<?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-5730315166147459701</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:51:23.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambiguously Boolean</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730315166147459701.post-3802721008645634672</id><published>2011-02-03T09:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T09:41:35.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And We're Back</title><content type='html'>So,  It's been a while since I posted last.  Life as been.. Interesting..  I am in need of an outlet and this little blog in the vast sea that is the internet will be that release.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-3802721008645634672?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/3802721008645634672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=3802721008645634672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/3802721008645634672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/3802721008645634672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-were-back.html' title='And We&apos;re Back'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-8442143703693606531</id><published>2008-05-08T00:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T00:56:10.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again, Home Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Being home again is really nice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The familiar sights, sounds, and smells remind me of how home sick I really was.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The last time I was home was at least a month ago and it had taken its toll on my psyche.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I now feel much more clear headed and calm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is good to see old friends again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We get together to do all the usual things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I took my customary trip out the peninsula and took several pictures out at the lookout at Chateau Grand Traverse (I think).&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tonight was dollar pint night at the Loading Dock and they had my most favorite beverage on tap!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Leininkugal Summer Shandy is a delightful drink that is 2/3 beer and 1/3 lemonade.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is the perfect drink when at the beach, or at any point during the summer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had my pint and called it a night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know, cheap date, but I needed to make my graceful exit before anyone else found out just how little it takes for me to lose my inhibitions.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am glad to be home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I like waking up with nothing to do and the most pressing issue on my mind being how to make a decent pot of coffee.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The only things I have on my agenda are to get my hair cut on Friday and to have my final chat with my boss in Key West.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is much anxiety surrounding that conversation but I am still excited for it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, it is time for bed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Night! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-8442143703693606531?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/8442143703693606531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=8442143703693606531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/8442143703693606531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/8442143703693606531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2008/05/home-again-home-again.html' title='Home Again, Home Again'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-3831813992687597491</id><published>2008-05-06T17:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T17:21:11.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of an Era?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The semester is over.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I passed all my classes, including my accreditation exam.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I walked across the stage at the graduation ceremony.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I even did a little celebrating. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But can it really be the end of my college career?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was unsuccessful in my attempt to actually graduate this semester.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Despite my passing the accreditation exam I was still not allowed to join the ranks of my fellow graduates.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although I understand the need for the university to impose certain criteria for obtaining a degree, I do not think that they need to be interpreted so rigidly.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Clearly I have shown competence by the simple act of passing my accreditation exam.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I even found out that at least one of my class mates, who is graduating, did not pass the accreditation exam.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That fact alone was enough to beg the question of what the real 6requirements for graduation are.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even my capstone professor concedes to my expertise in the degree program, but there is simply nothing he can do to expedite my diploma.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just don’t have the right classes to fill the mold of the GVSU IS degree requirement.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What a load of crap.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As far as I am concerned I am a graduate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am officially a member of the alumni association as was stated in their welcome email to me shortly after I walked.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I passed my accreditation exam.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This tells me that I am just as competent as any other IS major graduating this semester.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now it is time to decide what to do next.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have been waiting for weeks for word from my boss in Key West to talk about the details of my new position at his company.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, with complications in his private life as well as complications at work, we have yet to talk about the job at all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This puts me in a very uncomfortable position.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All of my sources tell me that the job is mine and that it is just a matter of working out the details.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, for me the details are everything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I need to know exactly what my salary is and benefits will be so I can weigh the costs and benefits of transplanting myself half way across the country.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My only other alternative is to sign up for the last semester of classes I have to take and really graduate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The biggest problem with that is that financing my illustrious educational career has become a bit of a strain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The government apparently will not be helping out anymore as they believe that it is time that I get out of school and become a productive member of society.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think it would be nice if they and GVSU got together and talked.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It might help my case.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;None the less, it is good to be done with this semester.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am excited to see what the summer months bring.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can tell it’s going to be very interesting either way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also sense romance in the air.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yay for young love!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-3831813992687597491?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/3831813992687597491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=3831813992687597491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/3831813992687597491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/3831813992687597491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2008/05/end-of-era.html' title='The End of an Era?'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-7394239320684987901</id><published>2008-04-05T21:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T21:31:55.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When the Universe Attacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sadly, on Thursday morning the hard drive on my computer finally gave out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ironically, at that every instant I was in the process of opening up a homework document that I was going to print out for class later that day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could sense the impending doom of catastrophic failure as the atmosphere around me became heavy with dread and anticipation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First, a flicker from the screen indicating there was a glitch within the video card.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, the mouse froze.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The hard drive light lit up and stayed solid for several seconds as the operating system began a memory dump.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And finally, it came; the blue screen of death indicating some critical system failure had occurred.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The computer then restarted and a message popped up saying that a critical windows file had been corrupted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The file was the “System” file which, come to find out. held a major part of the registry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was sunk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Son of a bitch!&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, I hopped onto the laptop to send my professor an email to plead for an extention on the due date of my assignment and explained my situation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The professor understood and granted my request.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I spent the rest of the day in a depression trying to figure out how I was going to recover the data off of my old hard drive that would no longer boot properly. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Thankfully, I was due to spend some time with my new friends Amber and Bob.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I explained my situation and they felt aweful for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So much so that Amber offered to purchase a new hard drive for me while I was waiting to RMA my now damaged old hard drive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At first I resisted the offer thinking that there would be almost no way I could repay her save using my body as collateral.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As we discussed the hard drive issue further they both decided it would be a good idea to go out for dinner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Locking up the apartment, we hopped into my car and we headed to a wonderful little Italian restaurant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We ordered drinks and an appetizer, and shortly after my good friend &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Chad&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; texted me to see what I was up to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I explained where I was an invited him to join us. Happily he agreed and a few minutes later he was sitting at our table enjoying a tall glass of Leinenkugel's Summer Shandy, quite possibly the best beer in the known universe.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We had a great time chatting and munching on food until it was time to go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We all headed back to my apartment for a bit to relax.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Amber and Bob decided to bow out for the evening leaving &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Chad&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and I alone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We relax together for a while longer, discussing the day and such topics of interests but soon, he had to leave in order to get enough sleep before work the next morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-7394239320684987901?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/7394239320684987901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=7394239320684987901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/7394239320684987901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/7394239320684987901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-universe-attacks.html' title='When the Universe Attacks'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-5499027180357904036</id><published>2008-04-02T00:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T00:26:49.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fools!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I found out today that I am actually going to graduate this semester!! April fools!!! Hahaha!! Wait… That’s not funny.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways, it is another wonderful day in the land of crucifixes and religious zealots.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was cold, rainy, and windy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My only class for the day was junior writing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As usual it was not mentally taxing but I still had to drag myself to Allendale to attend it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With each passing day I find it harder and harder to justify getting up in the morning and going to class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have a clear case of seniorities, minus the eventual satisfaction of actually being done with school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;GVSU are a bunch of chumps anyways, take that!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I managed to score a pretty darn good job regardless of their approval.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In lighter news, I have been instructed by several friends to at least say hello to someone I find very attractive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Granted I will have virtually no chance of making anything of it, but they say that it will build character and will be good for my psyche.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I suppose I cannot disagree with the logic behind their statements. And I will also admit that as time goes on I have become more and more frustrated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tomorrow begins the longest day of my week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not looking forward to it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t wait for it to be over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-5499027180357904036?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/5499027180357904036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=5499027180357904036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/5499027180357904036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/5499027180357904036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-fools.html' title='April Fools!'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-2821496178564706664</id><published>2008-03-31T18:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T18:08:38.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Shenanigans</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My mom stopped by my place Friday night while on her way to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Detroit&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; to see a Detroit Pistons game with my little brother.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was very good to see her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She even accompanied me to the bar with a couple of friends of mine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had an excellent time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My mom loved my friends and my friends, of course, loved my mom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My bartender, of course, was happy to see us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was actually so cute when I introduced my mom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He seemed nervous.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Still, that didn’t keep him from showing his affection throughout the night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Good times were had by all and eventually I had to carry my poor mom out of the bar or she would have fallen asleep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have to admit, after that the rest of the weekend seemed terribly unsatisfying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-2821496178564706664?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/2821496178564706664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=2821496178564706664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/2821496178564706664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/2821496178564706664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2008/03/weekend-shenanigans.html' title='Weekend Shenanigans'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-5072380405848538350</id><published>2008-03-26T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T10:50:24.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Friends Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The other night I made several new friends!&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Friday night I did made my ritual pilgrimage to the bar to have a drink and chat with my bartender friend, who is always glad to see me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I met up with Rob upstairs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was scoping out the best seat to chill and listen to karaoke.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Amber on the other hand was nowhere to be found and according to Rod was down on the dance floor making out with some girl.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On my way down to the dance floor I stopped at the back bar to say hello to &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Chad&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Always happy to see one of his favorite customers, he greeted me with a kiss over the bar and asked if I was well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He handed me my drink and I headed out into the dance floor to find Holly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Long story short:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Found Holly, checked our coats, lost my drink, and was given another.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Went upstairs for Holly to smoke, met up with my new friend Amber, they all got me drunk, we got some sweet pictures of our friend Shea the server… HOT&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ended up dancing like a fool with Amber until the bar closed when &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Chad&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; came out to give me a kiss and Amber, not wanting to be left out jumped on my back and would not get off, still made out with chad. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The night gets a little fuzzy then.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Something about McDonalds and plans for dinner…. I hope I didn’t do anything bad. ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-5072380405848538350?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/5072380405848538350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=5072380405848538350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/5072380405848538350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/5072380405848538350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-friends-rock.html' title='New Friends Rock'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-1032631260416156160</id><published>2008-03-18T19:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T19:25:22.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Academically Inadvisable</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A major victory was scored today with help from my writing professor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After meeting with him before spring break, he agreed to help me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had explained my dilemma which has caused me untold emotional distress; that I will not graduate because of technicalities.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today, I went to speak with him to see if he had gotten a response from one of his friends in the registrar’s office.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was pleased to find out that they had accepted his recommendation and accepted my credit!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This means that there are only two more classes standing in the way of my graduation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One is a speech class, which I should not have any trouble taking care of.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got the name of the chair of the communications department and will be making an appointment this week to meet with him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With all the extra documentation I will bring to the meeting and seeing how this is on of the only things that stand in the way of my graduation I do no think the chair will want to make too big of a fuss.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, one can never tell with administrators.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes they are very easy going and other times are stubborn and tyrannical.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am hoping for the former&lt;o:p&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is still a long way to go before the end of the semester.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have dozens of documents that I have to create, review and edit before my IS project is finished.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, I was just informed last week that we will also need to prepare a one hour presentation to be given to the professor and the executive staff of our NPO.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If this doesn’t count for a speech credit I don’t know what would!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I cannot wait to return to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Key West&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hear there will be plenty of work for me to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I was pleased to find that I am still remembered.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Good friends never really forget!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;W00t!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-1032631260416156160?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/1032631260416156160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=1032631260416156160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/1032631260416156160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/1032631260416156160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2008/03/academically-inadvisable.html' title='Academically Inadvisable'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-8062080581053688476</id><published>2008-03-14T10:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T10:38:31.