Monthly Archives: November 2006

Brr

I thought I’d managed to sneakily avoid all the fire drills this year, but sadly it was not to be. The fire alarm in my block went off earlier, and I got to witness the efficiency of the York arm of the North Yorkshire Fire & Rescue Service. It’s amazing how quickly they respond, given the number of false alarms (and other small incidents) they probably get from the University.

It’s good to know that in the case of a real fire, we’re in pretty good hands. I guess.

In other news, I’m finally done with my 2 practical reports! That leaves… 2 essays to be completed within a week. This feels oddly like all the end-of-terms last year. Just worse.

Alas, Procrastination! I know thee well.

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One lost minute

To cut a long story short, I missed the last train back to York. The train was due to leave at 2200, and I arrived at 2201.

There are so many factors I can blame, some tenuous, some less so, and for a moment I’d actually believed that it wasn’t entirely my fault, but at the end of the day I’m the only one truly accountable for my own mistakes, and I must accept this and move on.

It is an expensive lesson (£46.85 to be precise), but a lesson learnt nonetheless.

Losing one's head


Mike the Headless Chicken

I thought this was a pretty well-known story already, but apparently not. We were just talking over dinner and somehow this story popped up. Looks like I got some facts wrong, but the story’s true – Wikipedia confirms it, and we all know Wikipedia never lies! =P

The short story is, a chicken’s head got cut off, but most of its brain stem remained, and so it was able to live for 18 more months before finally kicking the bucket. An amazing story, really. Shows you just how important one’s head really is…

The Story of Slimderella

Despite having some mutual friends, I’ve never really known Joycelyn well, but I do follow her webcomic The New Adventures of Bobbin! (in fact, I actually remember the old days of Crapman and Shit), even if it’s been stagnating for some weeks now…

Anyway, she apparently worked on another comic for a project of hers in Yale, and I think it’s simply fantastic.

(Edit: The original site seems to be down, so I took the liberty of rescuing it from the Internet Archive and mirroring it on Google Docs.)

So go on over and have a good laugh, as well as (hopefully) learn something about the joys of accepting a healthy weight for yourself…

So says the BoF. =)

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Spaceport Singapore

So. Spaceport Singapore. It even has its own website. I think they’re still trying to get investors for it right now, and it might not happen in the end, but it still sounds like an uber-cool prospect.

(This comes from someone who used to be a Star Wars, and sci-fi in general, fan. I doubt I’ll be seeing X-Wings taking off anytime soon, though.)

Cooking 201

It’s a relatively free day for me today (if I ignore all the copious amounts of assigned work there is left to do) so I decided to indulge in a good lunch today.

Cooking has always seemed to be a terribly inefficient activity to me – I took half an hour to prepare this meal, and barely ten minutes to finish it. This doesn’t include washing time. However, I really quite enjoy it, almost as much as I enjoy eating my more successful attempts. It’s like… extra nice after you put in all that effort, somehow.

(I wonder if this theory applies to animals you rear.)

Anyway, today I decided to do some crispy Kung Pao chicken. It looked really good while I was doing it (even if I probably use too much oil for my own good), so I decided to immortalise it on this blog for all to see. Ego boost! =P


1) Coating the chicken pieces with flour. I think I added too much, actually, it turned out to be crispier than expected, but hey, who’s complaining?


2) Semi-deep frying the chicken. Yummy.


3) After some elaborate magic involving putting aside the fried pieces, draining the oil, and throwing everything back in with some red chilli…


4) The almighty Kung Pao sauce! Alright, so I haven’t got to the point where I make my own sauces (and probably never will). Oh Lee Kum Kee, whatever will I do without you?


5) Throw in the sauce, throw in some noodles…


6) Add a fried egg for some heart-clogging cholesterol, some fried shallots (because vegetables are always good, even if deep-fried and devoid of any nutrients) and voila! Lunch is served.

Some people tell me I eat too unhealthily. I wonder why.

I also wonder what’s for dinner. Hmm…

Geek Overload

Google is sucking up my life. A short inventory of all my online activity reveals that most of it is Google-owned or affiliated. Email? Check. Blog? Check. Calendar? Check. Videos? Check.

Just yesterday I discovered the wonders of Google Reader, which is essentially a RSS aggregator, something like Bloglines. Essentially it automatically notifies me when websites (such as blogs) I monitor are updated, as long as they support feeds. Web browsing? Check.

Also new to me were Picasa Web Albums, which offers me an easy way to mass upload my photos. I’d previously avoided doing so because I was too lazy to, but now it’s pretty convenient, especially since I was already using Picasa. Photo hosting? Check.

I think I might start on Project 365 myself someday, once I figure out how to best tie it into my blog, as well as when to properly start. In the meantime, some of my memorable pictures will be up on the right hand side of this blog.

I should really get started on my work sometime.

The Milgram Experiment

We covered the Milgram Experiment in lecture today. I’d read of it before, but somehow viewing it on video was really a lot more… shocking.

I’d like to think that I’d have been stronger than that, that I’d have stopped participating in the experiment before the end, but that is what most of them thought, and most of them continued anyway. If I had been ignorant of the nature of the experiment, I suspect I’d have been one of the 2/3 who carried on till the end.

It’s just really disturbing (and interesting) to know how pliable humans really are, and how easily the WW2 war crimes could theoretically be repeated.