food from hell

guess what..today, just before coming to college I had a great idea..why not wear these super cool cargos I had bought like forever ago... i used to love these things...they used to super comfy and real cool. Imagine my shock when I try em on..and dagnabit!! they dont fit no more..
ever since I came here my food habits have been horrid, I only eat junk and I cant even cook anything if I wanna since I have an ongoing feud with my roomie...the roomie from hell..actually no, not from hell, i imagine the people from hell to be really cool, misunderstood blokes..and the ones in heaven the people who got away with something or the other..they somehow managed to fly under the divine radar.
Now I shall recount an experience i had yesterday, I came back home tired as hell and hungry enough to prolly eat a horse or two...i dont know how that expression came to be..i mean, who would eat a horse, unless it was another horse, in which case we'd be talkin bout horse cannibals..he he, im picturin a weird ass horse in my head, named, hannibal lecter...
god, i think i should get more sleep..
so i was hungry, and as i went online...my browser drifted to www.chompmenus.com, which is this huge online delivery source for pizzas, burgers, wings...and so many other food items which are collectively referred to as junk food..
tottering on the brink of that precipice falling into which would have resulted in me ordering a delivery..I decided not to..instead I made me a souper meal, blech!!
no, blech is not venusian for "delicious" that would be rookobooboo, dude, you really need to brush up on your venusian..
just go over "Dr.Celestovich's handbook for languages commonly used in the solar system" it is guaranteed to help..
or as they say on pluto..at least untill it drifted away.."boo kaka oo kaka choo choo" which means thats the way the cookie crumbles, or the plutonian equivalent of a cookie..which is called a baked thermo nuclear predocnis...and it doesnt really crumble, it melts down..
newho..my point is that I managed to not go for the delivery..so mebbe my will is not as weak as i thought.. i hope not..because, i hate bein fat and overweight..
yea, thas bout it..

oo joo bamboo bamboo
(english translation: oo joo bamboo bamboo, ha ha gotcha)

magus.

souper meal...

I bet many of you are wondering about what the title is all about.....well, see, nissin makes these instant ramen soup things..and thats what they are called..souper meals..they are bland as hell, however one eats what one must in order to keep the ol' system keepin on goin...

life has been kinda weird for me lately, what with the band and everything, and the coursework in the university is not  getting any easier..maybe thats why they call this a masters course.

In my head I have this picture, where two schools of software engineers are meeting, there has been placed a challenge between the two schools..and now the students face each other, snarling at the enemy over their laptops

and then there is a sudden silence as the masters step forth, one has been schooled in the misty mountains of ohio, in ohio state university, he is a master of computer science and is reputed to have killed over a million viruses with a single line of code...deadly indeed..

the other, has been trained in the killing heat of california..he is reputed to have created a software package so notorious that it spawns horrors of its own..he named it windoom 99..

and to this day no one has found a way to rid the world of its plague..

the masters clash..

algorithms called out with the force of incantations..data structures lashing at each other, chaos itself...finally just as the students are about to think that there is no end to the battle, one of the masters calls out an algorithm at O(n) time, however, the other master invokes the same algorithm in O(log n) time...thereby making it a little faster..

just as the algorithm is about to strike down the master who was slightly slower, the Pcs in the room running windoom 99, overheat, thereby causing a chain reaction which triggers a nuclear meltdown...there is nothing in the aftermath except silence,

and then in the apocalyptic darkness, a screen flares to life,

it is a blue screen and it reports..

"mankind had to be terminated since it performed an illegal operation, do you want to send a report to whoever gives a crap? oh sorry, they had to be terminated too since they suddenly decided not to give a crap.."

when did we become the tools and the computers, our masters?..

magus.