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Home Stretch</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The LAN party went very well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My apartment was filled with gamers, geeks, and dorks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were up into the early morning hours having fun and sharing generally good cheer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was even asked if I would consider hosting another before I leave for &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Florida&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The highest complement I could have received I think.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will do my best to accommodate their request.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;However, now that Spring Break is over I am on the home stretch. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can see the end approaching.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Faster than I expected, and catching me unprepared as usual.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will be spending these last few weekends catching up with homework, reading, and writing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have so much to do before my final presentation for my IS capstone class. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I swear to god when I get this degree I am going to put it in the most expensive frame I can find.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-8062080581053688476?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/8062080581053688476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=8062080581053688476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/8062080581053688476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/8062080581053688476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2008/03/home-stretch.html' title='The Home Stretch'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-5699438535038655902</id><published>2008-02-29T09:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T09:22:48.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG It’s A Leap Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wanted to do something special this year since there is an extra day in February.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I decided to have a LAN party!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A bunch of friends are coming over today and we will have ourselves a geek party!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At first I was not really into it, but now I am really excited.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Happy 29&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; day of February!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-5699438535038655902?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/5699438535038655902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=5699438535038655902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/5699438535038655902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/5699438535038655902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2008/02/omg-its-leap-year.html' title='OMG It’s A Leap Year'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-7500594668662617031</id><published>2008-02-22T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T01:08:27.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lightning Fast Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So the weather has been wickedly cold the past few weeks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They have canceled night classes at least once again that I can remember.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have only been to my Wednesday night class 4 times this semester!&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The pressure of administration has become very apparent.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now that I am the team leader for my IS project capstone course I am charged with not only meeting with the professor every week to give updates, but to meet with the director of our non profit organization as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In addition, it has become my responsibility to coordinate the projects that the other team members are working on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will grant that it is a lot of fun being the boss, but my god the time I have to waste in meetings and writing email correspondence to keep everyone informed and apprised is exhausting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wednesday just plain sucked.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A botched paper in Classical literature began my day from hell.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It ended with a professor telling me that I would never be able to convince my advisor to waive my speech requirement.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“It just isn’t done”, he said to me as my blood pressure began to rise.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am continually astonished by the shear lack of compassion at the university.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ego is the culprit I suspect.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No one wants to make an exception because if they let one person get away with it, then they will have to let someone else do it to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ridiculous!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was able to contact an old professor at NMC and got a copy of a syllabus that should count as my speech credit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a presentation graphics class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Good god the class taught me how to effectively use PowerPoint in a business presentation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Could it get any more perfect for a major in Information Systems?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am exhausted from this week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am very much looking forward to the weekend and to a few tasty cocktails at the bar.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This week I earned them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-7500594668662617031?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/7500594668662617031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=7500594668662617031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/7500594668662617031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/7500594668662617031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2008/02/lightning-fast-update.html' title='Lightning Fast Update'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-2326169491811730414</id><published>2008-02-14T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T22:11:00.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No School Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As if to reward me for my hard work this week and as a present for Valentine’s Day, the professor of my only class for tomorrow, Friday has canceled class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sadly she was not feeling well and I am sorry for that, but her loss is happily my gain. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have been working very hard all week in not just her class, but in all my classes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As this is my final semester, regardless of whether or not the University agrees.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-2326169491811730414?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/2326169491811730414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=2326169491811730414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/2326169491811730414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/2326169491811730414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-school-tomorrow.html' title='No School Tomorrow'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-121578341905191675</id><published>2008-01-23T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T23:20:11.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Officially it was my birthday yesterday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yay! Another year old, and another year wiser I say.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since I am a firm believer in the idea that knowledge is power and that being wise is the ability to use information effectively I don’t mind another birthday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The festivities actually started last weekend when I went to the &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Detroit&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; auto show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was my dad’s big idea he wanted to do for his birthday so I obliged him.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday in keeping with the tradition I had begun in high school where to my delight one year, it was a blizzard the night before my birthday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It snowed all though the night and well into the morning dumping many inches of snow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So much snow fell in fact that they cancelled school!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How excited I was to be able to say that school was canceled for my birthday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was one of the best birthdays ever.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unfortunately, even though the greater &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Grand   Rapids&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; area public schools were closed for my birthday, the university was not.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The elementary and high school kids thank me still.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sadly I still had to attend my one class in the snowy nastiness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But despite my frustration of having to go to school on my birthday I made it though class and began celebrating my day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went to dinner with my friend Holly and later that night went to the bar with another friend of mine, AJ, where we spent the rest of the night chatting with the bar tender until &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="1"&gt;1am&lt;/st1:time&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Good times were had by all and I even got a couple of free drinks out of it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Depressingly, no one wanted to come home with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will have to start investing in just for men.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This weekend brings another round of festivities.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will head up to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Traverse   City&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; as it has been far too long since my last visit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I plan to drink and be merry yet again in celebration of my birthday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is a new restaurant that my mom wants me to try out and I hear that there will be a few drinks bought in my honor by a few friends who will be around as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It sounds like a good time to be had.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sunday I will head back to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Grand Rapids&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; to have dinner yet again with another friend whom was sadly indisposed all week and was unable to help celebrate my birthday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He insisted that we have dinner and then perhaps catch a movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who am I to argue with dinner and a movie, especially when the movie is Cloverfield?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hear it’s an excellent movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I cannot wait to see it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Making out is fun.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-121578341905191675?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/121578341905191675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=121578341905191675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/121578341905191675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/121578341905191675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2008/01/birthday-week.html' title='Birthday Week'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-6004998902980524422</id><published>2008-01-21T00:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T00:27:40.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was a very quiet day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Waking up late in the morning I looked through my sliding glass door to see several inches of fresh snow had fallen since last night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That coupled with the fact that today is Sunday seemed to create a thick buffer of silence around my apartment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t hear anyone moving about.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I barely spoke a few sentences on the phone all day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sundays seem to be like that around here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It makes me uneasy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I get a sense of foreboding, like I missed something I was supposed to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But thankfully I got all of my home work done and my Ancient Literature paper is coming along nicely.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is my birthday this week so I am guaranteed excitement, even if I am another year older. As long as no one notices the gray I will be happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-6004998902980524422?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/6004998902980524422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=6004998902980524422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/6004998902980524422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/6004998902980524422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2008/01/quiet.html' title='Quiet'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-2230100197668224120</id><published>2008-01-20T00:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T00:48:15.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Detroit Auto Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I spent the night at my brother’s place last night in preparation for an early trip to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Detroit&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We arrived at Cobo Hall around 1130am and entered the auto show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Detroit Auto show is a chance for all of the major auto manufacturers to show their stuff and to showcase their new concept cars and to vie for the consumer’s favor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We spent well over three hours there walking around to all the displays and showcases.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some of the more note worthy cars were from &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Toyota&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;, Saab, Scion, Saturn, and Mitsubishi.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Toyota&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; had an impressive array of cars and trucks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Sequoia looked very impressive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is exactly what every man’s man would desire in a full size SUV.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is truly enormous.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course they had a few different kinds of Prius’, one you could plug into a standard 120v outlet to charge the batteries for short trips&lt;o:p&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The new Saab 93 was amazing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got a few pictures of it and sitting in it made me feel like a rich snob.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Scion on the other hand had an entire wall of cars.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Seriously, they built a rack and had their cars packed into it like match box cars.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most noteworthy was the new xB which is much larger and rounded now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also I learned that Scion means “descended from, or heir to”, interesting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Saturn is starting to create some nice luxury and full sized cars.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are getting really good at making a nice front end that catches the eye, but keeping their cars reasonably priced.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mitsubishi decided to go retro this time around and make their GTO look like an old 1970s barracuda, or so my dad said.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All in all it was a great little trip.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had dinner at the Parthenon which is right across the street from the Greek Town Casino.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We road the people mover over to the casino from Cobo Hall which in and of itself was an experience. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You can really tell this is a car town.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No one likes it and it is a really short loop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now I have to get started on a paper for school, so that I have some direction when I try to finish it tomorrow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-2230100197668224120?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/2230100197668224120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=2230100197668224120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/2230100197668224120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/2230100197668224120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2008/01/detroit-auto-show.html' title='Detroit Auto Show'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-5902945447894271290</id><published>2008-01-16T22:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T22:49:56.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bar Employees Are Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went to an employee party for a friend of mine who is a bartender for a bar downtown GR yesterday, Tuesday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It wasn’t the best idea to go out on a school night, but with the promise food and drinks, how could I refuse?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After class I came home, worked out and got a bite to eat before cleaning up and finding some cloths that I thought were appropriate for a company party.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Did I forget to mention that this was for the employees of a bar?&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We ended up having a good time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At first it was hard to mingle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No one seemed to be talking about anything I could join in with.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was mostly chatter about who is up to what and where people are and what they are doing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since I had no idea who they were talking about it was next to impossible to chime in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One of the employees came around and handed out free drink tickets.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My friend got his tickets and immediately ordered a couple of drinks for us, love that boy!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we were chatting the owner came around and my friend introduced us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After that he made some comment on us not drinking enough and handed me two more free drink tickets.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Smiling, he told us to have fun as walked off to mingle.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We finished our dinner and we both received a to-go box with more food.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The owner had prepared a full turkey dinner for the party and there was plenty left over.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thanked the owner, Rob, for a wonderful dinner and a fun evening and we left.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-5902945447894271290?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/5902945447894271290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=5902945447894271290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/5902945447894271290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/5902945447894271290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2008/01/bar-employees-are-fun.html' title='Bar Employees Are Fun'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-2441052170040396521</id><published>2008-01-11T01:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T01:15:54.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day With out Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I received a letter yesterday evening after getting home from a very long day of school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was from the administration of the apartment complex where I live.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In it was a simple yet powerful message, “The Water will be turned off”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Apparently something was wrong with the plumbing and it needed to be repaired.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, from &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="9"&gt;9am&lt;/st1:time&gt; this morning till &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="16"&gt;4pm&lt;/st1:time&gt; this afternoon my entire building was without water.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s really weird to be without such a basic necessity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I even made the mistake of going to the bathroom, without thinking about how the fact that there was no water would affect the ability of the toilet to function properly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thankfully I got one free flush.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did however store a gallon or so of fresh water in an old milk jug and a large cup in the bathroom so I could make coffee and brush my teeth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It felt very odd to me that I was now forced to do with out a convenience that I had taken completely for granted for well over the two years I have lived here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And that it was only unavailable for a few hours over that span of time I was still very cross that I was forced to do without it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I began to think about why I was cross, and I realized that it was simply fear, the fear of being without water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-2441052170040396521?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/2441052170040396521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=2441052170040396521' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/2441052170040396521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/2441052170040396521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-with-out-water.html' title='A Day With out Water'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-641158436353669790</id><published>2008-01-08T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:03:27.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Into The Groove</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am getting back into my old routine now that school has started once again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hopefully this will be my last semester.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact I know it will be my last semester.