So, my final year project if finally taking shape. I have the code together to do the encryption rounds of AES, meaning that all I have to do is write input and output, and invert a couple of extant functions and I have the full AES implementation. That'll be 2/5 of the total code done. Then I just have to do encryption and decryption using RSA (1/5 each), and a key generation routine for each. I can see this taking shape now. If only I had promised to have it done for, say, Wednesday week rather than Thursday as I have a Mathematica workbook I need to set running on a timer-based system that I haven't yet had a chance to look at. I need that done by Thursday AM for the meeting then. From having a crushing workload I'm starting to get back into my usual pattern of dicking around while about 9 pm and then working through till 3 or 4 in the morning. Ahh, my old routine.
Quitting smoking didn't work as well as I had hoped. Needing nicotine to work through some stress last night, I've taken to smoking occasional rollups when I have a need for a cig (stress-related mainly, the rest is breaking a trend of having a cig when I go for a walk). Fortunately, as I already had some Golden Virginia, the rollups are dirt cheap. This is good. Work, cigarettes and coffee past sundown. I am back in my element at last.
Iceland has given me two week's worth of food for fifteen quid. Nice food, at that. Decent oven chips that aren't the thin crap that seem to be the only analogy in the US, proper thick chips with a crispy outer and soft potato inside. Mmm, chips and battered chicken.
Related to the earlier post about having a large workload, lots of stress and no motivation, my daytime activities have been mostly concerned with getting my (now not too shabby) collection of Gundam kits up to speed. All the Wing kits are now painted and glued properly, even the two let-downs of the collection, cheap knockoffs of the Hellscythe-Kai and the Heavyarms-Kai. More will be forthcoming for anyone interested when I get a film for my camera for to add pictures. That Heavyarms-Kai is now pointing towards my door in full "Are you looking at my pint?" configuration, rockets and guns everywhere. Fun. Of course, now I've run out of the damn things to paint (save my Master Grade GP-01 and ZetaPlus, and I'm waiting before touching them). I might clean my room tomorrow daytime, it needs it.
The Werewolf Forum is a better place once more. Things have calmed down, there are no more self-righteous arseholes that don't even bother to make their posts funny, and most of the new people are clueful. Hell, Silverfeet's slowly making herself known again. That should say it all.
So yeah, life could be better but it's certainly not bad.
Snuffy's Suicide Attempts
Poor baby, life is rough for you, huh? No one
seems to see you, no one notices your pain--
except for your friend Big Bird, but he's alway
off hanging out with his other friends. You
wish you were him, all happy and curious and
popular and bright yellow. You feel like his
shadow anymore, like the only reason you exist
is to amuse him. It's hard being somebody's
imaginary friend. But stop trying to kill
yourself--imaginary people can't kill
themselves. Sorry. And hey, maybe tomorrow
you'll feel better!
Someday people will see you, I promise.
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Quitting smoking didn't work as well as I had hoped. Needing nicotine to work through some stress last night, I've taken to smoking occasional rollups when I have a need for a cig (stress-related mainly, the rest is breaking a trend of having a cig when I go for a walk). Fortunately, as I already had some Golden Virginia, the rollups are dirt cheap. This is good. Work, cigarettes and coffee past sundown. I am back in my element at last.
Iceland has given me two week's worth of food for fifteen quid. Nice food, at that. Decent oven chips that aren't the thin crap that seem to be the only analogy in the US, proper thick chips with a crispy outer and soft potato inside. Mmm, chips and battered chicken.
Related to the earlier post about having a large workload, lots of stress and no motivation, my daytime activities have been mostly concerned with getting my (now not too shabby) collection of Gundam kits up to speed. All the Wing kits are now painted and glued properly, even the two let-downs of the collection, cheap knockoffs of the Hellscythe-Kai and the Heavyarms-Kai. More will be forthcoming for anyone interested when I get a film for my camera for to add pictures. That Heavyarms-Kai is now pointing towards my door in full "Are you looking at my pint?" configuration, rockets and guns everywhere. Fun. Of course, now I've run out of the damn things to paint (save my Master Grade GP-01 and ZetaPlus, and I'm waiting before touching them). I might clean my room tomorrow daytime, it needs it.
The Werewolf Forum is a better place once more. Things have calmed down, there are no more self-righteous arseholes that don't even bother to make their posts funny, and most of the new people are clueful. Hell, Silverfeet's slowly making herself known again. That should say it all.
So yeah, life could be better but it's certainly not bad.
Snuffy's Suicide Attempts
Poor baby, life is rough for you, huh? No one
seems to see you, no one notices your pain--
except for your friend Big Bird, but he's alway
off hanging out with his other friends. You
wish you were him, all happy and curious and
popular and bright yellow. You feel like his
shadow anymore, like the only reason you exist
is to amuse him. It's hard being somebody's
imaginary friend. But stop trying to kill
yourself--imaginary people can't kill
themselves. Sorry. And hey, maybe tomorrow
you'll feel better!
Someday people will see you, I promise.
Which Sesame Street Muppet's Dark Secret Are You?
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What in a cemetery are you? by FictionalVixen.
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And yeah, while there have been a couple of self-righteous asses as of late, Achilles is still getting banned, and Silverfeet is at least back. I think that says it all.
And since I get the feeling you might actually know. . . For the record, what the hell is the difference between what you guys call "chips" and what we incorrectly refer to as French fries? I know that American and English chips are two entirely different things, but the English chips always struck me as being like fries. Is there a difference there?
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A chip is a long piece of potato at least half an inch on a side (for a proper chip). They are usually deep fried till the outside is just crisp yet the inside is soft and fluffy.
Chips sound more like our steak fries, only a crispier outside. In other words, I can see why you folks over there love them so much. I mean, hell, a good plate of steak fries with the right seasoning is fine with me.
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Ya know, I almost played the cover of that song by the Electric Hellfire Club this evening. Instead I opted for their remake of INXS's Devil Inside; I was going to follow it up with a loop tape of one of the early-morning gospel shows, but the next DJ actually arrived on time. Rats! Leave it to punctuality to ruin a decent dose of perversity!
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That doesn't mean I have great taste in music. It means I used to have a habit that might have given me AIDS.
In lighter news, I don't have AIDS. And I'm loyal and nice to girls now. Honest.
And the Forums are better, too. A *little* bit.
Fluh-CHING!
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French Fries taste like French people.
Crazy? Crazy with concern over my taste buds, maybe. So crazy that it must be true.
Fluh-CHING!
And if French people taste like those overcooked, oversalted things from McVomit, remind me to stay even farther from France than I originally intended.
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Fluh-CHING!