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I think this is a pretty good plan. We should be able to pull it off this time.
Uh, what do you think, Abdul? Can you give me a number crunch real quick?
Uh, yeah, give me a sec. I'm comin' up with 32.33, uh, repeating of course, percentage of survival.
Uh, that's a lot better than we usually do, uh.
Alright, time's up, let's do this. LEEEEROOOY JEEENNNNNKINS!!!
Just, oh, man. Cracks me up.

Incidentally, I like saying the word subtle. I think about the 'b' the whole time.
However, this has nothing to do with the following post.

This morning, I declared war on my morning self. Outright war. Initially I had been trying to work with him to get to work on time, but after having failed to make it, save once or twice, this entire summer, I gave up on my nice, cooperative plans, and bought 7 more alarm clocks, in addition to the ones I have. However, one was DOA, so this increased my net alarm clock number by 6. They seem pretty crappy, but my hope is I have enough now I can spread them throughout the house, forcing me out of bed.

I do not think this is overkill, as the cashier at the store seemed to indicate by her inability to believe me that I was really buying all of them for me for this coming morning, since when I arrived at work today, my boss looked at the clock and said "I win." I requested to know if they had been placing bets, to which I received a chuckle and silence.

That is bad. Very bad. Especially when my average lateness time is by 45 minutes. Exceedingly, embarrassingly, horribly bad. I completely understand all the implications, which makes it worse in that because I understand and have continued to be late, it makes it seem as though I don't care, which I do very much.
So I'm going to give this a better shot. Wish me luck tomorrow morning.
Update: Score! Only 2 minutes late! That's 43 less than usual! My poor dog was really confused though.

In other news (requested story), I recently developed the idea that since I'm driving my minivan so much, I could probably save a lot on gas by taking out all the seats. This seemed like a worthwhile endeavor, even though my dad expressed great incredulity. Due to said incredulity, I developed an experiment to see if I was right in my gas saving silliness. I took the seats out, filled the tank, and zeroed a mileage meter. When I was out of gas I filled it up again, wrote down how much I put in, wrote down what the mileage meter said, and zeroed it again. I did this twice without the seats and twice with.
Without the seats my gas mileage averaged at 20.1, with little to no deviation. With seats my gas mileage was consistently higher, so this indicates either seats increase gas mileage, which I doubt, or that the granularity of the experiment can not account for my seats. I suspect the latter, but do not plan to do more tests. Had it been an improvement I thought I was looking for, I would have seen it.

I've recently been pulling out things that used to define me when I was much, much younger, and have reacquainted myself with them. Notably, Benny Goodman Swing music, Carman music (this makes me laugh), the Animaniacs, the Rescue Rangers, and as always, Dr. Mario.
I bring up Dr. Mario specifically (though you already know I am thoroughly enthralled) only to mention that recently I beat level 20 on high speed, and can now do it relatively consistently. My Nintendo 64 version unlocked a level 21, which I beat first time I played, as well as level 22, and by level 23 I made one mistake and the pieces stacked up so fast I didn't have a chance. I love that game. I'm working on a network Dr. Mario system, and though I probably would never get around to it, if I can't get network support in an emulator working, I think I shall program Dr. Mario myself with a network layer.

The job is awesome. We release 'the product' soon. Keep your eyes on http://www.mozy.com/ (mid-september).

The band rocks. http://www.jeremiahsfire.com/

Online biblestudy is continuing to go well. http://biblestudy.xnet5.com/

I had a dream last night in which some faceless girl of, I suspect my future or something, took my hand and walked around for a day with me, just holding my hand. My heart was fluttering the whole time, in a middle-school-crush-that-is-working-out sort of way, even though I never would know what a middle-school-crush-working-out would feel like. Regardless, I woke up missing that feeling so much. I haven't had that feeling in a really long time.

So hey, also, good news, guess who's not depressed at all? Yeah, not Strong Sad. I found his blog. Strong Sad has a blog. It's hilarious. It's here: http://www.homestarrunner.com/sadjournal/

Todo list
#include "todolist.h" //from last post, though ideally i should move up buying a plane ticket and selling my car on the priority list. The end of the summer is coming up soon. Oh, and the Apple 2 menu program I'm writing needs to be freaking close to the top, if not the very top.