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For one, I am running out of financial aid.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Apparently the federal government thinks it knows more about how to get a degree and the schedule for its completion better than I or the CS department of GVSU do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The other reason I know this will be my last semester is because I already have a job waiting for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My internship in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Key   West&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; went better than I could have hoped.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were impressed with my skill set and have offered me a position within the company.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You would think that GVSU would be pleased to see that their curriculum has created an individual who with his first experience outside of school did so well as to elicit full time employment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would expect the faculty and administration to be overjoyed by such accomplishment and would do their best to hurry me along the program so that I can get out into the workforce and become productive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However this is just not the case.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The university is fighting tooth and nail to keep me in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Grand   Rapids&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; for as long as they can by claiming I do not meet graduation requirements, General ed requirements, and even major requirements.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sadly, what they don’t understand is that I am paying them for a service.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Up until now they have controlled the scope, schedule, and time of this project.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well not anymore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is a new constraint in place, time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So they will either change the cost or the scope of my degree.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since I highly doubt they will create a new degree just for me that leaves cost.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I fully expect this last semester to be the most expensive semester of my college career.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hopefully it will be my last and thankfully the next phase in my life is already waiting for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-641158436353669790?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/641158436353669790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=641158436353669790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/641158436353669790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/641158436353669790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-into-groove.html' title='Back Into The Groove'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-4292272072390730568</id><published>2007-12-24T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T22:24:41.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s the night before Christmas and I can’t wait for morning.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I just put the last log on the fire and turned off most of the lights.  It's almost time to go to bed and dream about all the new toys i will find under the Christmas tree in the morning.  Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-4292272072390730568?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/4292272072390730568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=4292272072390730568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/4292272072390730568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/4292272072390730568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/12/holiday-time.html' title='Holiday Time'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-2031112151934196024</id><published>2007-12-10T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T00:08:11.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The semester is over and all that is left are final exams.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I spent most of the weekend working on the essay questions my history professor gave us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Essentially he gives us the questions that will be on the exam so that we know what will be on it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunatly the questions are very specific and he demands perfection from our responses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One wrong move can take an essay from an A to a B or even a C if you are not careful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s a fine line to walk.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In between studying I managed to find time to clean the apartment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By the way, the room mate has moved out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kevin needed to head back to TC in preparation for yet another move.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This will be taking him out to &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; where his girlfriend is planning to buy a house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He plans to move in with her once it is purchased and start his life yet again in a new state.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bless that boy for his tenacity but I think he is going a little extreme.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I tried to understand the sudden urgency to pack up and head back home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess not having to pay rent or bills is a major factor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is a lot about that situation that confuses me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For one, I find it odd that he refuses to make any long term commitments to his own well being.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Willingness to put others ahead of yourself is noble for sure and an admirable trait, but what good is that when you have problems paying your own bills?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If all this time at the university and living on your own is that life takes some serious planning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope everything turns out well in the end, but for now I am concerned.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My brother stopped by this afternoon to say hi and to get some lunch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We watched a few episodes of Star Trek Deep Space Nine and he helped me clean a bit before heading off for other adventures.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I like his random visits.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has been complaining about his out of date computer for months so for Christmas my mom and I are going to get him some parts for a new computer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He will end up having to spend a little money to finish the project but we will spend the money on the essentials.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got him an AMD X2 dual core 6400+ as well as a motherboard, power supply and a really nice case. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That should get him started; even though I will be the one to put it together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;C’est la vive.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I managed to snag a few good visits to Holly’s place this weekend too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Man she makes a killer good cup of coffee.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We sat out on her patio and smoked a little while we talked. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She recently broke up with her boyfriend of over a year and a half but despite her broken heart has managed to snag a date this week with a new boy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She has got it going on!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am impressed; the new guy pretty good looking too.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am so getting drunk after exams are over on Wednesday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t care if anyone else can.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I have to I will just go get me a bottle of gin and party at home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No, I’m not an alcoholic…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-2031112151934196024?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/2031112151934196024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=2031112151934196024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/2031112151934196024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/2031112151934196024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/12/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-3241124527171903345</id><published>2007-12-04T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T00:20:45.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Holy crap it’s been a long time!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ok here goes:&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thanksgiving was fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Before I even left campus to start my trip to TC I was in a car accident.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fortunately no one was hurt; however I now have a hole in my bumper where the gas lid of the other car dug in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The day after thanksgiving I had to go to the doctor and got a prescription for antibiotics, yeah it was that bad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Came back home and started doing catch up for school as I do not believe in doing homework over break.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The beginning of last week sucked for the most part.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Piles of homework, projects, papers, and tests all were coming due.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thankfully on Wednesday I caught a small break in my management class when I got back my paper.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A B+, now that’s not bad considering where I started out in that class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The professor was also impressed with my presentation of the paper in which he continued to use my examples and terminology for the rest of the lecture&lt;o:p&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Interestingly though, I was invited to an “adult” toy party after class on Wednesday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My friend the bartender was hosting it at his place and it was only a few miles from me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I decided to check it out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All I have to say is, interesting, and that I am not telling if I bought anything. Ha!&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thursday I missed my alarm to wake up my friend Scott so we could meet up with his friends for breakfast at a great little dive called Wolfgang’s...&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think… The spelling might be off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyways, we missed them but decided to stay and have breakfast anyway.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was tasty.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The week ended and I began work on my history paper that was due on Tuesday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I work all weekend long only stopping briefly to meet with Holly for coffee and to meet someone I met.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He turned out to be a really nice, charming, Latino guy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We spent 2.5hrs chatting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Clearly we got along well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was Friday.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saturday began with more homework and honestly the rest of the weekend became a blur of frantic work on both my history paper and statistics exam.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Neither of which I finished until Monday night of this week.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today I turned in both my exam and my history paper.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After speaking with my statistics professor I am starting to feel a little better about our final exam in that class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since this is his first time teaching the class and he has not even started writing it yet, he took some of my suggestions under advisement.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is an awesome professor!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok, I think I am all caught up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sooo… sleepy…. More tomorrow, if there is time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-3241124527171903345?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/3241124527171903345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=3241124527171903345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/3241124527171903345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/3241124527171903345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/12/recap.html' title='Recap'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-5336076934287140074</id><published>2007-11-13T00:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T00:47:45.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I made it back home safely Sunday evening.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The drive was uneventful, although there seemed to be a lot more cops on the road once I hit &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Michigan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; than there were in &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Illinois&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; or &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Indiana&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s funny since &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Michigan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; has the faster overall speed limit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At least I ended up traveling the fastest through &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Michigan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; than I did through the other states.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was cold and a little rainy as I made my way back home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;None the less I still enjoyed the drive, mainly because I think the weather kept most people at home instead of venturing out onto the road.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I finally made it back to the apartment I unpacked, checked my email, played a game of Stronghold Crusader, and went to bed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today was a standard Monday. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There is nothing new to report.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Next week however, is Thanksgiving break and I cannot wait!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Three days off that I will spend visiting friends and family in TC.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will have to make good use of my time while I am up north.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-5336076934287140074?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/5336076934287140074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=5336076934287140074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/5336076934287140074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/5336076934287140074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/11/home-again.html' title='Home Again'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-8791360491200236879</id><published>2007-11-10T21:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T21:23:58.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago By Foot</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kristin was kind enough to make me breakfast this morning consisting of a spinach and mozzarella frittata, scone cake, and English tea.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now that I say is the right way to recover from a night on the town.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing breakfast we started to discuss our plans for the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We tossed around the idea of heading to a museum to see some of the exhibits, but most of them were very expensive and ill timed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our other option was to try out the planetarium; unfortunately this also was a bit pricey and did not fit our schedule very well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, the one thing I was truly interested in was exploring the city.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we put on our walking shoes and hit the town.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We started on &lt;st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;9&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; street&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:Street&gt; and walked to Grant Park I believe.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We walked from block to block seeing the sites and snapping photos.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We eventually made our way to the magnificent mile, a section of &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Michigan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; ave. where all the nicest shops were located.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We stopped at a coffee shop near the end of the magnificent mile to warm up a bit and to get some coffee and a hotdog shop for a Chicago style hotdog, no lie its not just with pizza.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a beautiful day, however it was windy and about 50 degrees.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By the end of the day I was freezing.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The entire experience was amazing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I must have taken a few hundred photos of the city as well as a few of Kristin and I.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once the sun started to set and I no longer had enough light to take pictures, we realized that we were very hungry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we headed back to the car and took a quick driving tour of the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;University&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;  of &lt;st1:placename&gt;Chicago&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; as well as Wriggly field before meeting up with her room mate and her boyfriend at a quaint little hole in the wall sushi restaurant.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was a tiny restaurant, clearly catering to locals and it took forever to get a table but it was worth it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We ate until we were sick, the sushi was so delicious.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was all you can eat and the sushi rolls were enormous.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After we finished, we headed home for some down time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kristin and I are contemplating getting dressed up again and heading back into town to check out Boystown.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, it has been an eventful weekend already and we are both pretty tired so I am not sure if we will or not.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If we do we probably will not be out nearly as late as we were last night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And if we don’t go I am sure I will be back to visit sometime and we can spend a whole lot more time down there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess I should get a little rest now and see how we feel in an hour or so.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-8791360491200236879?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/8791360491200236879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=8791360491200236879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/8791360491200236879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/8791360491200236879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/11/chicago-by-foot.html' title='Chicago By Foot'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-437644882640019402</id><published>2007-11-09T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T19:39:16.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am taking a short rest after arriving at Kristin’s place in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Chicago&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The overall drive was easy until I hit I-90 just south of the Eisenhower (I-290).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The final ten miles took probably as long as my entire trip through &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Illinois&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; had been up to that point.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kristin is her bubbly effervescent self, and greeted me with hugs and laughter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After a quick nap we will be heading downtown to a Mediterranean restaurant where we will meet up with a few more of her friends for a night of drinking, eating and merriment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t wait!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-437644882640019402?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/437644882640019402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=437644882640019402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/437644882640019402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/437644882640019402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/11/chicago-style.html' title='Chicago Style'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-3634561274749017150</id><published>2007-11-08T01:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T01:34:58.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A series of very weird and disturbing dreams startled me out of bed this morning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wish I could remember the details but unfortunately the stress and distraction of the day’s events has eroded my memory. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I distinctly remember two separate scenes; one was of being back in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Key West&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; and the other being in an apartment that I do not recognize off the top of my head.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was a correlation between the two dreams however; I cannot remember exactly what it was.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is very frustrating to not be able to remember more details about these dreams.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Clearly they were potent as they were able to startle me out of a dead sleep and leave me disoriented for sever seconds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-3634561274749017150?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/3634561274749017150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=3634561274749017150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/3634561274749017150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/3634561274749017150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/11/weird-dream.html' title='Weird Dream'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-6535474388256181226</id><published>2007-11-06T21:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T21:19:57.