To be entirely factual, this is not necessarily my one hundredth blog entry. If you briefly glance back to the first entry, you will notice that an entire volume of entries surrounding the summer of ‘04 has been completely eradicated from existence. However, when you factor in the amount of “half-assed” posts I have under my belt, it probably equates to 100 anyway.

For the past two weeks, I’ve slowly been frolicking through a realm of mathematical non-fiction as I read Zero: The Biography of a Dangerous Idea by Charles Seife. On the whole, the book is a fascinating piece of work that combines all three of my passions: the written word, historical intrigue, and the seductive language of numbers that is mathematics. Spanning two millenia and most of the world, Zero has been an extremely entertaining book. It is the gateway text that is slowly nudging me into a life-changing obsession with mathematics, in anticipation for what will surely be an enjoyable experience at the University of Waterloo. The next book I intend to read is on the topic of Cryptography, and is entitled The Code Book: the Science of Secrecy from Ancient Egypt to Quantum Cryptography by Simon Singh. Undeniably, I am looking forward to it.

Caleb - a Nintendo pusher - recently influenced me to purchase the addictive puzzle game known as Meteos, one of the few interesting titles currently available for the Nintendo DS. After playing it wirelessly with Andreas and Caleb, I found it difficult to resist a game that delivers such a mind-bogglingly enjoyable multiplayer experience. How could I refuse the look on its cute little face? Like a fanatical cult member, I religiously return to my DS everyday after high school gets out to play for a few hours and acquire some of the most rare and lucrative Meteos available. After much collecting, my Meteos are spent like squandered dollars on fusing planets, items, sounds or rarer Meteos. I’ve purchased nine planets or so, including the rarest and hardest to obtain - Meteo. The final boss anyone? Booyah. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it, Caleb.

Although I may be absurdly proud of me meagre accomplishments in that game, it seems to be devestating to my health. When I close my eyes, I see stacks of those coloured blocks just waiting to be rearranged into a game winning combination. Such a disturbing vision that haunts me seems to lend credibility to Jack Thompson’s claims of mind-altering video games. On the other hand, Jack Thompson huffed aerosols in high school and it made him a little cuckoo.

Another startling development is the creation of a podcast - featuring myself, Joshua, Binks, and others discussing the hottest topics in video games, computers, and other facets of technology. The entire endeavour is being spearheaded by a mutual friend of the three of us, Brendon, who is a big techie and will surely talk a lot in the show. There will also be other hosts. Names suggested for the podcast included my witty suggestion of “The Box Company”, intended to be a direct tie-in with my own slice of the Internet. Unfortunately, it is already a registered domain name. So, we have decided to go with the less superior name of Red Card Group - or something ludicrous to that effect. All because a damn shipping company took “The Box Company”. I should sue.

A few final things to conclude with.

The Chocolate Box is nigh. Waterloo, I’m comin’! New layout soon.

Cheers to 100 posts behind me, and many more before me.

Later.