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So... after a bit of a sabbatical, I guess I have things to say. Or maybe I don't but battlefield 2 isn't entertaining me enough currently, I have little in the way of homework, and am generally listless. Either way, I feel like further defecating upon the internet in the hopes that someone reads this and actually has some modicum of interest. As it stands, I kind of will have put this out there anyway, so you can't make me take it back. nyah nyah nyah.
Anyway, been a long time since I put anything up here, so understandably, a fair amount of stuff has gone on in my life. That and I kind of lost motivation to do this because I had only really started as a means to talk to my now-ex-girlfriend. But I think I've pretty well reached catharsis on that issue by now, thanks to dating Kari. Which happened winter break '05/'06.
Other minor details include teaching the new freshmen at the naval academy how to fire the m9 9mm barretta service pistol, getting to requalify (double expert) on the m9 and the m16a3, and to shoot the mp5 submachine gun and m4 carbine with ACOG optical sight. Managed to not get shot. Overall, a pretty good experience; long hours, hot days, and a strained ligament aside. Managed to probably be in the pinnacle appearance I've ever been at thanks to a couple hours of beach lifting a day.
Before that was the spring semester, I managed to do well in classes and halfway decent in crew. I was the alternate for the first boat, so I spent most of the season rowing 7 seat for the second boat, but I was in and out of the first boat for a few races, including the Head of the Charles, which was a great time. We ended up getting 10th place in the IRAs, which for a bunch of non-recruited guys from around the country, doesn't ring too sour in my mouth, however I'm still looking forward to a better year cuz the youngsters now could bury the hell out of the firsties that graduated. IMHO.
Still dating Kari, still surviving the Academy, going to see Kari this weekend, don't have practice all weekend, going to DC. Life is Good. Brother out of the Corps, networking hardcore to get me in. Hopefully coming back to Hudson early for the sake of selling the Academy to HHS, where I will know none of the students, but I'm okay with that: I know a few of the teachers still, though I hear a lot of them are leaving too.
Classes this year are interesting, increasingly so in computers. I've learned the rudimentaries of becoming a spammer/hacker thanks to the wonder of regular expressions and the simplicity of the basic computer defenses that people have when they don't have firewalls and such. And you just pick these things up as a matter of learning how to defend systems. It's pretty freaking sweet. And to do all this you just happen to pick up scripting languages, at least to some degrees. HTML and PERL are just assumed knowledge, and they might cover them in some classes, but I guess that's the inherent risk of taking classes out of your matrix.
Life is pretty damn good. I'm feeling pretty damn good, even when I'm exhausted like I am now. And yeah, I'm rocking out pretty hard on the water, so I'll see about making the first boat and being able to see some family down at the Oklahoma Regatta (kind of a strange place to be racing crew, but whatever, they seem to have bodies of water, or at least so they claim).
I think I may end up doing this more often, this has been kind of cathartic to put some things into text. Of course, I can't write it all down for the sake of legalities, other individuals privacies, and of course than miniscule modicum of decency that has not yet surrendered to my misanthropy.
Greg
Anyway, been a long time since I put anything up here, so understandably, a fair amount of stuff has gone on in my life. That and I kind of lost motivation to do this because I had only really started as a means to talk to my now-ex-girlfriend. But I think I've pretty well reached catharsis on that issue by now, thanks to dating Kari. Which happened winter break '05/'06.
Other minor details include teaching the new freshmen at the naval academy how to fire the m9 9mm barretta service pistol, getting to requalify (double expert) on the m9 and the m16a3, and to shoot the mp5 submachine gun and m4 carbine with ACOG optical sight. Managed to not get shot. Overall, a pretty good experience; long hours, hot days, and a strained ligament aside. Managed to probably be in the pinnacle appearance I've ever been at thanks to a couple hours of beach lifting a day.
Before that was the spring semester, I managed to do well in classes and halfway decent in crew. I was the alternate for the first boat, so I spent most of the season rowing 7 seat for the second boat, but I was in and out of the first boat for a few races, including the Head of the Charles, which was a great time. We ended up getting 10th place in the IRAs, which for a bunch of non-recruited guys from around the country, doesn't ring too sour in my mouth, however I'm still looking forward to a better year cuz the youngsters now could bury the hell out of the firsties that graduated. IMHO.
Still dating Kari, still surviving the Academy, going to see Kari this weekend, don't have practice all weekend, going to DC. Life is Good. Brother out of the Corps, networking hardcore to get me in. Hopefully coming back to Hudson early for the sake of selling the Academy to HHS, where I will know none of the students, but I'm okay with that: I know a few of the teachers still, though I hear a lot of them are leaving too.
Classes this year are interesting, increasingly so in computers. I've learned the rudimentaries of becoming a spammer/hacker thanks to the wonder of regular expressions and the simplicity of the basic computer defenses that people have when they don't have firewalls and such. And you just pick these things up as a matter of learning how to defend systems. It's pretty freaking sweet. And to do all this you just happen to pick up scripting languages, at least to some degrees. HTML and PERL are just assumed knowledge, and they might cover them in some classes, but I guess that's the inherent risk of taking classes out of your matrix.
Life is pretty damn good. I'm feeling pretty damn good, even when I'm exhausted like I am now. And yeah, I'm rocking out pretty hard on the water, so I'll see about making the first boat and being able to see some family down at the Oklahoma Regatta (kind of a strange place to be racing crew, but whatever, they seem to have bodies of water, or at least so they claim).
I think I may end up doing this more often, this has been kind of cathartic to put some things into text. Of course, I can't write it all down for the sake of legalities, other individuals privacies, and of course than miniscule modicum of decency that has not yet surrendered to my misanthropy.
Greg