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I swear to god I am going to do well on this exam.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I stayed for the review in class, I studied over the weekend, and I am studying right now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or at least I was up until a few minutes ago.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I need to take a break and rest my brain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I guess some might argue that I have been neglecting my schoolwork while spending more time than I should socialize.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What can I say, I like people!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Damn it all sometimes I need a distraction from school and if that means heading to the club Friday night and having a few drinks and getting a few phone numbers than what the hell!&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seriously, you would think the way some of these professors prattle on about how important the topic is that we as human beings would be hard pressed to survive without it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I personally think that most of my professors seem to be taking themselves a little too seriously this semester.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whether it be the time of year or dissatisfaction with the economic situation in the state is beyond my ability to discern.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was always told to leave my problems at the door when I went to work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Apparently this is not the case for those working in higher education.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I still plan to go out with my bartender friend tomorrow after this wretched exam, even though I may not be in a favorable mood.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t get to see him very often and when I do he is usually working.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will not take any of my frustration with poor grades or graduation issues out on him, but I'm sure it may be amusing to listen to me rant about it for a while.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Back to work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And you thought your job was rough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-6535474388256181226?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/6535474388256181226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=6535474388256181226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/6535474388256181226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/6535474388256181226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/11/exam-time.html' title='Exam Time'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-9186130763943167554</id><published>2007-11-05T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T17:45:15.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know it’s a little late.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am a little behind on the postings, not my fault.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Stupid school getting in the way of my life, how dare it!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ok, Cliff’s notes; Halloween was fun, didn’t dress up but did go out for a celebratory dinner and then spent the evening in the company of a significant other. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At precisely &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="0"&gt;midnight&lt;/st1:time&gt; I lit some candles and began to meditate. Some strange images flew through my head but for the most part fairly uneventful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was hard to concentrate with so many people moving nearby.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;School has been taking its toll.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Papers are coming due and there seems to be a test every week for one class or another.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On top of the day to day activities my advisor is doing his usual absolute minimum to help me prepare for graduation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am trying to get some flexibility when it comes to my senior project.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The company I interned with over the summer is beginning a major project and it would be a great opportunity for me. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;However, the administration of GVSU feels differently of course.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are very reluctant to allow deviation from the standard senior project.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We will see how good my powers of persuasion are I suppose.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All in all decent for the most part; Daylight savings has kicked my butt and have been tired and irritable since Sunday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t wait for thanksgiving break.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-9186130763943167554?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/9186130763943167554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=9186130763943167554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/9186130763943167554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/9186130763943167554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-5364870551404528943</id><published>2007-10-30T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T20:58:06.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You know when you just don’t feel like going to class?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You don’t feel all that great, there really isn’t anything new going on, and the next assignment isn’t due yet?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well I guess that’s what my History of Warfare professor thought.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s my own fault for not checking my email before class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So when I arrived at my classroom this afternoon bright eyed and bushy tailed I saw the sign on the door that tells me that class has been cancelled.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Uh!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh well, I am ok with taking a little drive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a beautiful day today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So after I got back from campus I called a friend of mine, Scott, and we had lunch together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He is a really nice guy, loves video games.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He just bought an xBox 360 about a week ago.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, yeah I know heresy!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How could he not get a Wii. Well there were two good reasons.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One, one of his most favorite games is on the xbox 360, Blue Dragon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s an RPG and actually I watched him play it for a while, its pretty cool!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Second, the Wii is still in short supply.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have not seen a Wii in a store since I bought mine almost a year ago.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is crazy that Nintendo is not increasing production in order to meet demand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh well, I guess it’s the Japanese honorable thing about keeping your word.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bless them!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love Nintendo! Amen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-5364870551404528943?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/5364870551404528943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=5364870551404528943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/5364870551404528943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/5364870551404528943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/10/sick-day.html' title='Sick Day'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-8579016551401652893</id><published>2007-10-27T17:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T17:17:41.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recuperation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went to the club last night with my friend AJ to listen to some live music and chat with my bartender friend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh yeah! We finally had our coffee date and we seem to hit it off really well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I even got a kiss to end the night, how awesome is that?!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So AJ and I sat at the bar and listened to music and chatted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After a few drinks we were feeling pretty good and somehow got to talking about weird things to do when you are bored.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of his suggestions was tying a maraschino cherry stem into a knot in your mouth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Intrigued, I asked how it was done and he said that it can’t be shown but that you just have to learn how you do it on your own.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Determined to unlock the mystery of the knotted maraschino cherry stem I asked my bartender friend for some maraschino cherries.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With an inquisitive look I got a small glass full and I went to work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;AJ managed to tie up 4 of them in no time while I struggled to tie only one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Undeterred I continued to work at it, and after 45 minutes I was finally able to take the knotted stem from my mouth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was thoroughly pleased with myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The bartender thought it was cute too. lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-8579016551401652893?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/8579016551401652893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=8579016551401652893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/8579016551401652893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/8579016551401652893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/10/recuperation.html' title='Recuperation'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-5705841679542869456</id><published>2007-10-26T10:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T10:28:54.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Presentations suck!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I gave a presentation on Wednesday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had to dress up in a full suit and tie, which was kind of fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In addition I also had a 12 page research paper that was due that day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had originally started the paper a few weeks ago with gathering research and starting to lay out the format for the paper.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, I didn’t actually start writing it until last Saturday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After turning in the paper Wednesday and giving my presentation (how to hold a successful meeting) I was pretty much dead on my feet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am so exhausted right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-5705841679542869456?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/5705841679542869456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=5705841679542869456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/5705841679542869456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/5705841679542869456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/10/sleepy-time.html' title='Sleepy Time'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-893554398971056415</id><published>2007-10-15T00:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T00:59:35.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejecting The Null Hypothesis</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The fourth step of the hypothesis is to state whether your data supports the null hypothesis, thus rejecting or failing to reject what is trying to be proved.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After collecting both quantitative and categorical data on relationship advice, applying the appropriate statistical formulas, and accounting for outliers I have come to the conclusion that I am improperly wielding my assets.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The advice has been unfavorable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, I am ready to accept that since I am really not very good at making new relationships.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, over the past few months that seems to have changed drastically, and I think it’s starting to make some of my old friends worry.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think that they are uncomfortable with the changes that have been occurring to me over the past year.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So many things are different now and I think that makes even my best friends a little uneasy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think change can be good for many reasons; perspective, empathy, appreciation, and understanding are all things that come with change.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All of which are very important in a relationship.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not bad eh?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Happily, I got to talk with my bartender friend again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t wait to meet up with them again and chat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A coffee shop sounds like the perfect place to mix a little socializing with a little nosh.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-893554398971056415?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/893554398971056415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=893554398971056415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/893554398971056415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/893554398971056415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/10/rejecting-null-hypothesis.html' title='Rejecting The Null Hypothesis'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-2588195988078873842</id><published>2007-10-12T01:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T01:16:06.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You know you’re in for it when you get an exam back on Monday that you took the previous week and you set the curve in your group with a score of 68%.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ok, I think to myself, a minor setback.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s no biggie, the first test is always the hardest, do better next time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wednesday rolls around and I head off to my concepts of management class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There we also get our exam back that we took the previous week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I get my exam back and look at the score, a C.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ouch!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not again!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But wait there’s more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is a note on the back page of my exam that says something about seeing the professor. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So after class I go up to him and ask what he needed to talk to me about.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Apparently I had completely missed the point of the final question on the exam, all essay by the way, and that because I had done well on the other questions he decided to give me pity points so as to not kill my grade.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Great!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not only did I get a C, I didn’t even deserve it!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Grrr!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh well, it was better than nothing and I had to admit it was might kind of him to not kill me on the first exam.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I thanked him and went home.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On top of this I am getting extremely conflicting advice from my friends about relationships.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One says I am way out of line and am moving too fast, and the other says I’m not doing anything wrong at all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I needed a drink after that class on Wednesday so I went out to the bar with AJ and unwound a bit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thank the goddess the weekend is almost here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think I need a few more drinks, and a hair cut!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It always helps to look good when you do whatever it is you do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-2588195988078873842?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/2588195988078873842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=2588195988078873842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/2588195988078873842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/2588195988078873842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/10/rough-enough.html' title='Rough Enough'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-3315127426630043764</id><published>2007-10-07T17:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T17:15:16.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The worst thing about having an awesome weekend is that when Sunday afternoon rolls around you start to feel the tug of reality, and it sucks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The weekend went splendidly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was much drunken debauchery had on Saturday; so much so that my neighbors knocked on our door.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I answered the door I saw two good looking girls, one of which was wearing nothing but a bath towel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Seriously, no lie!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They wanted to know if he had plans for the evening and if we wanted to get together at some point.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I invited them in, however, the one in the towel made a bolt for their apartment to finish getting ready for whatever.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mandy, as she introduced herself to me as she entered my apartment turned out to be a student from &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Ferris&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;State&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and grew up in Big Rapids.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It turns out she was pretty drunk and soon after returning to her apartment passed out and was out of commission for the rest of the night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her room mate, whose name I never caught went out to the club.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seriously, I cannot make this stuff up!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even if I did it would be this good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So anyways, back to the sad and inevitable truth that the weekend is almost over and it is time to get started on a research paper that I have been putting off for weeks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Writing the paper won’t be hard, it’s the research that sucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-3315127426630043764?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/3315127426630043764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=3315127426630043764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/3315127426630043764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/3315127426630043764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/10/back-to-reality.html' title='Back To Reality'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-8256577746056787119</id><published>2007-10-06T02:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T04:02:03.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I managed to put together a little birthday party for my good friend and room mate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought it would be nice to have some friends over, go out to a nice restaurant and chill.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Besides, it was an easy way to justify a party.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everyone seemed to have a good time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After dinner we came back to the apartment, and had a cigar to celebrate the evening.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The rest of the time was spent chatting and playing Wii sports!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love the Wii!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now I am a little drunk and I think its time for bed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-8256577746056787119?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/8256577746056787119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=8256577746056787119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/8256577746056787119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/8256577746056787119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/10/party-time.html' title='Party Time'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-6751581210611042611</id><published>2007-10-04T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T23:37:38.819-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Third of The Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s been a hell of week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Two exams one on Monday for my IS project management class, and another was yesterday for my other management class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These are both heavy classes with teacher who take the content very seriously.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My first exam was true/false, multiple-guess, and essay.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Needless to say the vast majority of that exam was just that, a guess.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, I do think that I manage to articulate some decent essay answers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The second exam that was yesterday was all essay.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why a professor would want to put themselves into the position of having to grade 5 essays from each of the 50 or so students in each of his 3 sections is quite beyond me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, in our favor is the fact that this professor isn’t so much instead in if you could regurgitate what was in the book as much as be able to pay attention during class discussion and to relate that to concepts in the book.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Its really simple, show up for class, pay attention (the hard part), and ask questions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you can manage that then the exam should be easy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Surprisingly he was true to his word.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The exam was far easier to get through than I had thought.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tomorrow should be easy, the exams are over and the professors will be busy grading so we will not cover a lot of new topics.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t ask for better timing as I am throwing a birthday party for my room mate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have invited a bunch of people over and we will be celebrating at a Japanese steakhouse nearby.