So, I stayed up all night to update the layout of this blog. I probably should have used my extraneous time and energy to do my various undone homework. It seems that academic work saps my energy away very quickly, whereas useless crap like this seems to have an endless supply of energy. If only I could be this interested in doing my academic work.
I believe in a God. Vaguely, anyway. I have nothing against a God, or multiple gods. Who am I to determine whether something exists, when I haven’t the intellect to determine the next six lottery numbers?
It’s people I don’t believe in. People wrote the bible. People preach. People spread gospel. People lull other people into “their” religion.
These same people start holy wars just to send their children to their death fighting for a trivial piece of land. These same people criticize pre-marital sex but rape young boys both physically and mentally.
How can I trust a holy bible that is written by these selfish, inconsiderate people? How can I trust that what my preacher is telling me isn’t just stuff he’s made up according to his morals?
Many people proclaim that their God is a jealous God, a vengeful God. Don’t they worry when they open their eyes and think a single thought other than of their God? Honestly, if their God was so good, why is He so full of hate? Who are they to tell their God what kind of God He is? Have they met Him personally, and know Him inside-out? Even the best psychologists do not know their subjects down to the last brain cell.
I believe that most people’s God is basically a manifestation of theirself, with super-powers. I believe that most people’s God is basically an all-powerful, all-knowing being that also carries all their morals and prejudices. “Gay people go to Hell because the bible said so (according to my interpretation, along with the interpretations of all those who have translated this bible I am holding so dear to my heart.)” “Evolution does not exist. What, are you trying to say that you were a monkey yesterday or something?”
“Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good. —Romans 12:9” That excerpt has stuck with me for a while. I am constantly baffled by why anyone would ever live by something like this. It is the epitomy of all the prejudice in the world today. How can anybody truly determine what is “good” and what is “evil”? Have they never made a single mistake in their life? Who are they to determine who is “good” and who is “evil”? Do they think that they are God? What if they happen to determine that someone is evil, and their God disagrees? Are they going to teach God who’s boss? This is more of a way of empowering themselves by saying “God is on my side.” This way, they are justified when they go ahead and rape some prostitute on the street, and kill her afterwards. Or take a steel pipe and smash it all over some guy’s face, because his girlfriend cheated on him with the guy.
Nowadays, people act out of fear and not of morale. Fear of the police. Fear of God. Fear of retribution. Fear of being put in Hell, even if deservingly so. I bet that there are lots of people who think that they’re going to go to Heaven. The moment they get there, they will commit every sin they never committed before they were judged. Of course, there are always characters like the MorningStar who keep even heavenly souls in check.
Fear is the only thing that keeps people in check. They fear that they will not appeal to their oh-so-glorious God, and get booted to Hell. They fear that they will be punished for all eternity, so they do what they feel is right, regardless of what others say. They pierce their eardrums to the rest of the world, in order to live in their own world with their God, devoting their lives to God, and blow away anyone who tries to wake them up to the harshness of reality.
But they, too have their needs. And when their needs aren’t met by their God, they call it a test. They assume that their God is testing their willpower. They assume that their God is impressed, when they pass this test of self-induced torture. And when they don’t pass this test? They either recognize it as a failed test, or they just shape their God to whatever suits their needs. Today, God punishes people for eating too much. I’m hungry. God now punishes those who fast when there is plenty of food that will go to waste otherwise.
Enough of my rants.
In case anyone was wondering, I actually believe in some sort of superior being(s). My God(s) aren’t necessarily perfect beings. My God(s) aren’t necessarily all-powerful and all-knowing. My God(s) would not punish me for doing what I feel is right, before or after my death.
My religion has but one rule: do unto others as you would like others to do unto you. It’s a very simple rule to live by.
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JFK, I cleaned my room. You might also notice that it’s approximately seven A.M. Damn it all!
At least I now can see my the color of my carpet and the shade of brown my desk is. It’s pretty nice, actually.
The best way to gauge the health of your relationship is to think about how you feel when you are with your partner or expecting to be with him or her. In a healthy relationship your partner wants you to be your best, cares about your needs as much as his or her own, and supports your growth and success.
