Huzzah!

Yes, that is all.

Candice sleeps now.

The exams, they are completed.

I would not normally link to anything that I found on the Daypop list (because really, what’s the point?) but… A List Apart: Why Don’t You Code For Netscape?

Good reasons it contains indeed.

Also, nobody visits my webpage using Netscape, so why bother wasting my time?

I wish that 141.117.21.82 would stop trying to hack my computer.
Or stop doing whatever the hell it is they keep trying to do.
I keep getting OPTIONS method requests from their IP.
Grr.
I assume they’re not doing this manually, or they’d have noticed that they get some 400-series error in return.

What is Microsoft-WebDAV-MiniRedir/5.1.2600?

Hm…
yes, it seems that the troubleshooting forum, unlike the nonexistent troubleshooting page, was quite helpful.

Blogger has name server issues.

Replace FTP server name with its IP, and presto.

Why does FTP from Blogger so frequently fail?

“Transfer Error: ERROR: Could not get input/output stream for: h14me.yi.org”

So… is it Blogger, or h14me.yi.org?

I can connect fine, personally.

Let’s click on “help”

“Sorry, no additional information is available for this error. Try publishing again. If you continue to have problems, try checking the How To regarding FTP troubleshooting or discussion forum.”

Hm, doesn’t “help” me too much.
Let’s click on “troubleshooting”.

“The page cannot be found”

Great.

Okay.

What now.

“Edge 102, coming to you live from The Kingdom, in order to remind you that this is Friday, and that tomorrow is Saturday, and that you have to write an exam tomorrow, on Saturday, sucker.”

But at 3:30 tomorrow, I will be in a very superior mood indeed.

All done exams.

While others have yet to begin…

i forget what i was going to say. this window took too long to open up. i hate my computer.

oh wait.

it was going to be me complaining about my tools and applications professor sending too many attachments to our e-mail.

cut and paste isn’t that hard.

and attachments are just bad etiquette these days.
(plus, they’re always irrelevant to me. i think, hurray! new mail! and then, bah!)

i should probably stop using outlook, though.
wouldn’t you think?

but eudora doesn’t let me check more than one account without making a whole bunch of profiles, as far as i can tell.

so bah.
bah.

i’ll just remain secure in the fact that very few people have me in their address book.

…

printing out lecture notes, lalala.
that somebody else wrote in class on their laptop.
i made the whole front and back of the page printing thing work for once, i’m proud.
not like it’s hard, but.
perhaps this is where my suspected dyslexia comes into play again.

i’m glad these exist, because, due also to suspected dyslexia… my notes seem to be written in a language that doesn’t exist on this planet.
(see: wrench, and example of my handwriting that i would assume is still hanging around this website).

now it’s time to hit the books before the books hits me.
or i hit myself with the books.
that’s actually looking like a very real possibility at this point.
more fun than studying, and i won’t be conscious to worry about not studying…

“printing complete”

thank you mysterious printer-obsessed lady who lives in my computer.
i don’t know why she has to tell me.
it was obvious that printing was complete by the fact that say…
the printer stopped printing?

“The study found that although a frozen juice box will not keep a sandiwch out of the danger zone, it is a convenient way to slow bacteria growth.” (from The Ryersonian)

Is “the danger zone” a scientific term?

Because I remember learning about it in grade eight, with good old Mrs. Bruce.
If your food is in the danger zone, you are in danger of contracting foodborne illness.
We saw a rather disturbing video on the subject.

But I always used to love nonsense like that.
I don’t know what it is that makes things like the Don’t Cross Contaminate Crossword Puzzle so amusing to me.
I guess kids have to learn SOMEHOW.

But the puzzle doesn’t even come close to comparing to whitehousekids.gov.
Most disturbing.

There IS a sixth floor. There are a hell of a lot MORE than six floors. It’s not just something out of a fairy tale. Took me some time to figure out how to get up there, though. And once I did, there were a couple other lost looking students peering around cautiously, feeling stupid. But the paper is handed in. Now, according to my schedule, I have a few hours to procrastinate left before Doom Mark II.

Off now to the mythical sixth floor of Jorgenson Hall now, for to drop off my essay. Apparently there is some “essay drop box” to be found there… In theory. Let’s see if I can find it…