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s sure to be memorable as I’m pretty sure this will be a unique occurrence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have to admit I am partly doing this for selfish reasons.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is no bad reason to have a party right?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Holla! \o/&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P.S.—The bartender has yet to respond to my email request for a meeting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to meet for coffee so we can chat and get to know each other a little before we tear each other’s cloths off…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t like sticking things in places I know nothing about!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-6751581210611042611?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/6751581210611042611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=6751581210611042611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/6751581210611042611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/6751581210611042611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/10/third-of-way.html' title='A Third of The Way'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-3179379207013569572</id><published>2007-10-02T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T19:11:32.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Met The Bartender</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, after Holly and Brandon finished singing their karaoke duet we got ready to head downstairs to the dance floor when holly pulled me aside and said, “You need to talk to the bartender!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She nudged me over to the edge of the bar.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I smiled like an idiot and said hello to the bartender as they were cashing out someone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They wrote something on the back of receipt paper and handed it to me as said, “It was great to meet you.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bright red with embarrassment I smiled and turned to head down to the dance floor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everyone was heading to the dance floor when I arrived on the lower level.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sadly I am a horrid dancer, and being fairly drunk would surely not help things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But after being yelled at by everyone in attendance, including people who I didn’t even really I succumb to peer pressure and went out to the dance floor to make a fool of myself. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thankfully everyone else was really drunk too so they thought I did just fine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Score!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We danced for a while, taking short breaks during slow or bad songs until closing time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The lights went on and we slowly made out way to the exit, stopping along the way to say high to people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I made it outside and stood waiting for our cab to arrive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Brandon&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; had somehow managed to get a hold of a couple of cigarillos but could not get them lit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He ended up breaking one in half.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;AJ tapped me on the shoulder and pointed at the entrance to the club where the bartender was standing motioning for me to come over.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I immediately panicked thinking that I must have forgotten to pay my bar tab or something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went over and to my surprise; I received a big hug and a thank you for stopping by.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now I have a phone number and an email address.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The ball is in my court now, so I guess I better play it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-3179379207013569572?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/3179379207013569572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=3179379207013569572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/3179379207013569572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/3179379207013569572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-met-bartender.html' title='I Met The Bartender'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-1840593980583010849</id><published>2007-10-01T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T19:12:23.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was The Best of Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Hell of a weekend, that’s all I have to say.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This weekend was just one of those weekends when you through caution to the wind and really allow yourself to experience new things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For those who have yet to experience sensation, I highly recommend it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just find some good friends and go do something you have never done before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Friday night I went out with some friends to a new club in downtown &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Grand Rapids&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I knew this was going to be an interesting night as it didn’t begin there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It actually begins about 5 hours earlier at my friend Holly’s apartment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I arrived at her place about &lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="19"&gt;7:30pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The plan was to hang out until about 930p and then head over to Applebee’s where her friend was bartending.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So at the appropriate time we made our way over to Applebee’s and had a few drinks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mind you we had already pre drunk at her place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She had a glass of Arbor Mist, her all time favorite, and I had a hard cider.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hard cider is an interesting beverage, think of it as a cross between apple cider and beer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Its brisk babe!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We hung out at the bar with her friend for a while when a friend of mine, AJ, arrived.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had spoken with him earlier and had decided to join us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So the three of us sat and talked until the bar closed, around 1145p, when we staggered for the door.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I must remember to thank Brandon the bartender.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t think I paid for a single drink.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He r0x0rz!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Since Holly and I were both pretty drunk at this point and AJ had decided to be the DD, bless him, &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Brandon&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; too Holly and I went with AJ.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We both left and headed for the club.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;AJ needed to stop back off at his apartment to get a pack of smokes so we were a few minutes late getting there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We got a table on the upper level of the club and Holly ordered us a round of shots.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I forgot what they were called, but they were blue, and tasty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shortly after that I went to get a gin and tonic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I needed something to clean out the sugar from my mouth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whatever that shot was it left a weird aftertaste.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After sitting back down and taking a few delicious sips Holly came over and leaned into my ear saying, “hey, the bar tender thinks you’re cute!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Embarrassed I looked over and watch as the bartender mixed another drink.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Holly whispered again in my ear, “Seriously Justin, the bartender wants your phone number.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At this point I was glowing bright red, even in the darkness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And that is just the beginning.  To be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-1840593980583010849?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/1840593980583010849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=1840593980583010849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/1840593980583010849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/1840593980583010849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-was-best-of-times.html' title='It Was The Best of Times'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-2547887344536817103</id><published>2007-09-27T01:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T01:54:23.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When It Rains It's Poor</title><content type='html'>Rain in the form of bad news tends to fall all at once it seems.  It wasn't more than a few hours ago I was sitting in the apartment of a good friend of mine, talking about his new entertainment center that he built from scratch (Cinder blocks and ply wood, Hey us college kids have to make due with what we have!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home i gave a friend of mine, Holly a call.  I was suppose to have called them back earlier in the evening but since i was busy i had not been able to do so.  She informed me that her and her boyfriend were having some relationship type issues and that things were not looking good.  After some light hearted words of encouragement she hung up with me to continue chatting with her boyfriend.  I hate when good relationships get rocky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon my return to my apartment i greeted my room mate and went to the fridge for a quick snack before bed.  I hopped on my laptop to check email and Facebook and took it into my roomie's room to irritate him while he played World of Warcraft.  He explained to me that after a long and tedious quest they had finally defeated the final boss.  However, when it came to splitting up the loot, one of the party members decided to take a piece of treasure without asking and promptly logged out.  Not a very nice thing to do, even if it was in just a game.  That sort of behavior reflects badly on the person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dealing with that little incident he tabbed out of WoW to check his email.  In his inbox was a letter from his boss.  You can't imagine what it contained and lets just say it wasn't good news.  He was informed, and on no certain terms that he was no longer employed.  From the tone of the letter, my room mate concluded that the company must be closing its doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long day.  I think we all deserve an extra drink this Friday.  Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-2547887344536817103?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/2547887344536817103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=2547887344536817103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/2547887344536817103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/2547887344536817103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-it-rains-its-poor.html' title='When It Rains It&apos;s Poor'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-1726732979932173360</id><published>2007-09-24T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T23:42:10.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cup Of Sugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was something out of a 1950s sitcom I swear it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Saturday afternoon I was tidying up around the apartment after Friday night’s little soirée.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All of a sudden I hear a knock at the door.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Intrigued I go to my door and open it to find a pair of very good looking girls standing there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Hi, Do you have a phone book we can barrow?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Happily I replied that indeed I had a phone book that they would barrow and went to the drawer to get it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They took the phone book smiled and left.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A few minutes later they returned and gave it back.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok, so what’s the big deal you ask?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shut up and let me continue.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This afternoon, while I was lying on the floor writing a paper on biological warfare in the ancient world, there was a knock at my door.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hopped up to answer it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was one of the same girls from the other day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She had a pink measuring cup in her had and a sheepish look on her face.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Can I barrow two cups of milk”, she said.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was almost too much.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How funny is that, the perfect cliché.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I of course was more than willing to share my dairy products with her and invited her in while I measure out the proper amount.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I asked what she needed it for as I was pouring.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“We are making dinner”, she said.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Oh, what are you making tonight”, I asked.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Hamburger helper”, she replied and began to turn red.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I said, “No, that just won’t due.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You and your room mate will have to come over for dinner sometime”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I handed her the milk, and she thanked me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Smiling and beat red she went back to her apartment.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hope they come over for dinner sometime.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They seemed nice enough.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My room mate I am sure would be very appreciative.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-1726732979932173360?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/1726732979932173360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=1726732979932173360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/1726732979932173360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/1726732979932173360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/09/cup-of-sugar.html' title='A Cup Of Sugar'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-6380291353963026580</id><published>2007-09-22T11:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T11:40:04.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaming While Intoxicated</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is nothing better for an IS student than to unwind after a busy week of learning how to manage the IT infrastructure of the worlds communications network than with a cold drink and the company of friends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For some, another joy comes from fragging those same friends in a video game.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;By themselves, each activity carries great amounts of stress relief.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, on the statistically improbably chance that these two activities coincide with one another, a new level of rapture can be experienced.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(For those to like to frag…)&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;/side_note&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is a personal feeling towards IS and CS individuals but I simply have trouble understanding how some people in my program simply refuse to accept that video games are fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you are an IS or CS student or in either fields of work, it is a foregone conclusion that you are more comfortable in front of your computer than in front of the karaoke mic,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;myself included.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I socialize to the extent society requires, however I also take great relish in blasting my friends in a good wholesome video game.”&lt;br /&gt;/end side_note&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Right, so yesterday evening was a convergence of those two favorite activities.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We discussed issues of importance and polished off a bottle of wine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes, wine and hard cider too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had females in the hizouse.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Spooky I know.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then commenced the main drinking game of the evening, Wii bowling.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Over the next several hours we played countless games of Wii bowling and boxing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, one of my guests was struck with a moment of pure genius.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And with credit card in one hand and a Wiimote in the other, points were added to my Nintendo account for the purchase of several console games.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Without a doubt the favorite game of the night was Super Mario Bros. 2.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instantly, we were all transported back to our earliest childhood gaming memories.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(That game is a lot harder than I remember.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But we were all pretty smashed by then too.)&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The moral of the story here is that friends don’t let friends spill their drinks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s alcohol abuse!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-6380291353963026580?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/6380291353963026580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=6380291353963026580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/6380291353963026580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/6380291353963026580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/09/gaming-while-intoxicated.html' title='Gaming While Intoxicated'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-836764574613189140</id><published>2007-09-19T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T10:32:25.849-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Metroids Are Coming</title><content type='html'>After renting Metroid Prime 3 all weekend long i decided that it was worth a purchase.  It is quite possibly one of the best games for the Wii so far.  Metroid is a perfect example of how the Wii can be used to make a killer FPS/action game.  There is no need for lock-on anymore! With the mobility of the wiimote, you can lock on to one target and shoot another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gameplay is seamless and the puzzles are unique and entertaining.  It is easily the best Metroid game yet if for no other reason than its controls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-836764574613189140?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/836764574613189140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=836764574613189140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/836764574613189140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/836764574613189140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/09/metroids-are-coming.html' title='The Metroids Are Coming'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-8363417861055197764</id><published>2007-09-15T10:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T10:52:34.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phazon Conundrum</title><content type='html'>Samus is at it again.  The space pirates are on the move and the galaxy is in peril.  Great asteroids filled with Phazon have smashed into several planets in the vicinity of the Galactic Federation fleet while engaging the Space Pirates in bloody battle.  Samus must eliminate the pirate threat, destroy the defenses surrounding the leviathans as they are called, and discover the real motives behind the Aurora Unit's actions.  Tricky...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-8363417861055197764?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/8363417861055197764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=8363417861055197764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/8363417861055197764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/8363417861055197764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/09/phazon-conundrum.html' title='The Phazon Conundrum'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-472048281141856165</id><published>2007-09-14T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T10:44:14.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetness</title><content type='html'>Today begins another weekend, and i have made plans.  I have made a new friend in my IS project management class who happens to love the Wii almost as much as I do.  So when i mentioned the fact that i had rented Metroid Prime 3 this morning in class he was, interested to say the least.  We made plans to meet up later today and I believe there will be much gaming and fun had.  Thankfully most of the homework issues have been taken care of and i will have ample time to indulge in a little fun.  Huzzah to all, and to all a good drink!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-472048281141856165?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/472048281141856165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=472048281141856165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/472048281141856165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/472048281141856165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/09/sweetness.html' title='Sweetness'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-1453029361950368503</id><published>2007-09-12T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T00:17:25.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be Zen Again</title><content type='html'>With all the changes that have been going on lately. and now that school is now officially under way I feel tension already starting to build.  The stress knots are already starting to form in my mind, keeping me unfocused on tasks and listless during class lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to alleviate the problem i sat down in the middle of my apartment yesterday and began to meditate.  It had been a long time since i have taken the time to clear my mind of nervous thoughts and worries.  It was exceptionally refreshing.  As my mind cleared, i began to feel energy around me as it moved slowly and calmly.  I began focusing my own energy into a ball between my hands in front of my as i sat cross legged in the middle of my apartment.  before i knew it i realized that i had already created a small energy ball.  Intrigued that it had taken so little time to form I began to move it about.  I dissipated it and reformed it and dissipated it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room mate came into the living room to ask me something, and as i came out of my meditation to answer him i realized that my hands had gotten rather warm.  