In talking with students who are in healthy relationships there seem to be common themes in what they feel is important. These include ongoing open communication, a willingness to compromise, acceptance of who each other is without needing to change each other, a willingness to take chances and communicate true feelings to each other, personal self-esteem so that one is not overly threatened by the other’s success, and flexibility.
Most students agree that certain characteristics are not likely to lead to a long lasting healthy relationship. The most frequently discussed traits that cause problems are jealousy and possessiveness. Also high on the list of signs of trouble is the feeling that one could change his or her partner. While at times one partner may modify their behavior to please the other, no one should ask you to change who you are as a person.
A healthy relationship does not depend on constant agreement, sharing all interests, or spending all of one’s time together. The ability and wilingness to discuss and compromise, taking turns getting one’s needs met, enjoying and supporting growth in each other, respecting one’s differences, and taking time to work at the relationship are much more important.
Some people make the mistake of thinking they have fallen out of love when the initial infatuation phase passes and those intense good feelings start to wane. When we fall in love our bodies produce chemicals that “make us feel good”. The length of time that lasts is very individual, from weeks to many months. When this stage is over, and the couple decides to stay together, the real work of getting to know each other and learning to be a couple begins. The fantasies start to fade and the real people emerge. Some feelings of disappointment are normal as you learn about or start to recognize each other’s flaws and annoying habits. Sometimes people find that they are not really compatible at all, while others decide that the characteristics that attracted them to the person in the first place over-ride the issues that need to be addressed.
It helps to have a good idea before you start a relationship of what is important to you, what you need in a partner and what things are negotiable. Being too rigid may leave you looking for a very long time. Not having any idea of what is important to you may make it more difficult for someone.
So once you’ve decided to give the relationship a chance by getting to know the real person, what then? Go back to the original list of how you feel when you are with your partner. No one feels wonderful with his or her partner all the time, but if you feel miserable all the time then something is wrong. You may want to discuss the difficulties with friends, family members or a counselor who can be objective and help you sort things through. Sometimes couples counseling can help to learn to listen to each other and make decisions that work for both parties. Only you can decide when it is time to move on and look elsewhere.
That being said there are distinct signs of serious trouble that we all need to be alert to.
For assistance in dealing with an abusive partner:
The Wo/Men’s Center: 632-WOMN
University Counseling Center: 632-6720
University Police: 632-3333
For more information on this or other health-related topics visit the STUDENT HEALTH SERVICE CHOICE Center Resource Room on the second floor (217) of the Student Health Center or call us at 632-9338, 6682, or 6689.
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I was never part of the popular crowd. I never thought I was, anyway.
I remember junior high school. I had a friend who, one day, showed off his ability to sing this stupid rhyme:
Eric Eric pho-Eric banana phana pho-fana, me my ph-fana
Or something like that. My popular friends would go to him and ask him to make one for another name, say, Matt, or Mike. I remember he used to do so at their request. I wonder if he ever got sick of doing so, of being their pet monkey. He wasn’t a popular kid, by far. He looked geeky, he acted geeky, he was Chinese, and even I thought he was an unpopular fellow. I guess he was, in a sense, a stepping stool for me to make myself feel better, by convincing myself that I’m a step higher than he is in the social ladder.
There was this one time when he asked me a personal question. It seemed personal to me at the time, anyway. He asked me if I used deodorant. I said, “Of course!” He said, “Oh, okay.”
At the time, I didn’t actually use deodorant. I basically didn’t want to be the kid who didn’t use deodorant. It did, however, make me feel less alone in this world of people who didn’t use deodorant. I guess, in order to make myself seem superior to him, I had, in the process, made him seem alone in that very world.
There was this one time, when we watched some movie about the origin of man, and Lucy, one of the earliest ancestors that we dug up. They had an reenactment of what happened when Lucy died, and right before she was struck down or whatever, she had made a face. I proceeded to make fun of it, making that very same face. Apparently, I had done a very good job of it, and my friend Emmanual kept telling me to make the face over and over again. At first, it was okay, I guess. After a while, I just felt so sick of doing this stupid face. It’s not like it’s something that I’m proud of or anything. I was just making this face that probably made me look stupid anyway.
