March 2002

Cup of Soup

Tues, Mar 5, 2002

So it begins.

Tomorrow, the proposal for my big-frickin'-huge graphics project is due, and for the next four weeks I shall be frantically attempting to implement 10 different graphical algorithms and piece them all together into something that resembles the game of Risk.

I will also be eating occasionally, and going to the bathroom, but there isn't really time for anything else.

I will spend the next month chained and tied to this desk thinking polygons polygons polygons, particles, height maps, texels, and other such things I don't quite understand yet. If you have trouble getting a hold of me, it's because I've become amazed that my reflection in the bathroom mirror has such a high refresh rate despite being such a complex polygonal mesh, and I refuse to leave until I figure out how it's done and how I can use it make little computer generated armies hack each other to bits on triangular mountain terrain.

Thurs, Mar 7, 2002

Damn particles. The last two just scooted away from us.

Our perfect 7-0 season just turned to a 7-1 season, as we lost our semi-final 7-4 to a team that seemed to be sweating steroids. Thus, our first-place round-robin finish and my top spot among goaltenders ends my UW ball hockey career; 2 C-league championships and a B2 crown over 7 terms ain't so bad.

Sat, Mar 9, 2002

Merry Spudlemas!!

Sun, Mar 10, 2002

Friends, family, Grad Ball. Best birthday ever.

Some stories I like to keep just for me.

Wed, Mar 13, 2002

It's funny how history sneaks up on you. Just a few days ago we were celebrating our upcoming university graduation, and today I stumble across this picture of my juniour kindergarten graduation on an old friend's website. (I'm the one on the left.) Granted, I'm a lot bigger now, and I put in a lot more work to get here now than back then, but that little five-year old felt it was a great big deal at the time.

Fri, Mar 15, 2002

Finally, my lazy ass has gotten me somewhere.

A few months back, I won a "Nicest Butt" competition, and I just now received my prize. Meet Ruffles, affectionately known as "Bear Ass" to his friends. He was accompanied on the long cross-country trip by a few items befitting a SPU, including a hockey-playing muppet, a can of chicken noodle soup (but not Chicken Noodle soup), and - naturally - a bag of Oreos.

Fri, Mar 22, 2002

"I love feeling dumb." - D.E. Dan

Very strange weather, we're having; I didn't know the Sun could rise and set so many times in the same day. I remember the days when the phrase "four o'clock" would never be paired with the letters "AM". That was something that seemed distant and elusive, almost mystical -- the sort of thing you'd only hear about in spook stories involving several things going "bump", "squeak", and "boohaha".

Ah, 4AM, how I know thee well now, my persistent and treacherous foe. What adventures we have embarked together; what terrors we have faced; what battles I have fought with thee. Yet, after every savage battle, after every narrow victory, after every crushing defeat, just as the never-ending forces of the universe ebb and flow, we return to face each other as we have before.......

Thurs, Mar 28, 2002

5:30 AM.
156 and a half hours left.

Sat, Mar 30, 2002

Happy Easter!

9:00 PM
93 hours left.

SPU, busy busy busy...

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