I assume it was just because it was warm in the room, until i realized that it was actually quite cool as the sliding glass door to the balcony was open and cool air from outside was flowing into the apartment.  My hands were the only warm part of my body as i stood up and shuttered slightly as i closed the sliding glass door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to meditate some more.  It's a lot like i remembered, only more intense now.  Age does have its benefits after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-1453029361950368503?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/1453029361950368503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=1453029361950368503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/1453029361950368503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/1453029361950368503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/09/to-be-zen-again.html' title='To Be Zen Again'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-6544734617142485682</id><published>2007-09-10T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T21:53:51.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Company</title><content type='html'>It has been an official day with my new room mate and things seem to be going pretty well.  I have to admit, for all the things that room mates do to annoy you, he does very few of them.  He keeps the bathroom neat and makes sure the shower curtain is closed.  He is quiet and a little shy, things that i like to see in a room mate as it keeps the wild sexy parties to a minimum.  Not that sexy parties aren't welcome from time to time, I just have other semi important things to do, like homework and getting ready to graduate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A most pleasant surprise was this morning, when we got up for work (him) and school (me) he made enough coffee for both of us.  Little things like that are really important.  Common courtesies like that are far too lacking in the world and i really appreciated the effort (the coffee was good too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a chance to chat online with an old friend who has since moved to Arkansas.  She happened to move while i was in Florida working on my internship.  Fortunately, she is doing well in her new place and although she isn't making much right now at her job she was optimistic that things and and will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally i was able to get in a full workout today as well as a 45min swim.  My room make has expressed interest in increasing his fitness level and will accompany me the next time i workout.  He spends a lot of time playing World of Warcraft which doesn't help his situation, but on the other side it means that he will be able to entertain himself.  Overall i cannot complain.  This room mate is better than most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-6544734617142485682?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/6544734617142485682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=6544734617142485682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/6544734617142485682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/6544734617142485682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/09/company.html' title='Company'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-6672055437963891787</id><published>2007-09-09T20:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T20:56:53.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shinanigans</title><content type='html'>It was a hell of a weekend.  I could not have asked for better circumstances.  I acquired a copy of the statistics software we use in lab that we use to do our assignments and was industrious enough to complete all of my homework Thursday night.  So after my IS project management class ended i went to lab and made sure the outputs from my work were what the professor expected, printed out my assignments, and went home.  Score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with a friend of mine at the grocery store and after putting my perishables away in my fridge, went back to his place to play Halo 2 until 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday i invited my friend back to my place to play Wii.  We ended up getting lunch at a great little Italian place nearby that just opened.  Lunch was splendid.  On the way back to my apartment my brother called to let me know he was going to be stopping by.  Perfect timing as my friend had to leave for work.  My brother and i went to the pub to get a few drinks and catch up.  We hung out at the pub until he also had to take off back to his place where it was his turn to watch the baby while mom went to take care of some family business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a very busy weekend.  Another item of not is that i now have a room mate.  An old friend of mine from high school just got a job in the Grand Rapids area and needed a place to stay while he looks for his own place.  I was more than happy to offer my facilities to him as my apartment is nearly large enough for two people anyway.  Only one bedroom however.  And no, we are not sharing it.  I took the futon in the living room.  I have been sleeping there lately anyways.  Not sure why exactly, however it just seems easier for me to get to sleep.  I have been use to living with other people.  I had two room mates in Key West.  So the company will be appreciated.  But now i have to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-6672055437963891787?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/6672055437963891787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=6672055437963891787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/6672055437963891787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/6672055437963891787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/09/shinanigans.html' title='Shinanigans'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-451231535488127149</id><published>2007-09-07T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T16:13:04.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bandwidth Queen</title><content type='html'>Finally, after long last I got my own internet hook up yesterday.  Until then i had been... Borrowing it from my kind and generous neighbors.  I made sure to be curious and conscious that i was on someone else's network by limiting my activity to school work and email.  I did my best to resist the urge to crank up the bit torrent and hit the xxx sites.  Besides, you never know if they are logging it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new internet, which is though the same group i had before is as i expected, still awesome!  I support my local CLECs and independent ISPs (nuts to Comcast).  And I was rewarded with a fat 10mb pipe and a 1-1.5mb upload.  Bless those kind administrators.  It is always nice to see your torrents coming down in well, torrents!  TGIF!!! Holla!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-451231535488127149?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/451231535488127149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=451231535488127149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/451231535488127149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/451231535488127149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/09/bandwidth-queen.html' title='Bandwidth Queen'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-6578246166147490395</id><published>2007-09-01T03:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T04:02:44.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon Cycles</title><content type='html'>The moon as I am sure most realize exerts a noticeable force on the earth.  The moon being a full one quarter the total size of the earth itself is by far the largest orbiting satellite relative to its parent planet's size in the solar system. (The Discovery Channel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point here is that the moon affects the earth in a number of ways, the most commonly observed of these phenomenon are the tides.  As the moon orbits the earth every 24 hours it pulls the ocean's water toward it causing swells.  However, the moon can also have an affect on people.  It is my feeling that the moon can greatly affect the moods of people who are sensitive to its electromagnetic forces.  I have personally noticed that during a full moon i am far more restless and aggressive.  I am far more likely to try new things or take chances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, it was during a full moon when i met a very good friend of mine.  It was a whirlwind evening that ended with the two of us in bed.  Something that i would never do after just meeting someone for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time i see the moon i get a chill that goes down my spine, and the closer it gets to full the stronger the feeling gets.  The feeling is difficult to describe.  Think of it as a combination of a quiver and a shiver, with goose bumps and all.  It is a full physical reaction.  Thankfully it has always been a pleasant feeling and I always seem to feel a little less stressed and anxious after the feeling passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend for any of you who are lucky enough to catch a full or near full moon to take a moment to stop and look up, feel the moon light shine down on you, let it touch your skin and see if it doesn't make you shiver a bit.  Maybe it will help calm your mind and give you peace if only for a moment.  Praise be to the goddess of the moon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-6578246166147490395?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/6578246166147490395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=6578246166147490395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/6578246166147490395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/6578246166147490395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/09/moon-cycles.html' title='Moon Cycles'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-8964864558820713520</id><published>2007-08-29T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T21:40:13.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>I am finally done with the most grueling part of my school week, the dreaded Wednesday.  I have two classes from noon to 2pm.  Then, my last class, which is at the downtown campus (shorter drive, but it is my first class there) at 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that the bookstore had mislabeled the required book for my class and thus, I purchased the wrong one!  This however, worked in my favor as most of my classmates had similar trouble. When the professor asked who had the wrong book most of the class raised thier hands.  This led to the early dismissal of class so that we could get to the bookstore before it closed so that we could purchase the correct book (yay!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my classes are good.  My IS Project management class is ok, but the prof seems to take himself a little too seriously.  We don't have any homework in that class yet but I'm sure when it hits, we will wish for these days.  My History of warfare prof fancies himself an English teacher as well.  "Two classes for the price of one", he said, thinking that we should be happy.  However, we knew the truth.  Twice the class means twice the work.  We were not overly pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Statistics class is awesome.  We will be spending more time in the computer lab working than I spent in my programming classes!  The work is easy to manageable, and with the prof's charm and wit classes end quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i need to get back to reading the first 48 pages of, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A History of Warfare&lt;/span&gt;, by John Keegan.  He is suppose to be an authority in this area.  It should be an interesting read.  Nice binding though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-8964864558820713520?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/8964864558820713520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=8964864558820713520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/8964864558820713520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/8964864558820713520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/08/busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-8710625121794921828</id><published>2007-08-27T23:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T12:01:46.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>And another semester begins, albeit a little more bumpy this time.  The Ministry is undergoing an expansion phase.  No coincidence that we students have had to endure a steady rise in tuition costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, the construction on campus in conjunction with the thousands if not millions of little freshmen scurrying around has made for a marginally more hectic first day of school.  I know i should be more understanding.  It wasn't that long ago when I myself was a freshmen.  Whatever, those little bastards are always getting in my way.  I really need to invest in a freshmen plow for my car.  I swear don't they have to go through driver's training?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly my classes are excellent so far.  My IS project management class will have us giving presentations (damn, as if i haven't done enough of those) and learning how to convince business executives to spend lots of money on our toys.  Then, I have my statistics class.  I really wasn't looking forward to this class as I have come to the conclusion that math was just something that my mind cannot grasp (thank you core math!).  However, this teacher is actually quite entertaining.  His background is in survival statistics and it took him seventeen years to get his doctorate.  It could be the future me!  Suffice to say i won't be dropping this class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, still no new friends.  I was told that i must try to at least make one new friend this semester.  Clearly they didn't understand the nature of my degree.  Oh, you spend how many hours a day on a computer?  Then clearly you have no time for social activities like going to the bar, movies, or parties.  Bastards...  I swear I'm willing to leave my computer alone for a few hrs.... I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-8710625121794921828?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/8710625121794921828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=8710625121794921828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/8710625121794921828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/8710625121794921828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-5173991625340475051</id><published>2007-08-27T10:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T10:21:23.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yin and Yang</title><content type='html'>After coming back to my apartment last night i was invited out to the bar by a friend.  It was like a toast to the end of the summer and to the start of yet another school year.  I didn't drink, since I had already consumed my fill of alcohol earlier in the day.  However, seeing some old friends and being back in a familiar setting was nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be an interesting semester though.  I will be finishing all courses deemed necessary by the school... I mean ministry for graduation, I think.  If i have one piece of advice for those just starting their college career it would be, find a school you really like and stay there.  Take only the required courses and try not to substitute.  This makes for an extremely boring education, however, it may be preferable to spending the better part of your twenties going to school like I did/am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-5173991625340475051?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/5173991625340475051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=5173991625340475051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/5173991625340475051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/5173991625340475051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/08/yin-and-yang.html' title='Yin and Yang'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-3550427335368117900</id><published>2007-08-24T12:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T12:56:54.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowledge is Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wednesday a friend and I went to the university bookstore to purchase our books for this semester.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The university has implemented a new system where if you present a picture ID and your student number you can charge your books directly to your financial aid account.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is really nice as you don’t have to worry about having money on hand to get books and then getting a financial aid check a week after classes start.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Unfortunately, this streamlined process has not diminished the astronomical cost of books.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Being a student of Information Systems makes it especially painful as 90 percent of our books are brand new, and will never be able to sell back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is because the instant the book is printed, it is obsolete.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And since no one wants an out-of-date computer book, they are bought back for only a fraction of the price.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the other hand, my friend, who is going into elementary education was able to purchase all of her books for all of her classes for less than the cost of my IS project management book.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When all was said and done my books cost roughly twice as much as hers did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What a rip!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-3550427335368117900?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/3550427335368117900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=3550427335368117900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/3550427335368117900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/3550427335368117900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/08/knowledge-is-power.html' title='Knowledge is Power'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-7780487831012108236</id><published>2007-08-21T10:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T11:14:36.352-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Friends</title><content type='html'>I spent the night Sunday at my friend's house so that we could be ready at eight o'clock to go get the Uhaul truck.  She moved to a new one room apartment because the room mates she had before in her three bedroom apartment were all moving on to other things.  One found Jesus and left for Arkansas and the other is moving back in with her parents.  This left my friend the task of finding a new place to live for the coming school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We awoke to light rain.  Not the best weather for moving, but we were determined to make it happen.  We got the Uhaul and started loading it up.  We were almost done loading the truck when i overhead a conversation between the apartment manager and my friend.  It turns out that because of some ominous smells in the apartment they had decided to replace all of the carpeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news we thought, until we found out that they wouldn't be starting until 2:30pm.  It was now 9:45am.  So, we continued to pack the truck up and then proceeded to pack up my SUV.   (On loan from the mother unit, bless her!) Then the waiting began.  We waited, and waited, and waited... and waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to get all her stuff moved in only two trips with the Uhaul and with the help of another of her friends by 9:45pm.  She has nice new carpet tho.  Score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today i am kinda tired.  I went for a swim at the pool in my apartment.  Something i have been looking forward to since i left for my internship in April.  The pool has been renovated and it looks great.  Not a bad swim either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its still chilly out.  But of course its always cool to me after being in Florida for the summer.  But at least the rain has stopped.  I won't complain about it at all though.  Oh yes there isn't any sun out, but the trees and grass are emerald green and lush.  The air smells clean and fresh, like the way your dryer sheets are suppose to make your cloths smell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-7780487831012108236?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/7780487831012108236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=7780487831012108236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/7780487831012108236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/7780487831012108236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/08/moving-friends.html' title='Moving Friends'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-3500553869944827356</id><published>2007-08-17T11:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:06:03.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Brief</title><content type='html'>So much going on and no time to post.  I know both of my readers are upset that i have not blogged in a while.  I am very sorry!  With getting back to Michigan and traveling to see friends and family it has been CrAzY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that most of the school stuff has been taken care of i feel a little better.  Classes have been selected and tuition has been paid, curtisy of our federal government!  I love you guys! (pound the rock!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to set up some communication lines to my friends in Key West.  I miss them a lot but few have been around to talk.  I will chalk it up to Tropical Storm Dean who is moving their way and will most likely become a hurricane soon.  Curse my bad timing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-3500553869944827356?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/3500553869944827356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=3500553869944827356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/3500553869944827356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/3500553869944827356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/08/super-brief.html' title='Super Brief'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-7940094425148137841</id><published>2007-08-09T10:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T10:15:34.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain</title><content type='html'>I am back in Michigan and this morning i am welcomed by one of my favorite meteorological events, a rain storm.  It has been months since i have seen it rain like this.  It feels so refreshing to watch the rain coming down from the sky hour after hour.  I am home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-7940094425148137841?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/7940094425148137841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=7940094425148137841' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/7940094425148137841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/7940094425148137841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/08/rain-rain.html' title='Rain Rain'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-5185057330344392382</id><published>2007-08-05T14:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T11:50:25.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Member of The Family</title><content type='html'>This morning at approximately 1:30am my good friends, Hesaid and Shesaid brought into the world, Babysaid.  He came into this world kicking and screaming just like his daddy.  Congratulations are in order to them both.  I can't get wait to see the little devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also i need to give a shout out to my home girl in TC who is having an awesome birthday party! Holla!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-5185057330344392382?