I don't know how to get the double dot above the o, so there. And anyway, yeah, you're right, it's a really nitpicky error, I just wanted to point it out because to me it somehow changes the story... makes it more bizarre... versus the isotope turning into poison, which is what I thought you had originally said... and that's how it's been told to me the million other times people have told it too, so what could I do?

Actually, for the record, I did mention that the decayed isotope caused the release of the poison which killed the cat (although I may not have used the word 'seal'). And, while I'm being nitpicky, I'd also like to point out that it's Schrödinger's cat.

Bike theft demostrates bystander apathy (or, in one case, "bystander helping-the-thief-athy".)

as an aside to Leo, Paras and Andy... the book I'm reading (A Short History of Nearly Everything - by Bill Bryson) happened, by some weird chance, to discuss Shrodinger's Cat last night and you missed something from the story, Par. Not only is there a cat in the box with that radioactive isotope that we're not sure is degraded or not, but that radioactive isotope comprises the seal on a bottle containing a poison. ... So if the isotope degrades, the poison is let out and the cat dies, if the isotope doesn't degrade, we still have a cat. It wasn't actually the isotope or its degraded partner that killed the cat.

yeah, Tom, that's one of my failings: actually coming up with clear decisions, ask anyone else who knows me. I hate committing to anything, whether it's what to eat for dinner, or what to do with the next year of my life. So, actual opinions... also somewhat hard. By really making myself see a lot of different sides to arguments, I can't help but understand why all are good... and I therefore can't decide... just like I know that the pasta with tomato sauce is really tasty, but so too is the club sandwich and I don't usually have an easy time of deciding that either.

And... in other news: I'm going to see the Motorcycle Diaries today. It's showing at 3:45 at the City Centre Theatres. I'll be leaving from work around 3:15 to take the LRT down. If anyone wants to join me, they are more than welcome. I can't believe it's taken me this long to go see it, but at least I'll get to go to it in a theatre, and not rent it on video like I had to with Fahrenheit 9/11... Anyway, yeah, sounds like a great story and I read one of the books it's based off of, which is also pretty good. So if you have any interest in travelling in South America, or Che Guevara's story of before he became 'Che,' It's probably worth checking out. Everyone who's seen it, that I've talked to, has said that it's great. And the Journal/ed gave it 4 1/2 out of 5 stars. But, if no one wants to go, that's okay too. I can handle going it alone! :)

Hey, you know what's a good way to screw up your sleeping pattern? Sleep 14 hours in one night, then take a nap the next day! Whee! I'm so bored!

Word of the Day for Wednesday December 8, 2004

perfervid \puhr-FUR-vid\, adjective:
Ardent; impassioned; marked by exaggerated or overwrought
emotion.

haha. unlikely.


mmm....maybe i should get some shut eye too. fuck i probably don't deserve it at this point. i'm too smug for my own good sometimes...karma karma karma ...althought tonight was some good fun. like straight up Polaroidscene styles man, i wish you coulda been there to see that.

okay, bed for REAL this time. I swear.

shit man, that's brutal. I've been e-mailing myself non-stop between here and the university on these essays of mine... and I kept thinking to myself "shit taylor, you're gonna send the wrong one"... but somehow I managed not to. *phewf!* But yeah man... that's quite possibly one of the shittiest things that can happen. I feel your pain.

I haven't slept for so long now that my vision is literally spinning around. I think I'm gonna go to sleep though... but then again I've come so far I almost feel like seeing if I can do it another day, y'know just to prove how hardcore I am.

But yeah, naw... I'm goin to bed. It's been at LEAST 40 hours since I last slept. This is gonna be good times. nite nite.

no, NO TEN POINTS FOR ERIC, FUCK!!
i feel sick to my stomach.

i just checked my email to print off what i have of my paper, and it was the WRONG FILE!! SHIT. so i'm set back 1 hr, and my sweet ass thesis double paragraph is gone.
mother fucker