After a couple of times, I got fed up, and I eventually refused to make the stupid face. After a couple of prods, he stopped asking, and left me alone. At that moment, I felt very isolated and conflicted. While I was no longer forced to do some stupid face, I also felt like I had let down my friends, to be their little toy. I was, at that moment, unpopular.
We were still friends, afterwards. Nothing really had changed. I wonder why that particular event was so memorable. Maybe it was that I had, despite the social pressures, decided to not play along with their little game.
Standing up for myself was something I could never do in elementary school. Just saying no was very difficult for me. I remember when my friends used to ask me for stuff, whether it was for candy, or whatever. (I can’t think of what else they would ask me for… I don’t think they ever asked me for money, and I would probably have lent them any pens or pencils I had.) Whenever they asked me for stuff, I would kind of lower my head, and whine, in a low voice, No…. They might or might not have been able to hear me, but either way, they would ask me again, probably. I would just kind of sit there, immobile, too afraid to say no, but unwilling to give them what they wanted.
A lot has changed. I can now say Fuck You! with no remorse. I care not what they want. I surprise myself. I don’t know when this changed, honestly. Maybe it was when I went to high school, when all of my friends changed. I had become a lot more outgoing when I went to high school.
Freshman year, I was probably still very shy. I hung out with Eric a lot, but not as much as I would have liked to. (My parents were pretty strict about where I was, outside of school.) I used to be very shy in front of girls, especially pretty ones. I was too afraid to talk to them, even when they talked to me. I think that I had come off as just a guy who was very rude and didn’t like girls, to them.
Sophomore year, I had mastered the art of cutting class. I had five day weekends, two days of class. I don’t blame my cousin as much as my parents do, but I guess it was her influence. I used to go hang out with her and her friends, who were “cool”. I felt like I had more friends, hanging out with my cousin. Higher up on the social ladder, I guess.
Junior year, my cousin went back to Hong Kong. I started going to class again. This year was the year that I did the best in, of all the years in high school. I also had the best time in high school this year, because I went to a lot of parties and actually felt popular for once. But holy shit, did I spend a lot of money. I suppose I would have been able to do all the same things, regardless of whether or not I got my friends the gifts I did, but at the time, it seemed necessary. Friends were important. It just seemed to be the “in” thing to do.
I made a lot of friends that year. I met this girl, Cindy, who was a year younger than I, and I thought that she was “perfect”. I tend to idealize people who I like. Smart, pretty, hard working, good grades, she had it all. I probably should have made a move back then, but I guess I was still afraid of girls and rejection. But she was very popular. Now that I think about it, I think she also had a boyfriend at the time. Oh well, I guess it doesn’t matter anymore. Because of her, I made a lot of friends. I also felt like I should study hard, seeing as how she did the same. I wonder how she is.
Senior year, it turns out that Irene and my cousin had become good friends while talking online. When my cousin got back from Hong Kong, I became friends with Irene, and soon afterwards, I got together with her. As much as I’d hate to admit it, she and my cousin probably contributed a lot to my irresponsible behavior. I began to cut not only class, but work. I went out at night, while my parents were asleep, just to see her. I lost a lot of friends in the process.
Popularity. I guess it’s important to those who lack self-confidence. I like having friends, I like being accepted. I don’t like being requested to do stuff that I don’t want to do. I liked having a lot of friends, and I like having a couple of really close friends. I miss my old friends. I miss everybody from high school, two people from Syracuse, and a select group of people from junior high/elementary school. I hope that every one of them is doing well.
I have this tendency to sleep on others’ bed. I do that to all my closest friends. For some odd reason, I just like others’ beds better than my own. In fact, I sometimes prefer sleeping in the sofa more than sleeping on a bed, just because. I’m cool like that.