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/5185057330344392382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=5185057330344392382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/5185057330344392382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/5185057330344392382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-member-of-family.html' title='A New Member of The Family'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-4143814739548243121</id><published>2007-08-04T10:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T10:20:47.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Hurrah</title><content type='html'>It is my last weekend in Key west.  I will be going out to say goodbyes and to wish everyone well.  The three months in Florida has been wild.  However, I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.  The trip home will be a stir up a lot of feelings.  But it isn't the end as i have a return ticket.  This means that they still have a hook in me, and thats ok.  I kind of like to know that they still have a strong enough desire to see me return when they need me the most and are willing to pay me what i am worth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shipped my computer back to Michigan yesterday so i will not have ready access to the internet for the next few days.  So my ability to post and read comments may be impaired.  Although, my flight will put me next to my friends who have ample internet connectivity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thought for now; last night a dear friend of mine hearing of my imminent departure has offered to give me the ride to Fort Lauderdale for my flight if he has the day off.  There are still good people in the world.  I am pleased to have found another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-4143814739548243121?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/4143814739548243121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=4143814739548243121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/4143814739548243121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/4143814739548243121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-hurrah.html' title='Last Hurrah'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-3106947580418580142</id><published>2007-08-03T00:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T00:09:00.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone to The Movies</title><content type='html'>Just got back from watching the Simpson's Movie with some friends.  It was decent.  I liked it, there were some funny parts, but it wasn't anything profound.  It was a spur of the moment thing.  My room mates came home from being out at happy hour, or where ever they were.  They asked if i wanted to go, and at first i refused.  I kind of felt a little off.  However, they insisted saying that they needed a forth person to make the group complete.  Our neighbor came along as well.  And that, is how i saw the Simpson's movie.  Random, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-3106947580418580142?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/3106947580418580142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=3106947580418580142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/3106947580418580142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/3106947580418580142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/08/gone-to-movies.html' title='Gone to The Movies'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-1983494775694853388</id><published>2007-07-31T18:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T18:48:05.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Terrible Thing to Waste</title><content type='html'>I realized something the other day.  I have stopped having dreams.  Up until just a few days ago every night when i went to bed i would have wild and prolific dreams.  Many of the dreams were disturbing, some were passionate, and a few were so profound that i still remember them clearly now as tho it had just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that some might say that i simply got whatever it was, out of my system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am curious to wonder what had prompted this rather extreme activity in my subconscious over the past few months; only to have it completely cease unexpectedly.  I find myself missing the nightly adventures terribly.  I wake in the morning now feeling tired and soar, as if i never went to bed in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-1983494775694853388?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/1983494775694853388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=1983494775694853388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/1983494775694853388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/1983494775694853388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/07/terrible-thing-to-waste.html' title='A Terrible Thing to Waste'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-585762862638906596</id><published>2007-07-30T13:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T13:47:10.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All Quiet on The Western Front</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The weekend was quiet and uneventful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Good, because I really wasn’t feeling up to going to the club.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Getting crammed into a smelly sweaty room with loud music just did not sound like too much fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I did the next best thing.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothing!&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t do anything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I laid around the house watching TV and playing video games.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I took my Vampire thief to the pale pass and fought the undead Akaviri soldiers guarding the Draconian Madstone.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Using my mastery of sneak and expert aim with my bow I fired round after round cutting their brittle bones apart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They never knew what hit them.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I returned to the Countess of Bruma with the madstone in hand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After a hearty thanks and hefty reward I bade farewell to the court and made my way back to my home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dawn was approaching and I needed to find shelter.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The rest of the weekend was spent cleaning and organizing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I vacuumed the floors and scrubbed the bathroom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I dusted and washed the windows and mirrors.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I burnt some incesnse and lit some candles to help purify the air of bad energy that had collected.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This being the optional step in the cleaning process as most people don’t sense it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, it drives me crazy and is essential for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You could say was physical and spiritual cleansing this weekend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-585762862638906596?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/585762862638906596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=585762862638906596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/585762862638906596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/585762862638906596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-is-quiet-on-western-front.html' title='All Quiet on The Western Front'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-5759433579489543613</id><published>2007-07-27T10:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T11:01:13.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't Technology Grand</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After reading a rather provocative &lt;a href="http://ask.slashdot.org/article.pl?sid=07/07/26/1420211"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; on slash dot about how technically backward the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; wireless phone system has fallen far behind Asian and European wireless providers I started thinking, am I getting what I pay for?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While the average American pays somewhere between $50-100 in monthly charges for basic telephone service; in Japan you can get a wireless plan that includes a full range of multi-media, and oh yeah you can make calls too for around $40 a month.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The article got me to thinking about what I use my phone for.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sure it makes calls and sends text messages.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Until recently I only used it for phone calls, like most people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However after working all summer at my internship I have come to rely heavily on text messaging as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The more I think about it, the more I wished that my phone would do more for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I start to wonder, “Man wouldn’t it be nice to have an iPhone”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But that is just excessive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I cannot and will not spend $600 on a phone no matter now deliciously pretty and feature full.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But what is so astounding is that kids in Europe and Asia have been using phones with web surfing and email for years, and the real kicker is that they pay a fraction for all that functionality than what Americans pay for basic service!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is simply no competition in the wireless phone industry in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; to push innovation and expansion of the mobile network. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, I started hunting for a new provider.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My current provider, Sprint, works well enough, but I am a geek and by nature when I see new emerging technology I must investigate, sometimes even at personnel risk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A friend of mine told me that he is switching his service over to Helio.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They supposedly offer phones and services that allow you to email, text, surf, blog, and chat, as well as make calls all from your phone and what is best, they are all unlimited.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Accept for call minutes, all other multi-media usage is unlimited!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Neat!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My friend should be getting his new phone either this week or next so I am anxious to see what it is like.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you are interested in checking them out take a look at their website &lt;a href="http://www.helio.com/"&gt;www.helio.com&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-5759433579489543613?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/5759433579489543613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=5759433579489543613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/5759433579489543613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/5759433579489543613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/07/aint-technology-grand.html' title='Ain&apos;t Technology Grand'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-4519011700418756855</id><published>2007-07-26T12:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T12:27:24.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Weeks And Counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s always something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am trying to register for classes and the one class that is left standing in my way of graduation is full.  Statistics, I hate statistics!  I was never good at math and i blame the Michigan State University Core math program!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am a reasonably intelligent person and my chosen career field it is very useful to have an analytical mind.  Those same traits i would expect to help me in math.  Apparently not.  However, all of this stewing and brooding is pointless since all sections of the class are full at the moment.  I fully intend to contact the professors to explain my situation and see if they would be willing to overload one of their sections to allow me to enroll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I still need to talk to the university about my financial aid status and to finish my student loan applications.  So i have plenty to do in the meanwhile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Two weeks left.  I am only two weeks from my departure from Key West back to the Midwest.  I didn't realize this until last night when i was asked when i was leaving.  It came as a bit of shock that the date was creeping up so fast.  Creeping, I suppose, is an inappropriate word to use; more like racing up on me.  thats it, no more coffee for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-4519011700418756855?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/4519011700418756855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=4519011700418756855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/4519011700418756855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/4519011700418756855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/07/two-weeks-and-counting.html' title='Two Weeks And Counting'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-451259575843545589</id><published>2007-07-25T09:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T10:25:32.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Short of Time</title><content type='html'>Decisions are easy to make.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Following through, now that’s the hard part.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think now I truly understand Thomas Edison’s famous statement that invention is 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Following my decision to come back to MI for one last semester I have been working feverishly to get things in order for my return.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I resigned my lease, began signing up for classes (a trauma of its own), and started looking for good deals on books.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then, I realized that I need to write my experience report on my experiences during the internship.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is due Friday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I had to switch gears and begin writing that yesterday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At this point I am a little over 1/3 complete with the report.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At first it seemed really easy and straight forward, but the more a worked on it the more I realized that I had so much to say in response to each question that it is turning into a thesis paper on working for my company.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am still happy with my decision to come back home, and I am excited to be doing so.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t wait to see my old friends again, and to come home to my apartment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are so many things I want to do before school starts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to swim in the Bays, have a beach fire, go to the bar, visit with friends, and of course play with my kitty!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I miss her so much!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Time to get back to work, there is so much to do and so little time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;p.s.—I would really like to go ghost hunting again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I haven’t done that in a long time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A good scare is good for the heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-451259575843545589?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/451259575843545589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=451259575843545589' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/451259575843545589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/451259575843545589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/07/short-of-time.html' title='Short of Time'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-6336190478471037213</id><published>2007-07-20T18:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T18:50:29.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The  Game Plan</title><content type='html'>Here is the plan as it stands.  I will be flying into Detroit on August 9th at some point.  I will spend a few days with my friends there and then move on to Lansing to visit with the Father unit and brother.  Then i will  get a vehicle and continue my journey to Grand Rapids where i will offload most of my stuff back at my apartment.  finally, i will make the final leg of my trip back up to Traverse City.  I expect to be in TC by that Saturday.   Excited yet? Ya know i am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-6336190478471037213?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/6336190478471037213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=6336190478471037213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/6336190478471037213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/6336190478471037213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/07/game-plan.html' title='The  Game Plan'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-7346436591178200799</id><published>2007-07-20T11:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T15:03:12.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Engage!</title><content type='html'>Now that the big decision has been made, its time to take care of business, so to speak.  Since the Tuesday meeting where i decided that I will come home to take another semester of classes I have been extremely busy.  I resigned the lease on my apartment late Wednesday afternoon;  locking myself into another six month contract with my complex.  I don't really mind, honestly.  They are good people, and it is really a nice place to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent numerous emails to my adviser and to my coordinator asking for information about my current standing as well as help deciding which classes were still available to sign up for.  Getting my class schedule is proving to be a real pain because Grand Valley just switched over to the Banner system this summer and they are still working out the bugs.  I have been locked out of all business classes because of my major.  Yeah, the system isn't perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also applying for student loans and other financial aid.  Thankfully, most banks recognize the value in investing in education so this should actually be an easy task.  Paying them all back afterwards, thats going to be hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF.  I need a drink.  I have not been this busy since exam week in April.  However, its good to have direction again.  I feel productive.  Life is still good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-7346436591178200799?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/7346436591178200799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=7346436591178200799' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/7346436591178200799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/7346436591178200799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/07/engage.html' title='Engage!'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-6698092175793598687</id><published>2007-07-18T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T23:26:15.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poker Night</title><content type='html'>Since i came to Key West I have been lucky enough to find a few friends that i have grown fairly close to.  After two months of clubbing and hitting the bars at least two to three times a week i was already getting tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy the club scene still, but in moderation.  I know some of you club goers disagree but for me it is something that i can only do once in a while.  Being in such close proximity to so many horny people and mixed with alcohol is a recipe for an anxiety attack for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to the good news!  Tonight was poker night.  Once a week some of us get together and have a friendly game of poker.  Nothing too fancy or competitive, we only play with quarters so a typical evening of fun can be had for about five dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was my night.  Our table was smaller than normal, only five of us for the majority of the evening but i was able to someone bluff my way from the $5.75 at the beginning of the evening to a fortune of well over $25-30 by the end of the night.  It was so bad i literally starting throwing hands.  I was dealt three of a kind on the first hand and i literally folded.  Tonight was my night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was also the night that i told one of my good friends that i will be leaving Key West in a month; heading back to school to get another semester out of the way while the company where i have been working gears up for the launch of its new division.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was especially sad since this was the first of my new friends i have met here.  It set a somber tone for them for the rest of the evening.  I promised to keep in touch as best i can while i was gone.  Since i will be back in December.  Everyone knows that when someone you care for leaves it is always a little painful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will greatly miss all the friends that i have made down here.  I will not say their names to protect them but if any of them stumble upon this post i was you to know that you are dear to me.  It is hard to find such good friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-6698092175793598687?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/6698092175793598687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=6698092175793598687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/6698092175793598687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/6698092175793598687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/07/poker-night.html' title='Poker Night'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-6819909490050270890</id><published>2007-07-18T15:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T23:32:00.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There And Back Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After a lengthy discussion with my boss yesterday afternoon, we have come to a mutual agreement that at this point it is not in my best interest to stay on full time for his company.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is both a huge relief for me as I now have some direction for the first time all summer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not knowing if I was coming or going made it difficult to make other decisions about long term plans.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is also a great disappointment seeing as how I am just starting to get comfortable with the area and starting to get into a good routine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, c’est la vive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The good news is that I have a job with this company, they just have nothing for me to do at this instant.  With the launch of their new division delayed due to vendor issues their plans have been put on hold for the time being.  However, i have been assured that by December the position will be required and at a much higher pay scale than could be offered now.  This means that i can go to work for them now and make less than if i were to come back in December.  So i will bide my time and get another semester of school under my belt and then see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;One last thought.  