king of the mooks

this was going to be an extended definition of my favorite new highly-useable insult/adjective (see title). I kinda don't feel like it now since I forgot by best metaphor. Instead I give you Bill Cunningham.

and this video (a parody of mooks by the comedy troupe Tripod).

bodyworlds2 (a sequel?) revisted

so you may have noticed the chatter by the wjz wudder kewler that there is a nationwide story about these 'BodyWorld-type' exhibits, and how there are two competing manufacturers. One uses the unauthorized bodies of chinese war prisoners and the other uses consenting lunatics who knew exactly what they were doing. Don't worry MDSCI has a conscience.

I was lying in bed last night after a dream very similar in theme to this exhibit, which prompted me to raise the question: just what is plastination? and sure, the science center explains this relatively newly invented process, but I don't want to read all that! I just have to think of that image of bare bone, to know that the word plastination is a clever devise to lead your three pound gem away from the fact the process is really a simple one called, boilination. The french dude that developed it thought, if the audiences associate the clean sterile image of plastics to it, they won't mind investigating a corpse up close without rolfing. I am onto you frenchy!

3 doses of veronica mars at bedtime

(with a dash or work stress and homework anxiety) creates this:

I was rushing to my life enrichment class at the classic mall that exists in my dreams (not to be confused with the mall of my dreams). its a giant mall similar in scope to Oz, and its only accessible by a totally sketched-out abandoned parking lot where there is a Box and Save and Rite Aid. I get into the class as my teacher is talking to some other students about some Beatles trivia in the news. He then told us that he had just gotten his haircut like a famous rocker, across the mallway, where they decided to supplement the salon income by doubling as daycare, which Mr. Rosso complained about. Class was about to start when he noticed the kitten in my lap that I found and rescued on the parking lot. He said, "unless you would like me to sneeze the whole lecture like I did at those kids, I need you to get rid of that thing." Since I didn't have my homework, it was a nobrainer that I was just going to leave. Meanwhile he started class, where the first powerpoint slide said:
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Music appreciation will:

• blah

• blah blah

• help cheerleaders
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As Mr. Rosso was going into detail about these points, I started collecting all my bags, when I realized that I was wearing no shirt, just my baby blanket, draped around my shoulders like a poncho. I noticed T.Suggs sneaking a peek as I kept bending over to pick up my 10 bags while I held the kitten to my breast. As I would pick up one bag, another would fall or my blanket would slide off my sleeve, or the kitten would get away. THIS HAPPENED FOR ETERNITY, until I said to myself, come on! this is the kind of stuff that happens in dreams! When I finally managed to pick up everything, below my last bag, lo and behold! my shirt! At that point, I decided I was used to the faded cotton poncho look.

I left for the parking lot where on my way I stopped by the old coffee stand I used to work for. All the new jhu students were book-smart, common-sense-dumb as ever and I had to keep helping them do things and of course they were weeded. The cops then came and asked where my license to operate a cart was. The till of the register had no door and I just grabbed my stuff and got on the next water taxi out of there.

hideaway then bodyworlds2 now

so there are some creepy similarities.

i would like to acknowledge that i missed the second installment of my new series, Feather in Cap, Bee in Bonnet. I was busy trying to leave work early or something. thats just the kind of irregularity you'd come to expect when you used to visit this blog.

one final mention for todays entry. today is what has come to be known as the "potomac" or "chesapeake" primary. A much better way to describe the glen burnie accent in my estimation, btw. Its the first primary I have ever voted in, and I may have thrown my vote away by not selecting any of the "did-not-fully-read-delegates-of-some-nature-with-the-presidential-candidates-in-parens".
just thought I would confess that.

what if Mickey Mouse actually gets the popular vote?

learning to variables, 8, 1

so i can't remember if I mentioned this in my blog about the recession, but it hit me in the form of low enrollment, leaving me with no teaching or taking. So before it was too late, I combed the credit schedule for another class that would fit into my array called life, and it turned out to be game programming I.

Now. I am no beginner to the world of programming:

• I've had ~100 hours keying syntax from the coil binder that came with my commodore 64 to get a ball to bouncy; and
  
• during high school, BASIC and PASCAL. I was no cheating slouch.

I thought I might take a stab at relaying my thoughts of the class in action script. Here goes:

//multimedia game programming class first impressions
//defining variables
intAverageAgeClassmates=18;
intAgeOfficewizard="";

//now we are getting to some meat and potatoes software biz
student1.name=officewizard;
student1.lastmathclass= intAverageAgeClassmates - 13;
if(gender="female") {
nails="biting"
};

so if all of that didn't compute to you or trace out properly, this says in computerese that the instructor told us for our first assignment, we could convince our parents to buy us a new game.

During class two, I was able to help debug myneighbor.laugh="every rude sound from his online game"; and I was able to even see a shortfall in the instructors code although I was not confident when I suggested it. It led me to look around the room and notice, including myself, all of the females were biting their nails!?!?!

yours truly;
first person shooter.

feather in cap, bee in bonnet (new!)

I am going to attempt to feature a new section called feather in cap, bee in bonnet. Per my namesake, it shall pertain specifically to the culture of work and I will try to always post it on Casual Friday. The phrase Feather in your cap comes from the early days of hunting and slaying either prey (food) or enemies (coworkers). Office life has largely taken the place of these sort of activities. The phrase, 'bee in your bonnet' was on Jeopardy last night.

The FICBIB* for this week:

Embolden your vocabulary.

when things aren't going your way, address coworkers in meetings with the following:
argumentative, bellicose, contentious, discordant, disputatious, gladiatorial, pugnacious, truculent, acidic, bearish, bilious, choleric, dyspeptic, ill-humored, ill-natured, ill-tempered, irascible, irritable, ornery, peevish, pettish, petulant, querulous, rude, snappish, snappy, surly, waspish, warring

when things aren't going your way. Refer to yourself in the future tense with the following: affable, amiable, amicable, complaisant, conciliatory, cordial, genial, good-natured, good-tempered, gracious, ingratiating, obliging, pleasant, sociable; nonbelligerent, pacific, peaceable