-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introspection'/><title type='text'>Waste of time</title><content type='html'>I had a short, yet interesting conversation with a friend this morning about how we use our time.  As shown in previous posts, I have had feelings that I have wasted time on silly, release-type activities.  I am not so naive to think that all I can do will be filled with productivity, deep meaning, or purpose, but where is the line drawn?  It is drawn based on where I choose to draw it, but that's not exceedingly helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real question is not where I choose to draw it, but why I choose to draw it at that given point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it starts to get complicated.  If I am to spend time on an activity which gives me happiness in the short-term, but prevents both personal and positive progression, is it a helpful activity?  Do I choose to indulge in short-term enjoyment because there is something personal and positive there?  Or am I choosing to partake as an escape from the difficulty of more long-term creative pursuits?  The answer isn't one or the other, but some murky gray (OCD note - apologies to the grey colour afficianados) area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but I have an idea.  I just wish ideas came to me more quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-8855741038232799801?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/8855741038232799801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=8855741038232799801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/8855741038232799801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/8855741038232799801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/07/waste-of-time.html' title='Waste of time'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-950487766243922383</id><published>2008-07-16T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:32:04.678-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Random #1</title><content type='html'>I'm rather big into random acts of randomness.  Here is a great post I found making the rounds of the meta-network sites.  It's a list of 9 strange advertisement posters from the 1930's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the posters that make the easy sexual innuendo references, my personal preference goes to the "They're happy because they eat lard."  How can anyone not get a natural high from eating large quantities of lard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/blog/posts/1754"&gt;http://www.funnyordie.com/blog/posts/1754&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-950487766243922383?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/950487766243922383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=950487766243922383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/950487766243922383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/950487766243922383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-1.html' title='Random #1'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-5071586212343612556</id><published>2008-07-15T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:31:46.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaming'/><title type='text'>Group commitment</title><content type='html'>I both love and hate World of Warcraft with the passionate level of enthusiasm one can expect from myself.  It is brilliant from a basic game design perspective.  There is a generic grind which is painful, but offers enough rewards and quests along the way to keep interest.  There's a decent amount of classes to offer gameplay variety.  There's end-game content in the form of player vs. player combat or player vs. environment (cooperative) raiding.  The game can be played on relatively outdated hardware with a satisfactory frame rate.  There's a good amount of grinding to entice power players, yet not alienate casual gamers.  Excuse the overused phrase, but it really delivers to a good range of MMO gamers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, some background.  I have played WoW somewhat casually to seriously for awhile now.  I raided up to Twin Emperors in vanilla WoW and also raided up to the Eredar Twins in the Burning Crusade before my recent burnout.  My main was a mage.  I always liked playing ranged classes and I enjoy gameplay with a lot of mobility.  That's what the mage offered and I enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that I had to play with 39 and then 24 other people, respectively.  It was both a blessing and a curse.  Raids, in general, are a social, yet stressful construct.  People want to have fun although in different ways.  Some people love the chat room aspect in terms of typing in-game chat (via guild, raid chat, or private messages) while others are more into plowing through content.  There are various additional subdivisions within each of these two main areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raiding is extremely challenging from an organizational aspect.  You need to get committment from other people to attend the raid and commit yourself.  You need to work as a group to down boss encounters which is amazingly fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can also be amazingly frustrating.  Some of the major factors in my burnout have been dealing with players who don't play for the same reasons I do.  I raid to dominate content.  I don't care much about loot other than as a tool to make dominating the game more simple.  I understand that it's difficult finding 24 other people with the same mindset and there's no doubt that some diversity is a good thing.  However, when the commitment varies to reach individual goals, I had some resentment build up since I was feeling I was contributing more and held down under the thumb of players who didn't want to contribute as much for very valid reasons of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The obvious response to such a situation is to find a new group of players who share the same mindset and goals.  The catch-22 is that I enjoy playing with my existing group of gamer buddies so I relegate myself to enjoying the social aspects while cringing from a gameplay standpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game has become a chore in a sense and I have decided to stop playing except on a very casual basis.  