What do you do when a friend is so upset about something that they have buried the problem deep within themselves and as it festers within their psyche, making them so unhappy yet will not admit to it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-6819909490050270890?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/6819909490050270890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=6819909490050270890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/6819909490050270890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/6819909490050270890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/07/there-and-back-again.html' title='There And Back Again'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-1452962223611121101</id><published>2007-07-17T09:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T13:24:30.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Conscious Unconsciousness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have been having the strangest dreams lately.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are so vivid and profound that I can still remember most of them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember waking up from one dream convinced it was Saturday when in fact it was only Friday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know, big difference, but still it was very unsettling.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had never had a premonition type dream before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I reflected back on it now, days later, it still gives me a shiver.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It wasn’t necessarily a bad dream, however, it left me with a strange feeling that I still cannot describe.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another dream I had just the other day involved a new friend that I had just met about a month and a half ago.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have been out on a few dates, and one thing lead to another and well, you get the picture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However lately we have not seen each other very much at all and I have really started to miss this person.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyways, back to the dream, sigh.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This one was even more potent than my future dream.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I dreamed that we were in a truck and were driving somewhere.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were talking about relationships and such and how we felt about each other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was about this time that the truck came to a stop in front of a subdivision, apparently where I was going.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I got out of the car they told me that it would not work and that we shouldn’t see one another anymore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was completely devastated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could feel my eyes welling up with tears as I ran from the truck which I noticed had a logo of some company printed on it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It reminded me of a construction or grounds keeping company.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is also strange as the person whom I was with is actually a very intelligent customer service manager for a local hotel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I ran into what I recognized was a partial recreation of my old apartment in Grand Rapids as well as parts of a friends apartment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Strange, that I would see such images of both apartments together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can only assume it was meant to represent a safe place as I loved both my apartment and my friend’s apartment when I lived up there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I collapsed onto the floor by the couch in the living room and began to cry wondering first how I got myself into this mess and second, how dare they not find me attractive enough to pursue a relationship with.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a selfish thing to think but I didn’t care, I was writhing in agony.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suddenly I realized I wasn’t alone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;An old friend kneeled down beside me and gave me a hug and told me it would be ok.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She spoke to me in a calm soothing tone that seemed to help pull me together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember thinking that I am so lucky to have good friends.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I woke up at that point with tears running down my face and soaking into my pillow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have not had a dream that shocking or vivid in a very long time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was stunned that it was so emotionally charged that it carried over into the waking world. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lying in bed for several minutes, I was stunned by what had just happened.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think it was soon after this experience that I realized that I was doing too much, too quickly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am in the process of completely changing my life. I am transitioning from a purely school and academic environment to real life career and its scary.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am making new friends and exploring relationships far more quickly than I had in the past and all of these things coming together at once are really taking a toll on my psyche.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My dreams must be telling me something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are so vivid and memorable possibly because I am dealing with so much in real life that that my subconscious is trying to tell me that enough is enough and to take it easy for a while and let the rest of my mind catch up with my body.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you guys are interested in hearing more about my dreams let me know, there have been a number of them that I might be persuaded to share for your analysis.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe getting some perspective on these dreams will help me make sense of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-1452962223611121101?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/1452962223611121101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=1452962223611121101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/1452962223611121101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/1452962223611121101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/07/conscious-unconscious.html' title='Conscious Unconsciousness'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-6393763004705750424</id><published>2007-07-13T10:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T12:49:26.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sign</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are decisions that need to be made at this point.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I need to know what my future in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Key West&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; will be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, until I have certainty of that future I have no choice but to continue on the path of least risk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am aware that life is a risk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, when it comes to major life decisions I prefer to mitigate risk as much as possible in order to find the best possible solution.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will not accept only but the smallest risk of failure possible to achieve my goal.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some may think that this sounds like a terribly boring way to live ones life, but I must disagree.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have been known to take plenty of risks in my day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I took a risk moving to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Dearborn&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and living with friends while I worked as a contractor at Ford.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The risk was acceptable and I felt that the experience I gained was invaluable.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What I will not accept is a promise of success that is based on a possibility.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It would be like building a foundation on clay.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As of today I will be signing up for classes and preparing my financial aid forms.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will need to spend a few hours getting my tax information printed out and sent in to student services.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After I take care of my aid for next year I will need to spend some time with my advisor talking about which classes I can still get into.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-6393763004705750424?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/6393763004705750424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=6393763004705750424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/6393763004705750424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/6393763004705750424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/07/sign.html' title='The Sign'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-7503709908861892984</id><published>2007-07-13T00:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T09:22:35.414-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambiguously Boolean</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Time is starting to slip away from me.  The internship is already two thirds over, I am amazed how fast time has started to move.  The days are starting to blend together into weeks.  Over two months have passed since i arrived on the island.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;At first i remember the days were very long.  They were not boring by any means, but they seemed to be much more distinct.  I remember my first day of work.  I walked in and went to my desk, sat down, and thought to myself, “ok, what now?”.  I remember opening in my journal for the first time and starting to write down things that i should look at, ways to organize and procedures to which I should start to follow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Looking back on the past few months i realize just how much i have experienced in such a short period of time.  I've spent years acquiring the cold facts and theories that make up the structure of IT in college; like a hard line drawn in a sketch.  Yet, what i am beginning to understand now is the “art” of putting this practical knowledge to use in a creative way to solve a problem.  To fallow the analogy, it would be taking the hard lines of a sketch and using your thumb to blur the lines to form shadow and give depth and substance to an image.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I have a new goal, to be an artist, and my medium will be technology.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The path is still unclear, however.  At what point is it, that the academic give way to the practical?  I wonder if I have the foundation with which to build a successful career.  And if not, will i have the patience to continue in academia and complete my schooling.  Will it matter?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-7503709908861892984?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/7503709908861892984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=7503709908861892984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/7503709908861892984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/7503709908861892984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/07/ambiguously-boolean.html' title='Ambiguously Boolean'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-4224106924626111038</id><published>2007-07-11T22:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T22:24:52.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mixer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;After work today I attended a mixer, basically a mixer is a fancy word for a party that usually occurs shortly after business hours where professionals and business owners get together to network, schmooze, gossip, wheel, and of course deal.  It is an excellent way for new businesses and owners to get their name out into the community and to drum up new clients.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Today, thank god, the mixer was held at a bar just off Truman called Inkahoots.  My boss usually doesn't like to go to these sorts of events because most of the business owners are clients of our company and they always have questions or want something changed and it ends up turning into a big pain in the ass, as my boss put it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The turnout was surprisingly good, probably because the bar was air conditioned.  Thats important this time of year.  Its hot, damn hot!  And with little to no wind and an above average humidity.  You can bet i wasn't sure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;At the end of the mixer there was a raffle.  They raffled off dinners from local restaurants and merchandise from some of the local clubs and some gift certificates.  The one that I really wanted to win was the 50/50.  But alas luck was not on my side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I had invited a friend of mine to come with me this evening so that i would have someone to talk to.  I have a bit of a problem with large groups of people.  They make me nervous.  So if i can have just one person there that i am comfortable with then it makes the entire process easier.  But unfortunately, before i could respond to his text my phone battery ran out.  My charger was back at the apartment and the mixer started right after work.  Hopefully he wasn't really interested in coming anyways.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-4224106924626111038?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/4224106924626111038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=4224106924626111038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/4224106924626111038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/4224106924626111038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/07/mixer.html' title='The Mixer'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-7332597315215493738</id><published>2007-07-10T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T10:30:18.572-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent But Deadly</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last night after hours, my friend and I set to work reconfiguring our office network.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Its IP scheme had to be changed to a non standard private IP range in order to make it easier to integrate our backup internet connection as well as to make it easier to connect our remote offices via VPN.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After setting the new IP and DHCP range in the router we went to all of the servers and static resources and manually set their new IPs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My concern was that there would be a problem with the printers, as all of the desktop machines would have to be updated to reflect the new print server IPs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thankfully it was only a minor fix and once I had the routine down the update on each desktop went quickly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All in all in less than two hours the job was done and I sat back to watch the router blink happily in its new configuration.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As of this morning there have been no fires due to our work on the network the previous evening.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This to me is the most gratifying part of my work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The users only know that their email and internet work and have no idea that the network had undergone a major reconfiguration and upgrade.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ninja!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-7332597315215493738?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/7332597315215493738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=7332597315215493738' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/7332597315215493738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/7332597315215493738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/07/silent-but-deadly.html' title='Silent But Deadly'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-8054277133516067038</id><published>2007-07-09T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T17:19:31.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Worry Not, young One</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This weekend I was finally able to work up the nerve to open my grades from last semester.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With so much trauma going on right now I was not about to add to my problems with bad grades.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My mother was actually the one who threatened me with bodily harm if I didn’t open them up and tell her that instant just how brilliant her baby boy was.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mom’s a great aren’t they?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And for an instant, I felt like her baby boy again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But then I realized that I had to pay rent and I had a meeting to attend Monday morning first thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Damn!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I got my grades in the mail from the university almost a month ago.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I saw it sitting on the table of my apartment with the little yellow foreword sticker from the post office all I could think about was the dread of seeing my grades.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fortunately my grades were not nearly as bad as my sick self-pitying mind made me think.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was stupid to think otherwise, I love what I do and I love my field of study.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have a passion for IT the way Mac folks feel about Apple.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyone who doesn’t care about their grades is a prick who either always gets all A’s or has their education paid for.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Both of these types of individuals irritate me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not because I feel inferior to the people who get strait A’s, well maybe a little, and not that I am jealous of those who have rich parents, although I suppose it would be nice to be a trust fund baby.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But it’s mainly that I see going to university as a lesson in life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People who don’t take it seriously usually end up hating whatever job they end up getting and just making the rest of us miserable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-8054277133516067038?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/8054277133516067038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=8054277133516067038' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/8054277133516067038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/8054277133516067038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/07/worry-not-young-one.html' title='Worry Not, young One'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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-5730315166147459701.post-1659257127378364869</id><published>2007-07-06T11:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T12:26:38.408-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Concerning Hobbits</title><content type='html'>Hobbits, or in this case me, has been attending school at the Ministry of Moral Order (MMO)  also known as Grand Valley State University, in my home state of Michigan for what would seem like many thousands of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My course of study is in the dark art of Information Technology.  Those who choose to study under the banner of the great Paul Leidig, dean of our school, spend countless hours in class learning the subtitle techniques required to bend the minds of the executives to our will so that we will receive more than our fare share of funding for the coming fiscal year.  Likewise it is our duty to Sheppard and mobilize the &lt;span class="ResultBody"&gt;legions &lt;/span&gt;of developers under our command to wage holy war against the ever creeping scope of the project.  And in the immortal words of the great Professor of Database Administration, Dr. George Nezlek, "The Data Are!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearing the end of my tenure at school, I was tasked with a quest.  The quarter beloved, half despised, and the rest confused journey into the sunset.  You know of what i speak, those of you who attend university at this very moment.  Yes, I mean the one thing that could make or break your love for your chosen field of study.  The Internship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As luck would have it, my best friend from high school had found steady employment at a security company down in Key West, Florida.  To my delight it was no more than a year ago this month that he informed me that his company was looking for someone of my schooling to come to work for them.  Score, i thought to myself! With little to no work i had snagged a sweet internship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The months went by and i came down for an "interview" in December for six days to meet the employees and to check out the town.  Key West for those who are unfamiliar is a small island no larger than a few square miles at the end of the Florida Keys.  It is roughly ninety miles from Cuba and 130 some odd miles to Miami, yeah i thought that it was funny too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "interview" was painless and sounded more like a job interview rather than an interview for an interns position.  And soon i was back on the plane and headed back to the mid-west.  The days continued to fly by as winter gave way to spring and the semester came to a close.  With my finals complete i packed up my car and prepared for the adventure before my adventure.  You see, I decided to drive the 1800+ miles to Key west in my 1993 Dodge Intrepid.  That was probably my first mistake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-1659257127378364869?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/1659257127378364869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=1659257127378364869' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/1659257127378364869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/1659257127378364869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/07/concerning-hobbits.html' title='Concerning Hobbits'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5730315166147459701.post-6765057117407495823</id><published>2007-07-06T11:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T11:32:50.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 0</title><content type='html'>This is the first post of the first blog.  There will always be something to say, because life is always in a state of ambiguity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5730315166147459701-6765057117407495823?l=ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/feeds/6765057117407495823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5730315166147459701&amp;postID=6765057117407495823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/6765057117407495823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5730315166147459701/posts/default/6765057117407495823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambiguouslyboolean.blogspot.com/2007/07/post-0.html' title='Post 0'/><author><name>Wardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12105431022769546621</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>
