It occurs to me that I forgot to mention that I finally defended a three weeks ago. Still have a week of corrections left. Thanks everyone who helped get me drunk afterwards. Unfortunately, cell phones and beer don't mix, so if I used to know your phone number, I no longer do. If you want me to call you at some point in the future, you should send me your number again:)
When I was an impressionable freshman, someone's office door on Wean 4 had this awesome poster parodying (then) popular movie posters with bad computing puns in the way only a Scandinavian computer scientist could. I can't believe I didn't think to look for it until now.
Though there's still that ton of work and actually writing the bloody thesis anyway. The plan is to walk in May 2009, which for those keeping score, would be 7 years of grad school or 10.5 after taking the first required course. CS proposals are public and one of the ex Mach guys I was working with in 1999 stopped by, which was just "holy crap that was a long time ago."
The good : The motorcycle no longer has a top speed of 35mph. Though the only thing wrong with it that I fixed shouldn't have been able to cause that problem.
The bad : The answer to "why do I have a bloody glove?" is "because you ripped off part of your thumbnail." At least it didn't hurt. Until the alcohol. Ow.
The ehh : The lyrics to the title song for the new James Bond are not on the Internet, nor is it on the soundtrack CD !?
I now have a fully functional motorcycle. Though I only managed a grand total of 1 mile before the thunderstorm got here. Discoveries : it feels really weird not to be able to see the car directly behind me. And three-dimentional hills suck.
I've been thinking of replacing my driver's side mirror, which has been somewhat floppy ever since an unfortunate incident in a carwash a couple of years ago. Today some idiot decided for me by ripping it off along with most of the paint on that side of the car. And I thought Forbes was safer in light of all the windshield smashings on Darlington. Whoever you are, may you forever be hounded by an army of rabid ants. Odds are it was a PAT bus and most of the damage is plastic from its bumper that's melted to my car and will clean off with a lot of gentle scraping. Not what I had in mind for this weekend.
