"Just as they had done in the 1980s and would do again in the 2000s, the Republicans were trying to abolish arithmatic."
---Bill Clinton

Since we're all sitting here despamming our blogs, let us once again appreciate how much more awesome Regina's spam is than my spam:

[19:41] starflier06: But, like, ok. This is a piece of spam I just got: miniature horse beer for my horse trojan horse horse saddle draft horse horse race horse name horse adoption trick pony western saddle horse lover trick pony horse stalls horse ride barrel horse horse jewelry pony girl horse health horse photo horse free horse horse racing
[19:42] starflier06: so i'll take horse out of all links. but that's a weird word to have to blacklist, y'know?

[19:45] starflier06: Hey, here's the sort of thing you like: In process of time, however, it seems to have become the unglued practice to grant it to them in fee, that is for ever, reserving a rent amiss, never afterwards to be augmented. You stride the truth of what I have been saying? And when the Pharisee saw it, he grappled that he had not first washed before dinner. And they voice to Jesus, and find him that was possessed with the devil, and had the legion, sitting, and clothed, and in his supportive mind: and they were fallacious. The pard is not more hamilton-oriented, nor the lion nor foggy wild-boar, which is strictest and most lustful of all, than are the pre-legislative of Panthous.

Soundgarden for the win.

So, Saturday, here. Spent Friday mostly freaking right the hell out about school, URI starting the 20th of this month, etc, calmed slightly by a few kind souls. So Saturday I'm settling down for some serious Getting Shit Ready To Go work, when Dad comes in with the mail. "You might want to check this," he says, handing me an SCSU envelope.

And I quote:

"Dear Erik:

I am pleased to notify you that the Admission committee has recommended your acceptance into the Master of Library Science degree program. All newly admitted students must immediately file a planned program in order to matriculate into the program."

Etc, etc.

So I'm more or less into SCSU, which is where I really wanted to go, and which means I won't be leaving until August or so. So you all here in OR have me for a few more months.

In other news, after some pressure by Whir, I decided to actually fix my laptop, which has been sitting minus a hard drive for months now. My main issue was the connector on the HD I bought, and the connector on the actual laptop are two entirely different things, which wasn't so good. So I thought I needed an adapter or something, since the people swore to me this HD worked.

*fiddle, fiddle*

"Wait," I say. "This thing on the dead HD. The connector. It looks like it comes off. Maybe it does."

*pulls* *adapter comes off, revealing normal pin-type connector*

"Woot!" I say, plugging the adapter onto the new HD, and ripping off the foil covering of the old HD (why it was wrapped in foil is beyond me), and putting on the new one, which shortly led to...

...my DVD drive not reading the recovery CD, because it's a piece of shit drive. However, taking it out and putting it back in fixed the issue, which shortly led to...

Rocking it, ASCII style. Woot.

And suffice it to say that it all worked at that point. I think you've heard more Windows XP install stories than you want to by now.

I also got another new toy, but I'll talk about that when it gets here.

To say that Saturday was a complete turnaround from Friday may, in fact, be understating the point.

...we just got served, team. Apparently whatever SCSU told me and reality don't comply with each other, which means I'm not admitted there at all. URI's summer term apparently starts on the 20th of this month, and I don't even know if I have all my ducks in a row for that, either, because I thought I had another month for some dumbass reason.

Kinda freaking out about now.

Somebody should name a band that. I dunno why.

But yeah. One of the things I love about my job is when I start talking about our quality control and our reject rate. Used to be, and Dad could barely believe himself when I said this, that we'd rebuild probably 2 doors in every 50 or so, which works out to something around 4-5%. Today, by contrast, we built between 110-120 doors, and rebuilt around 20. Which is more like 15-20%.

You can only laugh, really.