I remember in freshman year, I used to cut class a lot. I would stay up all night, crawl into Nick’s room when it was 8, maybe play a couple of games on his TV, my brother’s PlayStation. (In retrospect, I wonder how my brother did, while I had stolen his PlayStation for a whole year.) Sometimes, instead of playing games, I would just sort of kick him awake and steal his bed. I don’t know why, his bed just seemed so much more attractive than mine was. Now that I think about it, I wonder how he put up with me, sometimes.
Another time in freshman year, I went over to Lisa’s room. I saw her cool Pokemon stuff, took some pictures, and helped her do a bit of her jigsaw puzzle. Then I proceeded to pass out on her bed. I wonder how she’s doing. I miss her.
Although I had not actually done anything productive in terms of academics, I paid my cell phone bills, packaged my baby cousin’s present up into an envelope (I still need some stamps… but I guess I can get that tomorrow), paid my $65 to the non-profit Golden Key International Honour Society, and installed an operating system onto that poor dual processor system that I’ve neglected ever since I found out that I could only run one Celeron at a time.
In the process, I had opened up my two brand spanking new hard drives. I was pleasantly surprised when I discovered that one of my hard drives, which I had believed all along to be a 20 gig hard drive, turned out to be a 40 gig. Joy! So, now I have 80 gigs in my system. I’m most likely going to just set up a RAID 1. Eventually, this will be some server of importance. Mail or file server, most likely. But for now… it’s just standing tall and making a lot of noise. The hard drive’s pretty fast, it seems. Maybe it’s all in my head. I don’t know. My brain tricks itself into being happy. I’m high on myself! Isn’t life great?
I turned off the old router I had a couple of days ago, because I was becoming paranoid. When I finally turned on the monitor to reboot it, it turns out that the kernel paniced. I don’t know what went wrong. I reinstalled the OS onto the new hard drive, and mounted the old one, so I could copy some old files. In the process, it paniced again. There’s something seriously wrong with this hard drive. I’m so glad that there’s really nothing on there that I need. It’s been spitting up soft errors for a couple of weeks, but I didn’t really care, because it didn’t do any disk accessing anyway. So I decided to run it until it died. It looks like its time has come. I should retire it. Haha, the company or model of this hard drive is “CHAMP”. Not much of a champ, if you ask me. I have a couple of sub-400 megabyte hard drives at home that are still running fine, and this awesome 2 gigabyte hard drive is blowing chunks? Blah, useless!
Eric has started a blog. Now I have a chance to throw insults at him, in public. I feel sorry for him.
Oh, by the way, don’t call him Ciao. He doesn’t like that. If you think that no restraining order can stop my love was bad, then you’ve never seen me angry.
That’s right. It’s not yet 8 am, and I’m up. Not because I didn’t sleep. Oh, no, I slept alright. I had passed out at 2, 3 am. I remember waking up because I was so cramped on my bed. My computers had taken up all my bed space, you see? So, I decided that enough was enough, and moved my laptop, keyboard, and mouse off my bed. Then I discovered that my laptop left a hot spot on my bed, so I turned on the AC. Thank God for the UGA. After a couple of minutes, it was the perfect temperature. So I turned the AC off, and proceeded to sleep until now.
When I woke up, I had a screaming headache. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I hadn’t been sleeping regularly for the past couple of days. Or has it been weeks? I’m not sure anymore. I was tempted to take some “magic pills” (known as Advil to the rest of the world) but now the headache seems to have gone. Oh well. Maybe another time.
There’s supposed to be a job fair today, but honestly, I don’t care. I mean, it would be nice to get a nice job and all, but I’m not graduating until… whenever. After that, I plan on going straight to grad school. The only job I would want would be one for the summer. According to Sharon, they’re not even hiring for the summer, it’s mainly for the Fall. I don’t have anything to wear, and my resume is over two pages, when printed out. I should set up a more printer friendly version. Right now, my resume is only in HTML format. I would like to have it in multiple formats, if possible. I know that there are ways of writing documents in one, centralized format, and then converting them into a whole bunch of other formats, but that’s not that important to me right now.
