so the del mar science building was closed...
..that's the locale of my meticulous CISCO I lab work. of course i'm not up to speed on where i should be and where i actually am in my CISCO labs, i've been bullshittin' the class since day 1. big deal, i can make three different kinds of cable and test the shit out of them with about eleven different tests according to TIA/EIA standards. that is the essence of CISCO 1 - make cable and test it. oh hey! i made a patch cable! (test it for signal attenuation and discontinuity). hey! i made a rollover cable!(perform a wire map test and search for shorts, open, and good circuits). oh man! i made...a CROSSOVER cable!!!(calculate propagation delay versus discontinuity to create a ratio of volts). i'm somewhat relieved to have a saturday for a change. i'm very used to not having saturdays anymore and being obligated to sacrafice them to the CISCO gods. i bet the CISCO 1 class is so much easier in the public education system versus working independently of an instructor minus class mates my age. my class mates are obese, single, carcinogenic, balding, depressed, obese, obese, and did i mention obese. oh yeah, also the closest person to my age is double my age. now that outcome of classmates presents itself in one of two ways. one - i am ahead of the game and somehow going out of my way to participate in some degree program that offers a decent half time job to pay myself thru college, assuming i do in fact attend a college of choice. two - i am well on my way to throwing away whatever ideals i once had about dignity and devoting my life to the servitude of advanced cro-magnon man, a.k.a - the working man. not your blue collar man, but your white collar man. the white collar man that waits in anxiety about what his wife's next hideous concoction on the dinner table will be and whether or not she is still infused with the high school libido she once possessed before marriage. either way, i don't like the results. i don't like computers, but i know them inside out. i kno the important aspects at least, not the accessorized portion of operating systems such of the likes of oh say, flash media and html. without my people(comms), you people(artsy html people) wouldn't have a chance on conveying your ideas across the infinitely expanding ".com" world. that felt quite satisfying to eject my harmful energy. a lot of my basic motor function is somewhat blurred from a long night prior. given that i watch fight club engaged in this self revelation, i find myself infused with palanhuik-esque demeanor. it's interesting because i can't make sense of whenever i move my feet i feel this abstract tingle like little men are shooting my feet with little man bullets from their little man bullet guns. it's a shame that guns aren't involved in the political correction scam, you kno, all those euphamisms. i see guns being called something along the lines of handheld combustion percussion projectile distributor. and guns will be sold underground as HCPPD's. eat your heart out george lucas. wait for it, the internet being a drug. internet will be distributed in time frames. internet will be neo heroine and it will be called...neonet. neonet will be sought after like water in a desert. there will be a world waged war about neonet for everyone and insurgents attempting to down the almighty neonet. and then, when it seems like all hell has broken loose, gackt(satan), will shed the blood of the innocent in the name of whatever he stands for. eat your heart out kalan contreras.