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Anyone happen to know why Windows Media Player doesn't open anymore?
Sep. 20th, 2004
Megas XLR people: http://freewaymonkey.no-ip.com/megas -- got Battle Royale up there. I had to download WMP10 to view it, so either it's on a funky new codec or I was just behind the times. YMMV.
Stuff will get added to that directory as I finish downloading it. Be warned that my upstream probably sucks; also, you probably want to use a download manager like getright, because that directory is sitting on my local machine which has a habit of being rebooted, crashing, getting kicked from IU's network, et cetera. Also also, if you use something like getright, don't do that thing where you ask it to segment it and download it in pieces all at once or whatever. That massacres my computer's performance, and if I start thinking that downloadage is slowing me down, I WILL move the files off the server.
Yeah. I feel like a playground monitor for some reason... but you never can tell when you'll run into one of those Everywhere I Have To Be Is Important people who figure they're the only ones what matter.
In non-Megas news, today we got assigned groups for the final project in english class. Groups. Ugh. I hate groupwork, especially when it's for something IMPORTANT like, oh, THE FINAL PROJECT. Instructor split us into gender-segregated groups, which means I am stuck with two other girls. Oh, I've got nothing against either of them personally; they both seem like nice enough people. But... I just don't get girls. They, I dunno, shop and stuff. Makes no sense. I work better with guys. They make sense, for the most part, and the caring about what overpaid men do with various ball-or-ellipsoid-shaped items, I can overlook.
He told us that the first thing our groups should do was make up names for ourselves, like apparently they do on The Apprentice or whatever that one Trumpy show is/was/whatever. He said our group names could be anything we wanted. So I immediately raised my hand and asked "could our group name be a profanity?" Amusingly, he said yes. If we're willing to say it in class, it can be our name. Damn. I was hoping to call him on that "anything." Heh.
And stuff, and things.
My finger itches. Plus these damn cows take too long to grow up. Their names rock, though: Food, Meat, Beef, StAk (capital A as in long A), and Brgr. Damnéd four-character limit.
Stuff will get added to that directory as I finish downloading it. Be warned that my upstream probably sucks; also, you probably want to use a download manager like getright, because that directory is sitting on my local machine which has a habit of being rebooted, crashing, getting kicked from IU's network, et cetera. Also also, if you use something like getright, don't do that thing where you ask it to segment it and download it in pieces all at once or whatever. That massacres my computer's performance, and if I start thinking that downloadage is slowing me down, I WILL move the files off the server.
Yeah. I feel like a playground monitor for some reason... but you never can tell when you'll run into one of those Everywhere I Have To Be Is Important people who figure they're the only ones what matter.
In non-Megas news, today we got assigned groups for the final project in english class. Groups. Ugh. I hate groupwork, especially when it's for something IMPORTANT like, oh, THE FINAL PROJECT. Instructor split us into gender-segregated groups, which means I am stuck with two other girls. Oh, I've got nothing against either of them personally; they both seem like nice enough people. But... I just don't get girls. They, I dunno, shop and stuff. Makes no sense. I work better with guys. They make sense, for the most part, and the caring about what overpaid men do with various ball-or-ellipsoid-shaped items, I can overlook.
He told us that the first thing our groups should do was make up names for ourselves, like apparently they do on The Apprentice or whatever that one Trumpy show is/was/whatever. He said our group names could be anything we wanted. So I immediately raised my hand and asked "could our group name be a profanity?" Amusingly, he said yes. If we're willing to say it in class, it can be our name. Damn. I was hoping to call him on that "anything." Heh.
And stuff, and things.
My finger itches. Plus these damn cows take too long to grow up. Their names rock, though: Food, Meat, Beef, StAk (capital A as in long A), and Brgr. Damnéd four-character limit.