I’ve got lots of projects due lately. I’m growing thinner. I don’t eat right. The only time I actually eat correctly is when I “order stuff by mail” (known as delivery to the rest of the world). Domino’s and sushi. Otherwise, it’s Ritz crackers for me. Of course, I drink lots of tea. LOTS. I don’t think that that counteracts the fact that I don’t eat much at all, though. Just one big binge meal a day. Last night, I got smart. I ordered two pies, with buffalo wings. Normally, Sharon and I eat one large pie and buffalo wings, no problem. The twisty bread, we usually just toss off to Jason and/or Eric. This time, I’ve got a pie left, which I can eat myself! You see, I don’t like twisty bread very much. The only reason I order it is because it comes as a deal. In retrospect, it’s not really that much of a deal, considering I order something I don’t eat.
Before I forget the dream, I should type it out here. Ah, fuck, I forgot it. It was an interesting dream. It involved my dad lecturing my brother, and then I was defending him, and he came to the conclusion that, in order for my brother to do work or something, I, too, should do some work. So, I guess my brotherly love has screwed me over. At least in dreamland.
I had another dream, which was much more interesting. I still remember it today, even though it happened a couple of days ago. I was dreaming that I was sleeping. I woke up, in the dream, and I was kind of choking on something. I bend over, coughing whatever was falling down my throat. It turns out to be my front teeth. I have two of my front teeth in my hands. There was one still stuck in my throat, and I pick it out. So, that makes three. I go to the mirror, and I grin. I see that I have five missing teeth. I’m assuming that I had swallowed two.
Hong Kong was fun. I don’t know why I never wrote an entry about it. I keep thinking, “I really should write one, before I forget all the details,” but I never did. I hope I still remember most of what happened.
The first couple of days of Hong Kong were pretty boring. I went to Hong Kong, we (my brother and I) discovered that it was very humid and sticky there. Our activities consisted of visiting our two different grandmas, and watching a lot of Chinese movies. I hadn’t watched Chinese movies in so long. I had forgotten how awesome then were. So, for the AM hours, I basically had woken up to watch TV until noon or so, when we went to lunch with my uncle and/or my aunt.
When we met up with our cousins, things got a lot more interesting. At first, they accompanied us to go sight-seeing, but that was pretty boring. I learned that my dad likes to walk all around. That’s about it, though. He just walks and walks and walks. (Sorry if this entry is completely disorganized, I’m trying to remember all the observations I had while I was in HK.) He never actually stops and smells the roses, as they say. So, when we went hiking up a mountain, he just kind of sped his way all the way to the top. It was odd. It would probably have been much more fun if we actually talked along the way. I mean, we talked a bit, but it would have been nice if, the six of us (me, my brother, my dad, my cousin and her sister, and my cousin’s son) had been just chatting along the way, pointing out stuff that we saw to each other.
The same thing happened at the mall. We were walking around for a bit, maybe one or two stores. My dad then announces that it was nice seeing my cousin (from my mom’s side), and that we should get going. It was approximately 2 pm at the time. I was pretty upset. I wanted to walk around some more, but my dad, as usual, wanted to just get it over with. It’s as though he just wanted to say to everybody that he had went shopping with us, and that’s about it. Anyway, I told him that I wanted to see some other stuff, so we asked my cousin if she knew of any other places, so we walked into another mall nearby. I spotted a store that seemed promising, but by the time I had noticed, my dad had already zoomed up the escalator. I was so confused. I thought that I was the one who wanted to go see stuff, and hence, I would be the one leading the way. Or possibily even my cousin, since she was the one who knew where everything was.
I couldn’t really do anything, except follow him. I mean, I couldn’t let my father just get carried away by the escalator, while I just look at computer stuff. So I followed him up the escalator. We looked around the second floor a bit, but there wasn’t really much to see. Once again, he asks if we’re done. I said, well, there was a store downstairs that I wanted to see, but you just zoomed right up here. He asks, why didn’t you say anything? I said, because you just zoomed right up here!
