That’s All, Folks

I thought I would be updating this a lot more than I actually did. I didn’t really enjoy the whole process and for the past year or so, I’ve been so reserved about putting my personal information on the internet, I didn’t know if I could break the habit. I couldn’t. The way I used to pour my guts out onto my Deadjournal might have been a therapeutic time-waster back when I blogged at work, but now it cuts into “me” time, and it seems I don’t have much of that anyway. Also, I’m always worried about a potential employer reading my blog months or years down the line, so I’d better not be emo, or curse, or say something horribly mean or controversial. Thus, I have not really anything to say.

Plus, who actually reads my journal anymore? I have to tell people – even my husband – to go check it, and at that point, heck, I could just update you folks with my life on MSN or AIM. By the way, just message me if you see me online. If I am here, I will message back. If I am not set away and I don’t message you back, I am not there – I have just given up on trying to remember to set my status all the time. Also, half the time I am “away”, I might be there. Yes yes, I know, I’m an idiot.

People used to worry seriously when they didn’t hear from me for a week. Now that I am all settled down with my husband and cats, it’s not exactly a huge worry among, well, anyone. I take that as a good thing. We’re homebodies and computer geeks. We enjoy the simple things in life. Our lives may seem dull and “country” to some folks, I reckon, but we are content.

Truth be told, it would take me a shorter amount of time to update you through an instant message than to type up an entry here. Maybe someday I’ll do a blog related to work which will would hopefully be less tiresome, boring and repetitive than most of the tech blogs out there. Though I wouldn’t bet on it. Hopefully I’d spend that extra time hunting wild boar, or skydiving, or scuba-diving in the Caribbean.

Good night. I’ll see you around.

 

“It doesn’t make a difference what temperature a room is, it’s always room temperature.”

So…it turns out that every WordPress blog, not just mine, has an RSS feed built in. After researching this, and scrolling down to the very bottom o’ my web journal, sho’ nuff, they were right. I know I am pretty inconsistent (though I am working on getting down a schedule) in regard to my updating, so if you are an RSS-type person, like I am, try using my RSS Feed. It’ll let you know when I’ve updated and you won’t end up making a wasted trip to this webpage.

It turns out that I’ll have to take some math in the entrance examination for the community college I want to attend. At first I was like, “Pfft entrance examination – why can’t I just use my old SAT scores or my graduate school GPA or my good looks?” But then I realized all of the above-mentioned things were more than two years old, and TMCC doesn’t take anything past that. Then I realized, when I persued the sample exam, that I’d have to answer questions on *shudder* Algebra 2, Pre-Calculus and Trigonometry. Egad, my math past has caught up with me!

It is somewhat of a mystery how I finagled my way into a four-year university with only, well, one year of high school math. Some say it was my “Minority Background” (¿Dónde está la biblioteca?). Others say it was the fact that California lets people slip through the cracks in the school system. Still others say “screw it – let’s have a beer”. Really, it was all three. I was determined to avoid taking Algebra 2 back in high school, not because I couldn’t pass the class but because I refused to take a math course at 7:10 a.m., on the grounds it was inhumane. I am a free-range chicken. Let’s be fair.

I did fairly well on my SAT and ACT college exams. Most people only take one or the other but I took both just to see which would give me the best score (the ACT did). Once at the university, I did not take the normal courses of mathematics that many students pursue because I was a psychology major. Fortunately for us we got to take a series of statistics courses, which TO THIS DAY, I think were more practical. I live in Reno. When we go to the blackjack table, which would you rather have? Someone who can tell you the odds of getting that face card to come up on the next hand or someone who can find the area underneath the parabola?

I thought as much.

As per usual, my internet research has lead me on a string of wild goose chases to find good, solid math tutorial sources for me. Ones, you know, that I’ll respond to as opposed to falling asleep to or tossing out after ten minutes’ use. It’s a hard road to hoe. On a side note, I think I’ve been on the internet too long; my spelling’s getting much worse. I had to look at the word “hoe” and think hard on the fact if I spelled it right.

“Typos are very important to all written form. It gives the reader something to look for so they aren’t distracted by the total lack of content in your writing.”
~Randy K. Milholland