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Archive for February, 2006

V-Day is D-Day

Well, that’s another successful Valentine’s Day come and gone.
I tell you kids, cooking a little fettucini alfredo will get you far. And getting pretty flowers, of course.

NetBSD

I decided I’d try out NetBSD today. I’d heard it was very cleanly designed and ran on everything, so I figured it would be fun. I realize now that I’ve become spoiled, even for a Gentoo user.
It doesn’t have the polish of even something as do-it-yourself as Gentoo, but it was a very fast install.
Right after the install, though, I gave up even caring, sadly. As soon as I found myself back at the command prompt, I realized that sh doesn’t have the wonderful ‘bash completion’ I’ve come to depend on. I just gave up. I’ve never had so much apathy about computers. Maybe I’ll try OpenBSD tomorrow….

I was wrong about house shopping. It is rather interesting, actually. And a bit creepy. You have to wonder what the hell people were thinking sometimes. Seriously. We saw one house where the folks had tried their hand at tiling. It wasn’t pretty. There was as much grout as there was tile. It was a really beautiful pattern, though. Too bad I had to duck to get through half the house.
Then we found a foreclosed house. Those places just always seem to be full of bad spirits. But what deals! I could not buy one without knowing the history, though. I can’t stand not knowing why they couldn’t stay.
-JKS

Norwegian Wood

We’ve still got all the junk we bought from the Norwegian guy in our living room. I seem to have no desire to play with any of it yet. Maybe I’m getting apathetic about computers again.

I played a super tough game of volleyball today. It’s really the one sport where I find myself being far too aggressive (or aggressive at all, really). I play with two girls who aren’t even should height to me, and I find myself running over them because they aren’t in my peripheral vision. I’m getting better, though. It’s hard to learn to trust your teammates to put the ball where they should. Breaking myself of the ‘follow the ball around’ habit has been hard, but I know I’m a much better player now than I was even in college. Hell, I’ll even try spiking now and again (and not fuck it up). I love this game. Now if I could just get that wicked underhand spin thing perfected…