HowManyOfMe.com

There are: 61 people with my name in the U.S.A.

How many have your name?

Well, there it is. 61 other me’s.

How about that?

sigh

I only posted this because Binkle got to the Stratford UW liberal arts campus before I did…

Bastard…

Kotaku reported this story last week about PS3 pre-orders. First, I think that there assumptions that these means the PS3 is going to be really popular is quite baseless.

Furthermore, why is it that all Americans are too dumb to realize that Canada is also part of North America. They discussed American sales, and subtracted them from the North American total, giving the impression that there are more PS3’s left than there actually are.

And Canadians do buy games and systems. We plug them into the walls of our igloos and they get solar power…

Andrew and I had a nice little bout of Starcraft matches from 1 AM or 2AM until 5 AM on Sunday morning. It was thrilling to get my ass completely slaughtered in all four games. We alternated races each game. I started with Protoss, went to Zerg, and then Terran before looping back to Protoss.

In the first game with Protoss, I’d completely forgotten about useful units and abilities like Arbiters and Recall, and reavers with their deliciously explosive scarabs.

In the Zerg game, I built a large group of Zerglings and a few Lurkers expecting to initiate a ground assault, until I discovered it was an island map with no bridges. Having no way to efficiently transfer units, I died.

In the Terran game…well, I never play as Terran. I just kept running from spot to spot with burning buildings, until Andrew destroyed me with an infested Terran Command Center. Come to think of it, I don’t know where the hell he got the Command Center from…

And, in the last game, I was boxed into the bottom of the map by a line of Andrew’s missile turrets. At this point, I was screwed. No Protoss ground unit has the range to attack from a distance to clear away the bridge, and no air unit would be able to get past those turrets.

So, to Blake and Liam, we really need to have some wicked games of Starcraft. I say this because I need a teammate in order to smite Andrew.

Who designed these freakin’ Maple Labs?

I was told that these exercises are - in fact - both easier and faster than regular assignments in Calculus.

On the contrary. I’m sitting here, still hard at work, at 2:15 AM. And I’m wondering, who planned out these assignments. When I print all this shit off, with my graphs fully visible, I’m going to have something the size of a small encyclopedia to hand in. Not only would that be a bitch to mark for 50 kids…it means that it probably wont fit through the assignment slot.

Goddamn. I wish I drank coffee.

I’d just like to apologise to the people who have blogger accounts. If I appear to be rude by not commenting, it is not my fault. My blogger account was messed up, but I thought it was working, so I would type comments and click to post them, and it would reload the page, but nothing actually happened.

And I never noticed.

I’ve since fixed my account and will resume commenting.

So, this morning was my psych midterm. I woke up at 7:00ish and did some last minute studying. Which was interesting. Then, I ran to the cafeteria, grabbed some OJ and a pack of gum, and I said hello to Kaylee Barber.

I rushed to Renison. I got there early, which was my plan all along. The reason for this was that I had walked to Renison with this bottle of orange juice, and I was slowly drinking it, and by the time I got to Renison, it was empty, and I needed to dispose of it. To my dismay, it seems that there isn’t a single recycling bin in the region surrounding the university-colleges. So, I just brought it in with me to the exam.

The exam itself was relatively easy. It was more on methods of research, and less on the biological layout of the brain, which disappointed me. I found the stuff about the brain terribly interesting, and I figured it would be the basis for future units. Unfortunately, I was wrong. However, it wasn’t too bad, because most of the material covered in research methods was related to course content in Mathematics of Data Management back in high school. So, I knew everything about methods of correlation, biases, etc, etc.

All in all, I’m pretty sure I aced the psychology midterm.

When I handed it to the Professor, she said to me “I don’t recognize you. Do you normally not come?”

And I was like, “What? No. That’s ridiculous. I’m always here.”

At which point, I threw my exam at her and ran out the door.

In reality, I did leave early. 20 minutes early. I’m not sure if you were supposed to do that, but she didn’t stop me as I went past her and through the door, and I wasn’t pursued by any local authorities, so I guess it was okay. I trudged back to the Village, with my orange juice bottle alongside, and finally managed to pitch the damn thing. In the recycling box of my residence.

Now, I have to catch up on Computer Science, which I missed because of my Calculus midterm on Tuesday, which I bombed.