This is where Blizzard has failed in my opinion.  They have designed an excellent infrastructure for end-game, but have failed from a difficulty standpoint.  Power gamers love difficulty.  I am one of those people.  The problem is that most players aren't that type of gamer. The difficulty bar is set too high for your average player.  They have dangled the carrot a bit too far away and people are losing interest.   I have seen longtime players get burned out on the grind and artificial difficulty implemented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rambling now and I realize my perspective is slightly anecdotal so I will grant that.  However, in the end, people just want to play with friends, even if they are bad players.  Move on, suffer through it, or quit.  I've decided to sanely quit, but keep the friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-5071586212343612556?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/5071586212343612556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=5071586212343612556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/5071586212343612556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/5071586212343612556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/07/group-commitment.html' title='Group commitment'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-507182590195246542</id><published>2008-03-31T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:31:15.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The funeral</title><content type='html'>It's been a few days since my past post that made me want to start a blog.  I'm going to try to make an effort to continue writing since it is, in a masturbatory sense, cathartic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funeral was held this past Thursday.  We went in a limo.  I remember telling my father that I did not want to go to the funeral in a limo.  It gave me a very awkward feeling.  I don't know exactly why.  Perhaps I had a strange feeling since it wasn't the natural order of things for me.  It was an issue of experiencing something unknown or rare out of my normal comfort zone.  It also could have been irrational feeling due to the funeral itself.  I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked with some relatives I had not seen in awhile.  It was a bittersweet feeling.  It reminded me of all of the things I have been neglecting in my life, but it was just very pleasant to reconnect.  One family member said that her new goal in life was to create a graphic novel.  I first thought negatively about the idea, but then my better half kicked in.  I talked for about an hour with her regarding her plans to create the graphic novel.  I remember myself just being so in admiration of her.  It wasn't admiration for coming up with the ideas or planning involved in getting the project off the ground.  I was admiring her for the passion she had in just talking about her idea.  She could have been talking about shoveling a pile of dirt and I still would have been just as impressed.  It was a vibe that I hadn't observed in quite some time and it honestly took me by surprise.  I wish her all the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-507182590195246542?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/507182590195246542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=507182590195246542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/507182590195246542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/507182590195246542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/03/funeral.html' title='The funeral'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700630994494331897.post-3797357835803746311</id><published>2008-03-25T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:31:01.597-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Death in the family</title><content type='html'>My sister called me earlier this morning.  She was crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting at my office desk working on a concurrency defect filed by myself.  I had found an interesting issue where I had attempted to be too clever in killing a specific thread and wasn't clever enough.  When attempting to find solutions for problems, I often forget to go back to the basics.  I consider myself somewhat bright on certain days and absent-minded and foolish on others.  For some reason, maybe pride, or perhaps just curiosity, I try out new solutions to old problems.  Sometimes they work.  Most of the time they don't.  I need to remember to go back to the basics.  Simple is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that my grandmother died earlier today at 6:30 in the morning.  She had been suffering from pneumonia.  She told me that she had gone to visit my grandmother in the hospital the previous day.  There were tubes everywhere.  She asked me if I was ok, so I responded, "Yeah."  She then told me again.  My grandmother was in a bad state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She looked to be in such a bad place.  Is it better than she passed away?"  She was looking for comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, "Maybe."  I responded, "No."   I asked her how she was feeling.   I can't remember if I asked out of genuine concern or because that question would be expected from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was concise with my responses, but my mind raced in a number of directions at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ears are ringing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4700630994494331897-3797357835803746311?l=seppyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/feeds/3797357835803746311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4700630994494331897&amp;postID=3797357835803746311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/3797357835803746311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4700630994494331897/posts/default/3797357835803746311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seppyk.blogspot.com/2008/03/death-in-family.html' title='Death in the family'/><author><name>seppyk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13033917554855018629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
