Monthly Archive for February, 2008

It’s that time of month again…

Yes, it’s that time of month when my little girl is on her period.

It seems that I have to fill ‘er up with gasoline at the end of every month.  But before I do, she always acts cranky around me.  For example, she has problems starting up–most likely a loss of fuel pressure or failing cold-start injectors (or a combination of both).  To preemptively remedy this, I usually flood the engine before I turn it off, that way she gets extra fuel to play with when cranking off the ignition.

But all these problems are resolved when I fill up her tank.  Plus, I get better throttle response.  Though, with her recent weight loss, the additional fuel weight means retarded braking and lamer steering.

I suppose I should officially give her a name…  though one thing is for certain: she is a girl.

Because you know that’s how I like my women: cranky and always leaking gas.

New MacBook

So this is how things are supposed to work.

It’s been a while that I have had my eyes on the MacBook. Fortunately, the retarded CompUSA decided to go out of business, and I got in on the liquidation. All Macs were 15% off, which is something that never happens. At this point in time, their stock was quite low, though I managed to pick up the black MacBook with only two remaining.

As a Linux enthusiast and Microsoft System Specialist, I have been continuously exposed to different environments–including their flaws and benefits. I side with Linux on this issue because things tend to work the way I want them to work. Windows tends to not work the way I want it to work, often leading to performance issues or BSoD (and Apple is aware of this: see SMB Shares icon).

With Mac being a BSD UNIX OS, strikingly similar to Linux, I see many benefits of using it. For one, the software provided is generally better than the software available for Linux, though software available for Linux tends to be ported to Mac quite often. In addition to being UNIX, the internets tend to work better, like such as, formula1.com. On Linux, this site was slow and all the features were somewhat confusing to navigate around. In Mac, it is displayed probably how it was intended to be displayed. And it is fast.

Some might ask, do you regret spending the approximate value of your left kidney to purchase a MacBook?

No. My kidneys are self regenerating.

Thank you for reading. Peace out lil’ scouts.

I am one step closer to having the mind of a Formula One driver

Santa Barbara City College is known for its top notch professors, its beautiful campus, and the lack of financial burden it places on its students. It is less known for overly demanded parking spaces and fascist parking administrators. Finding a parking spot can be a tricky and lengthy procedure, though luck is always welcomed.

So this is my story on Tuesday morning, before class…

I had full intentions to arrive at school earlier than normal so I could go to the bookstore to purchase an atlas of the Middle East, so I left home at around 8:30 (class starts at 9:35). It took about eight minutes to get to the Pershing Park parking lot, which was perfectly normal. Once in the parking lot, I began to realize how wasteful my previous luck with finding parking spots had been (taking less than two minutes to get a spot, or even spotting a vacant spot and beating traffic). I got fed up with Pershing Park and headed to the two lower lots, but had no luck. Several minutes later I decided to go back to Pershing Park with a fresh hope. How quickly hope fades. It seemed like forever. The temperature was starting to rise, now about 90 degrees in my car with no A/C or fans. There it was, the legitimate glory. I spotted a green Jetta with reverse lights in the ideal row, right next to the stairs to the campus. I hurried toward the car with my blinker on, but saw another car in the opposite direction also hurrying. I definitely had my blinker on first. And I was there first. I took a look at the opposition: a fat girl wearing a sweater (probably using her stupid A/C) in a modern Honda Accord. Time seemed to be at a standstill, but eventually the Jetta’s reverse lights illuminated and backed out in the direction favoring the fat girl’s entry, where she could just follow the Jetta’s path right into the spot. Knowing with a conviction that this spot was mine, I could not let that happen. As soon as the Jetta started to drive away, I quickly released the clutch with a careful right foot, then immediately (and intentionally) braked, and then continued into the spot like I meant it. When the fat girl saw my darting right as she started to go, she backed off and went defensive. I clearly let her self-preservation instincts prevent her from being hit by a rusty German machine. I was proud. I am proud. I have no regrets.

The fat girl drove off clearly befuddled and frustrated. She even did a vicarious victory lap for me, though I’m sure she was making some obscene hand gestures at me, but I pretended not to notice.

And here is my visual representation of the action. Not drawn to scale.

Nevertheless, I was unable to purchase my atlas of the Middle East, and I was late to class by about ten minutes.