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You know how people pat their pockets when they realize they've forgotten something that would go in their pockets? Today I stopped in the middle of the street to pat the areas where my underwear should have been when I realized I'd forgotten to put it on.
......... I mean, uh, hi. 'sup.
Today I also learned that I hate playing chess against a computer. That was when I became cognizant that most of my chess strategies revolve around knowing how humans think, watching and predicting human reactions, and setting up traps that a weak human mind would fall for. Not to say I had difficulty with the computer, because it was on the easy level, but I hated not knowing what kind of reactions the damned thing was programmed to have. It was really funny to see the series of "oh fuck" moves -- the desperate, last draw, covering-one's-ass kind of moves -- it made towards the end, but that was even more unsettling because I wasn't sitting across from someone saying "oh fuck." There was also this really moronic thing I did -- well, whatever, no one cares about what moves I made. ON THE BRIGHT SIDE, I now know that the best way to defeat someone who's used to playing a computer is to make unpredictable moves not based on pure logic and long-ranging plans. Which is, incidentally, how I beat my girlfriend the last time we played. HA. I will defeat your strategy with my real-time tactics! *shot*
Sooooooooo my job is done for the summer. It'll pick up in September, with the -- DUN DUN DUNN -- Toronto International Film Festival. Yeah, that's right bitch, I get to be an usher for one of the most famous film festivals in the world. Fuck yeah. It's probably going to suck balls, but at least I'll get to see some of it for free. And in the meantime -- I need to find another job. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. One of the last things we did this year was this fancypants rich-people conference thingy with all these pretentious "intellectuals" and businessmen who paid $4000 to stimulate their creativity or something. They were all douchebags, especially the main organizer. I managed to escape much more unscathed than my coworkers, mostly because I'm new and the organizer didn't recognize me/I blended into the crowd, but their demands were completely ridiculous and it was horribly stressful. BUT THERE WAS ONE POINT WHEN - well, okay, one of our duties is to tell people not to bring coffee/juice/etc. into the theater. And apparently I made this guy throw out his coffee without even knowing who he was. At least, I think that's the guy, from what I gather from what my shift captain said when he came over to congratulate me for inadvertently being awesome. How he knew who the guy was, I don't know. Oh wait, he's in International Politics -- I always think of him as an English major because that's what he babbles about the most, but I think he has a double major. Had. He just graduated. And. Uh. Yeah. Ummmmmmmmmm. Yeah. Shut your face, Kathy, I don't want to hear it.
And -- yeah. I'm done babbling incoherently now.
......... I mean, uh, hi. 'sup.
Today I also learned that I hate playing chess against a computer. That was when I became cognizant that most of my chess strategies revolve around knowing how humans think, watching and predicting human reactions, and setting up traps that a weak human mind would fall for. Not to say I had difficulty with the computer, because it was on the easy level, but I hated not knowing what kind of reactions the damned thing was programmed to have. It was really funny to see the series of "oh fuck" moves -- the desperate, last draw, covering-one's-ass kind of moves -- it made towards the end, but that was even more unsettling because I wasn't sitting across from someone saying "oh fuck." There was also this really moronic thing I did -- well, whatever, no one cares about what moves I made. ON THE BRIGHT SIDE, I now know that the best way to defeat someone who's used to playing a computer is to make unpredictable moves not based on pure logic and long-ranging plans. Which is, incidentally, how I beat my girlfriend the last time we played. HA. I will defeat your strategy with my real-time tactics! *shot*
Sooooooooo my job is done for the summer. It'll pick up in September, with the -- DUN DUN DUNN -- Toronto International Film Festival. Yeah, that's right bitch, I get to be an usher for one of the most famous film festivals in the world. Fuck yeah. It's probably going to suck balls, but at least I'll get to see some of it for free. And in the meantime -- I need to find another job. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. One of the last things we did this year was this fancypants rich-people conference thingy with all these pretentious "intellectuals" and businessmen who paid $4000 to stimulate their creativity or something. They were all douchebags, especially the main organizer. I managed to escape much more unscathed than my coworkers, mostly because I'm new and the organizer didn't recognize me/I blended into the crowd, but their demands were completely ridiculous and it was horribly stressful. BUT THERE WAS ONE POINT WHEN - well, okay, one of our duties is to tell people not to bring coffee/juice/etc. into the theater. And apparently I made this guy throw out his coffee without even knowing who he was. At least, I think that's the guy, from what I gather from what my shift captain said when he came over to congratulate me for inadvertently being awesome. How he knew who the guy was, I don't know. Oh wait, he's in International Politics -- I always think of him as an English major because that's what he babbles about the most, but I think he has a double major. Had. He just graduated. And. Uh. Yeah. Ummmmmmmmmm. Yeah. Shut your face, Kathy, I don't want to hear it.
And -- yeah. I'm done babbling incoherently now.