So we go back down. The store was a disappointment, much like all the other stores. I don’t even know why I wasted my time in Hong Kong, looking at stores. I mean, it’s not like I was going to buy anything. I have this fear of buying stuff from the stores in Hong Kong, because I can’t test it the moment I get home. It’s not like I can get a refund or an exchange if it turned out to be a dud, once I tested it out when I got home. However, I think that I’m just sick of computer stuff in general. I mean, buying computer stuff. I’m not interested in the fastest computers, or the most powerful computers, or whatever, anymore. It’s not like my Celeron 400 laptop isn’t serving me well right now. This is one of the reasons I don’t like going to computer shows. What is there for me there? Computer parts? I buy them whenever I need them at almost the same prices. I lost that money I save when I pay the admission fee, anyway. Computer software? I only recently started using Windows again. What’s the point?
Anyway, Hong Kong. We ate a lot of delicious food there. It’s nice to have so much Chinese food. It’s funny, my cousins kept assuming that my brother and I would want to eat fast food. I don’t know about my brother, but I wasn’t about to go to Hong Kong to eat McDonald’s. I insisted on eating Chinese food every day. My cousin’s son, however, wanted McDonald’s. It was interesting. They had rice in McDonald’s. I guess it’s nothing compared to the McDonald’s in Korea, according to Sharon. Oh well.
I had brought my camcorder to Hong Kong. I took lots of pictures, and made a video of this one dinner I had with the whole family. There were approximately 17 people there that night. It was a fun night. We had so much sushi that I didn’t want to eat it for a couple of weeks after I got back. Can you imagine that? Me not want to eat sushi? Blasphemy!
I have lots of pictures from Hong Kong. I’m so glad that Irene bought me the 64 megabyte stick. Contrary to what I thought at the time, 64 megabytes was really enough. (I had wanted a 128 megabyte stick at the time.) It’s enough for me to take over nine hundred low quality pictures, which were pretty good anyway. The extra quality was really unnecessary. I took a lot of pictures of everywhere, but the most pictures had to be taken at my cousin’s university. By the way, I have a ton of cousins. When I say, “my cousin,” I am referring to one of at least ten, on my dad’s side alone. Just keep that in mind.
My cousin’s university is approximately the same size as Stony Brook, although I must say that it’s more similar to Syracuse. Because Hong Kong is so small and mountainous, instead of walking across campus, we took escalators. Just think of it as a typical university (Stony Brook) but the roads are all rotated 90 degrees. To go from one building to another, we literally just take escalators up and down, ten floors at a time. They have everything we have, except it’s nicely condensed into one small plot of land. Well, they don’t have a stadium, but that’s just a waste of money, in my opinion. Not really an academic necessity. Everything was new, too. It was nice. I wouldn’t mind going there. They had such a nice ocean view. I say ocean view, but there’s a plot of land across from the water. I’m assuming that that’s China.
When we got to the beach along side the university, my uncles and my dad were reminiscing about how they had swam from China to Hong Kong. They were trying to see exactly which point they had come from, and where they had landed in Hong Kong. Yeah, my dad illegally immigrated to Hong Kong. But now he’s officially American. We gave them some time to themselves.
Towards the end of our trip, my cousin had had enough of my dad. They decided that they were going to show us how Hong Kong really is. It’s apparently not just mountains and temples. They took my underaged brother and me to a bar. We drank a bit, but it was really nothing. I guess they didn’t know how much my brother and I could drink. It was interesting, at least. That night happened to be a bad night, though. Nobody was around. It was very empty. Maybe next time.
Our last day was spent going to a temple in some old village. It was interesting. People had metal plating outside their houses, which were above water. Apparently, it was to keep the wood from corroding. It was very hot that day, but I was the only one who didn’t sweat much. I guess that’s what happens when you’re naturally dehydrated. Everyone else was sweating like a pig. They had a lot of interesting sights there. I wish I had brought my camcorder that day.
