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sniffnoyWarning: a bit ranty
Gah... new criterion for determining what I should *not* post. If, after posting it, I am not willing to look at the comments or sign on to AIM, I should not have have posted it in the first place. (Sufficient condition, not necessary.) (Yes, this means I need to predict how I'll react tomorrow. That I can do this, I don't know. But I'll try.) Sheesh. I made a somewhat depressing protected entry - custom security, actually - protected because I hate private, but didn't feel comfortable making it public - that should have a red flag right there, *don't post this* - but somehow I settled for making it *protected*, something I don't like either. I also don't like writing depressing entries, *another thing I should have noticed*. Anyway today I realized I don't want to look at the comments and summarily deleted the entry, without even seeing how many people had commented or if any had at all. I also realized - not even today, but last night, even - that a significant part of that wasn't even right. You know why I've been going to bed early? Because I've been *bored*. This was true even *before* this past weekend, and yesterday I *wasn't* so bored and I *did* stay up as late as I normally do. Not because I've been depressed. You know why I think I keep thinking about it? Because I've been *bored* and therefore had nothing *else* to think about. (...the problem of having not told my parents is still very real, though...)
</rant>
...sorry if that's a bit cryptic. Now back to your ordinary, non-depressed, non-whiny, non-ranty, though quite possibly boring, nonsensical, totally incomprehensible, telling-you-things-you-already-know, or telling-you-things-you-have-absolutely-no-reason-to-care-about Sniffnoyness.
Oh, a corrective note (which I will not change in the original entry because 0. I'm lazy and 1. Then this note would make no sense): In the entry about the rainstorm, that should be the A train, not the B train. Because, as Sara pointed out, the B train *does not stop at the GWB*, and therefore boarding it there would be *physically impossible*.
Now I would go on to actually get to the what the title tells you is in the entry, as well of some stories of the tedious calculation work that Dr. Nevard assigned us, but I have not the time. So, until I get around to completing this entry,
-Sniffnoy
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"Eight years involved with the nuclear industry have taught me that
when nothing can possible go wrong and every avenue has been covered,
/then/ is the time to buy a house on the next continent."
-Terry Pratchett, AFP
Gah... new criterion for determining what I should *not* post. If, after posting it, I am not willing to look at the comments or sign on to AIM, I should not have have posted it in the first place. (Sufficient condition, not necessary.) (Yes, this means I need to predict how I'll react tomorrow. That I can do this, I don't know. But I'll try.) Sheesh. I made a somewhat depressing protected entry - custom security, actually - protected because I hate private, but didn't feel comfortable making it public - that should have a red flag right there, *don't post this* - but somehow I settled for making it *protected*, something I don't like either. I also don't like writing depressing entries, *another thing I should have noticed*. Anyway today I realized I don't want to look at the comments and summarily deleted the entry, without even seeing how many people had commented or if any had at all. I also realized - not even today, but last night, even - that a significant part of that wasn't even right. You know why I've been going to bed early? Because I've been *bored*. This was true even *before* this past weekend, and yesterday I *wasn't* so bored and I *did* stay up as late as I normally do. Not because I've been depressed. You know why I think I keep thinking about it? Because I've been *bored* and therefore had nothing *else* to think about. (...the problem of having not told my parents is still very real, though...)
</rant>
...sorry if that's a bit cryptic. Now back to your ordinary, non-depressed, non-whiny, non-ranty, though quite possibly boring, nonsensical, totally incomprehensible, telling-you-things-you-already-know, or telling-you-things-you-have-absolutely-no-reason-to-care-about Sniffnoyness.
Oh, a corrective note (which I will not change in the original entry because 0. I'm lazy and 1. Then this note would make no sense): In the entry about the rainstorm, that should be the A train, not the B train. Because, as Sara pointed out, the B train *does not stop at the GWB*, and therefore boarding it there would be *physically impossible*.
Now I would go on to actually get to the what the title tells you is in the entry, as well of some stories of the tedious calculation work that Dr. Nevard assigned us, but I have not the time. So, until I get around to completing this entry,
-Sniffnoy
--
"Eight years involved with the nuclear industry have taught me that
when nothing can possible go wrong and every avenue has been covered,
/then/ is the time to buy a house on the next continent."
-Terry Pratchett, AFP
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Date: 2004-09-15 05:27 pm (UTC)And from my point of view, and that of the comments that were on that post when I saw it, there was nothing wrong with it. It was a good read, and a problem I'm sure others have had.
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Date: 2004-09-16 06:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-16 04:15 pm (UTC)