Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Nauseas, Ashamed and Defeatingly Amused

I just saw the end of human existence within my lifetime. It is still a decade away, at the earliest, but the Point of No Return could literally be just a few years away.

But just like every disaster movie you've ever seen, we (individual people) have the power to stop it.

Our one tool is Paper-simple and equally powerful against both the Rock and the Scissors. Unfortunately, it's been crumpled, tossed into the gutter, and is headed for the sewer drain. Some (myself included...sometimes) are trying to catch it, but the storm is strong and the current swift. If we lose that last tool, I just hope I die with it.

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I do like being cryptic, but, today, it serves a purpose. If I jump to the punch line, people won't get it. I will build and setup my argument over the next five or so posts, lasting about a week.

Pretty big statement coming from the Prince of Procrastination and Flitting Focus. But this could color/cloud everything I do for the rest of my life, so it will get done.

I will email the short version to some friends tonight or tomorrow just to get the idea out of my head. The feedback would be good, too. Hopefully, I'm wrong.

After this series, I will try to get back to my regular topics.

Monday, September 26, 2005

Dealing With the Devil

I have been drooling of the Palm Treo 650 (PDA, phone, interet, MP3, video camera, bluetooth, etc) for A LONG time. All the tools I need, contained in one, hard to forget on top of my dresser, device.

And now they announce the Treo 700w -
http://www.engadget.com/entry/1234000867059961
- due 2006 .

For those slow on the draw (myself included), the 'w' stands for [the] other 'W' that I hate - Windows.

Palm...Windows-Mobile...PDA.

When I get home tonight, I fully expect to see adverts for the Kia Camry, Pepsi Dr. Pepper and Wendy's McGriddle.

Word Verification for Comments

Just an FYI that you will have to jump through the "Word Verifcation" hoop if you want to leave a comment.

Bots on the net were leaving automatic, commercial comments after each post. Turning that on should prevent that.

Sorry for the annoyance.

New Posting Schedule

First post in two weeks and I have to be quick.

Because school sucks up most of my time (with or without me being so far behind), and I really to want to get these ideas out of my head, I am putting myself on a new schedule (and hopefully sticking to it). So -

Monday thru Thursday -
- Quick non sequiturs or bits of news if they occur to me.

Friday -
- Friday Cat Blogging. There are eight of 'em in my house, several outside my house, and many more inside many of my friends houses. So I got lots of source material.

Saturday and/or Sunday -
- Either a gripe (The Phantom Menii) or another piece of my evolving government (A New Hope). If a Phantom Menii posesses me on Saturday, I'll try to write about A New Hope Sunday. I may do it the other way around the following week, but I will try to talk about both.

And if I actually get caught up on my homework instead of adding to my blog (!), then I may post more often.

Thanx for reading,
Colonel Kernel

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Big-Naked-Man on Campus

For those not knowing, I'm back at Bunker Hill Community College to fix last century's ADD-laden debacle. But now that the diagnosis has been confirmed, I am trying to get as much assistance as I can.

One bit of help that I was lucky to get was a locker to store all my schtuff in. Out of about 7,000 students, the school only has 82 lockers. I got to the Student Activities office at 7:00 AM this morning, 1 hour before they opened. I have locker number 35.

So my books, jacket, bike helmet, tennis racquet (what a strange word...damn you, France!), stick of emergency/everyday deodorant and other crap now have a place to hang, while I walk to class with just a book, notebook and a bottle of water.

As I walk amongst the other 6,918 students, with their entire day on their shoulders, I feel just a little guilty, but also find myself smiling as I leave my Quasimodo costume behind.

I feel kind of naked. I like it.