When we went shopping with my cousins, they bought my brother a pair of sneakers. Mind you, my brother had his own money, which my dad had give him, so he could go shopping. I was disappointed in him, because I thought that he could buy his own sneakers. I then got a taste of my own medicine when they tricked me and bought me a pair of sneakers that I was trying on. Those bastards!
I got closer to my brother this summer. It was nice. I hadn’t spent a lot of time with him, ever since I went to high school. I missed spending time with him. I hope that school doesn’t pull us apart again.
Wow, it’s very nice to write again. I should do so more often.
The stomach aches are begining again. They come and go, but are usually the combined result of sleeping and eating irregularity. Can I help it if I wake up late in the afternoon and eat only one meal a day? Can I help it if I don’t like to munch on junk food while in my room? I’m a pretty health-couscious eater, but at the same time, I do shit to my body that most people think are just plain stupid. Heck, if I weren’t so lazy, I would stop.
So here I am, lying on my bed, hoping for the pain to go away, meanwhile hoping that those three Ritz crackers I ate would subdue the pain. I would eat more, but the crumbs kept getting on my bed. And I’m in too much pain to actually get a plate or something.
The pain is subsiding. I glance lustfully at my mug of tea, tempting me, yearning for me to devour it. I think I’m going to get up now, and eat some more Ritz with tea.
Damn it all, I tried to submit this, but Dillo is being stupid and not cooperating with my textarea. Gaaaa the pain struck again! Must hunt for food…
Yes, I know that anyone who has ever developed a webpage has their own little rant. I am not particularly enraged over the stupid lack of standards, though. Rather, one person’s opinions have caused me to become seething in anger.
This person feels that every web site must look the same on every browser. Honestly, that is not possible. Even the simplest fucking “Hello, world!” website, with nothing more than a p tag would be rendered differently on different browsers. There are so many browsers, and so many interpretations. What the fuck? I’d like to see her fucking make a site that looks exactly the same on IE and lynx. Try that, you fucking fascist asshole!
I’m okay with trying to make my site more available to people with disabilities. That’s one of the reasons this site uses CSS, in fact. I’m considerate to those viewing my site. But that can be taken to an extreme. What the fuck? “It doesn’t look the same on Netscape and on IE.” I don’t give a shit! Does the information not go through? Do you have any problem clicking on the fucking link? So maybe the fonts are a bit bigger in Netscape than on IE. Maybe the tables are drawn a bit wider. The scrollbar on the side always appears for IE, yet it only appears when the page is longer than the screen on Netscape. The icons on the top of the window are different sizes for Netscape and IE, and, heck, are a different size depending on the version of IE / Windows also! Do you think your incredible HTML skills can fix stuff like that? Do you think you can make your pages look precisely the same on every browser, down to the very last pixel?
One of the things that just pisses me off the most is that most of her own pages don’t even conform to her “standards”. Mind you, these are not simple sites of offices that nobody has ever heard of, these are sites that represent the fucking University itself. If your browser doesn’t support CSS, as one of mine doesn’t, then you’re screwed! If your browser doesn’t have a version that’s higher than 4.0, then you’re screwed! It doesn’t even let you try to view the site. You just kicked right out! Fuck you if you’re not using IE or Netscape! Mozilla? Konqueror? OmniWeb? Dillo? Links? Opera? What the fuck are those? Never heard of them! Fuck them, I couldn’t give two fucks about these lunatic browsers! Oh, but wait… your page doesn’t look the same under Netscape and IE! You’ve committed a horrible horrible sin! Nope, I won’t approve posting your site up as an official University site until you get your act together.
Why don’t you fucking go fist yourself and get on with your life? Leave me the fuck alone!
Me (3:03:23 AM): My Operating Systems professor.
Me (3:03:33 AM): Or, rather, his homepage.
Nick (3:05:20 AM): HOLY SHIT
Me (3:05:59 AM): At times like this, I wish you had a webcam.
Nick (3:06:05 AM): my jaw
Nick (3:06:09 AM): my jaw is on the floor
Click on the link above. Your jaw may land on the floor too.
Sharon also informs me that, in his office, he has a giant, blown up picture of his dog too. This guy really loves his dog.