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Look, I really *am* trying, and I'd love nothing better to use one of the funnier mood icons, like 'geeky' or 'naughty' or 'quixotic' or even just plain 'happy!' I gotta calls 'em like I feels 'em, though.
So is it possible to get a bunch of semi-random sudden sharp pointy emotions like anxiety or worry, when you've never been diagnosed as having anxiety disorder or panic attacks? I've got to be honest, though the temptation to say I am such a person as is prone to panic attacks might be there, I'm being real and resisting it.
Oooh, a topic has presented itself. Being Real. Let's milk this, shall we?
Being Real. I hear it a lot. I hear it from some of my teachers; once upon a time, hearing a teacher use slang I might use would be cause for a rollling-of-the-eyes; no matter how good they might have been at it, it just did *not* work out well. Thus the inevitable rolling-of-the-eyes. Now, however, the teachers are my age *or younger* and sometimes I'm the curmudgeon. I'm the one getting rolling-of-the-eyes.
So, Being Real. Such a phrase deserves capital letters, I think, because it Means Something. Means *what* I'm not sure. I think it means to approach things with no illusions about success, or to approach something with a realistic point of mind. But I hear the phrase used in differing ways from just that. 'Keep it real,' 'being real,' 'making it real.' What is being made, being kept, or is 'real?' To me, and this is my opinion, it seems more like a thinly-veiled mild cynicism about this world and 'the system.' It's evidence of the lack of trust the latest generations have for the old and established orders. Not more than fifteen years ago, I think, the norm was pretty much to join a company and stay there for 20-30-40 years, earn a pension, retire. The phrase 'gold watch' meant something, and mention it to anyone and they would nod and know what you were talking about: the traditional -- almost cliched -- gift given to someone retiring from a company after giving years of faithful service. These days, most kids won't get the reference. Nobody stays at a company longer than it takes to get a better offer. Heck, getting a job seems to be a challenge in and of itself, never mind staying at a company for more than ten years. There is no security. Frankly, most people I know have no faith that there'll be social security funds for us when we retire.
I think that's a shame. Well, aside from the lack of a 'set for life' thing that only major politicians and CEOs seem to be able to indulge in. (I knew that when I went into this business that I'd be poor for most of the rest of my life if things went *good*.) That's just a travesty, but that belongs in my rants pages rather than here. It's something that colors every aspect of modern employment. Employers know that employees will jump ship for better offers. Employees know that they'll be downsized/laid off/FIRED if the stockholders don't see the return on their investment. And it seems that they want to see that return sooner and sooner every year. I don't know, maybe companies should make sure the stockholders get cocktail weiners at the shareholders meetings, that might make those things go smoother; I know I'm happy when I've got cocktail weiners. Especially piglets in a blanket. Now I'm hungry. I wonder if there's cocktail-weiner-flavored ramen at Publix.
Oh, yeah, and cut back on the Porsches and Lexuses and BMWs for the guys whose name ends in C*O. That might help profits a little bit. Maybe it's just me; I don't know why a Porsche would make anyone more productive. I'm all for bonuses for good work, mind you. Though whomever the six-figure-sararimen who jumped ship at Enron are, they're surely laughing up their sleeves now. While diving their BMWs. I gave up trying to count the BMWs in the 'reserved' parking lot at school.
Semi-major project due tomorrow, and Maya is being annoying, so I'm putting the PC to rest for the evening and will assault the project tomorrow in lab before it's due. It's no major concern, just another case of me telling Maya to 'do as I think and not as I click.' Hopefully Maya 5.0 will have a Make Read Mind button.
On the plus side, the Computer Special Effects instructor is recalculating the grades for our CSE project; the resolution was indeed correct, as we'd known. It may mean little more than two or three points on my final grade, and I wasn't failing before, but it's at least nice to not be screwed over by the system. Now if only a bunch of other things worked quite as well.
Note to self: more bagpipe music. I like it, but about 50% of the human race think that having their eardrums surgically removed is preferable. The possible utility of this is not lost on me. Specifically, though, more bagpipe and Irish fiddle music, in the stream of 'Lucy Cassidy' by Clandestine and 'The Banshee' by Slainte.
Further note to self: find lyrics to 'Forgotten Years' by Midnight Oil. There was something appropriate about that song once upon a nation. War. War war war. Are we raining doom upon the doomed heads of our enemies, yet? Fudge, that's a reference that's about a week too late. Wonder if anyone will get it.
By the way, I highly recommend the Animatrix episodes that are being released on the net. 'The Second Renaissance' is pretty graphic and frankly disturbing in places, but the second episode, 'Program,' is very well done. The same person who did the new Vampire Hunter D did 'Program;' the animation is very nice, if the style is a little unusual for anime.
I'm just going off on further and stranger tangents, so I'll stop here. This post started with a mood of 'stressed,' took a brief pitstop at 'lonely,' made a right at 'anxious,' picked up a cream soda at 'geeky' with that Invader Zim 'doom' reference, got lost and hit 'lonely' again, then meandered down a path of 'apathetic' and 'worried' before stopping for the night at a Bates Motel. And not in that order, either.
I'll post another update tomorrow night, after the latest project is handed in. I promise it'll be more coherent! If I dream about cocktail weiners I'll let you know.
So is it possible to get a bunch of semi-random sudden sharp pointy emotions like anxiety or worry, when you've never been diagnosed as having anxiety disorder or panic attacks? I've got to be honest, though the temptation to say I am such a person as is prone to panic attacks might be there, I'm being real and resisting it.
Oooh, a topic has presented itself. Being Real. Let's milk this, shall we?
Being Real. I hear it a lot. I hear it from some of my teachers; once upon a time, hearing a teacher use slang I might use would be cause for a rollling-of-the-eyes; no matter how good they might have been at it, it just did *not* work out well. Thus the inevitable rolling-of-the-eyes. Now, however, the teachers are my age *or younger* and sometimes I'm the curmudgeon. I'm the one getting rolling-of-the-eyes.
So, Being Real. Such a phrase deserves capital letters, I think, because it Means Something. Means *what* I'm not sure. I think it means to approach things with no illusions about success, or to approach something with a realistic point of mind. But I hear the phrase used in differing ways from just that. 'Keep it real,' 'being real,' 'making it real.' What is being made, being kept, or is 'real?' To me, and this is my opinion, it seems more like a thinly-veiled mild cynicism about this world and 'the system.' It's evidence of the lack of trust the latest generations have for the old and established orders. Not more than fifteen years ago, I think, the norm was pretty much to join a company and stay there for 20-30-40 years, earn a pension, retire. The phrase 'gold watch' meant something, and mention it to anyone and they would nod and know what you were talking about: the traditional -- almost cliched -- gift given to someone retiring from a company after giving years of faithful service. These days, most kids won't get the reference. Nobody stays at a company longer than it takes to get a better offer. Heck, getting a job seems to be a challenge in and of itself, never mind staying at a company for more than ten years. There is no security. Frankly, most people I know have no faith that there'll be social security funds for us when we retire.
I think that's a shame. Well, aside from the lack of a 'set for life' thing that only major politicians and CEOs seem to be able to indulge in. (I knew that when I went into this business that I'd be poor for most of the rest of my life if things went *good*.) That's just a travesty, but that belongs in my rants pages rather than here. It's something that colors every aspect of modern employment. Employers know that employees will jump ship for better offers. Employees know that they'll be downsized/laid off/FIRED if the stockholders don't see the return on their investment. And it seems that they want to see that return sooner and sooner every year. I don't know, maybe companies should make sure the stockholders get cocktail weiners at the shareholders meetings, that might make those things go smoother; I know I'm happy when I've got cocktail weiners. Especially piglets in a blanket. Now I'm hungry. I wonder if there's cocktail-weiner-flavored ramen at Publix.
Oh, yeah, and cut back on the Porsches and Lexuses and BMWs for the guys whose name ends in C*O. That might help profits a little bit. Maybe it's just me; I don't know why a Porsche would make anyone more productive. I'm all for bonuses for good work, mind you. Though whomever the six-figure-sararimen who jumped ship at Enron are, they're surely laughing up their sleeves now. While diving their BMWs. I gave up trying to count the BMWs in the 'reserved' parking lot at school.
Semi-major project due tomorrow, and Maya is being annoying, so I'm putting the PC to rest for the evening and will assault the project tomorrow in lab before it's due. It's no major concern, just another case of me telling Maya to 'do as I think and not as I click.' Hopefully Maya 5.0 will have a Make Read Mind button.
On the plus side, the Computer Special Effects instructor is recalculating the grades for our CSE project; the resolution was indeed correct, as we'd known. It may mean little more than two or three points on my final grade, and I wasn't failing before, but it's at least nice to not be screwed over by the system. Now if only a bunch of other things worked quite as well.
Note to self: more bagpipe music. I like it, but about 50% of the human race think that having their eardrums surgically removed is preferable. The possible utility of this is not lost on me. Specifically, though, more bagpipe and Irish fiddle music, in the stream of 'Lucy Cassidy' by Clandestine and 'The Banshee' by Slainte.
Further note to self: find lyrics to 'Forgotten Years' by Midnight Oil. There was something appropriate about that song once upon a nation. War. War war war. Are we raining doom upon the doomed heads of our enemies, yet? Fudge, that's a reference that's about a week too late. Wonder if anyone will get it.
By the way, I highly recommend the Animatrix episodes that are being released on the net. 'The Second Renaissance' is pretty graphic and frankly disturbing in places, but the second episode, 'Program,' is very well done. The same person who did the new Vampire Hunter D did 'Program;' the animation is very nice, if the style is a little unusual for anime.
I'm just going off on further and stranger tangents, so I'll stop here. This post started with a mood of 'stressed,' took a brief pitstop at 'lonely,' made a right at 'anxious,' picked up a cream soda at 'geeky' with that Invader Zim 'doom' reference, got lost and hit 'lonely' again, then meandered down a path of 'apathetic' and 'worried' before stopping for the night at a Bates Motel. And not in that order, either.
I'll post another update tomorrow night, after the latest project is handed in. I promise it'll be more coherent! If I dream about cocktail weiners I'll let you know.
