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Edward Hartwick: on 2/24/09, i turn 11,000 days old
Jennifer Shindley: You’ve got entirely too much time on your hands.
Jennifer Shindley: Calculate mine!
Edward Hartwick: i cant, it took me like 15 mins
Edward Hartwick: and yours is more difficult cause youre farther along in the year.. its easy for me to take my 1st year into account cause i just have to subtract 12 from 365
Edward Hartwick: but about 7:30pm eastern tonight, i turn 10,709 days old
Edward Hartwick: and thats taking into account daylight savings too
Jennifer Shindley: You’re like the biggest nerd ever.
Edward Hartwick: ya wanna know what got me to do it?
Jennifer Shindley: ?
Edward Hartwick: i’m listening to the Tool album, 10,000 Days.. and so im like.. how many years is that? and it turns out to be a little more than 27 yrs
Edward Hartwick: so i’m like.. damnit, i missed it, i wanna know by how much and when 11,000 will be
Edward Hartwick: thats what made me do it
Edward Hartwick: the big thing is making sure you account for leap years and the “end cap” years
Edward Hartwick: 366 * # of full leap years, 365 * # of full non-leap years, along with the number of full days you lived in your birth year, plus the number of full days youve lived so far in 08
Edward Hartwick: and dont forget that 2000 was not a leap year
Edward Hartwick: but your leap + non-leap should be 1 less than your actual age (cause you havent had your birthday yet)
Edward Hartwick: so adding all those days up gets you what you’ll be at the time of your birth today
Edward Hartwick: if you count today in the 2008 mix
Edward Hartwick: Ed FTW

(Via Cam)

A: hillarity will ensue, i just bought the domain jerkin.us, just to create stop.jerkin.us
J: You seriously did?
J: That’s brilliant.
A: yes i certainly did
J: I’m gonna create a subdomain called ‘pleasestart’.
A: oh yes all sorts of funny vhosts to be had

I officially have eight minutes left of my work day, and here I am, writing to you. I’m spending the last eight minutes of my day, here. With you. That says something, doesn’t it?

I wonder how much I can type in oh.. seven minutes now.

Hmm.

I could give you blips of what’s gone on in the last, oh, four months. My nephew, Griffin, was born. I won a photography contest. I’m taking a trip to Montreal in April. (Tabarnac!) I recently got back into contact with Gloria. I got a roommate that is polyamorous, and I’m telling you, that shit’s better than Guiding Light - I can’t stop listening to her stories about how her main boyfriend is dating H, but she wants to marry her main boyfriend, but that’s not going to change anything in the ways of their arrangement, and then somehow, all three of them wind up in my living room watching movies one night, and wow. She’s great, though - couldn’t ask for a better roommate. Oh, I know there’s other stuff. I’m too busy scoping the clock out, because hey, in uh, look at that. Three minutes, I’m out of here. It’s off to the store, then to come home and start mass amounts of laundry that could likely clothe a mid-size village in Kenya, and clean my bathroom.

This is my life. I know right now, you’re jealous. Don’t even try to hide it, y’all. You, too, wish you could come over and clean the depths of my toilet.

Maybe tonight, I’ll blow up some nazis with G. Nothing says kickass Monday night in Casa Shindley like blowing some nazi’s head off, then knifing his crotch til there’s nothing left!

I’m leaving work now. 4pm, straight up. Happy Monday!

There are two parts. So, with that, I give you… TOM ET SES CHUMS! (via Garret)

Well, I’ve decided to jump on the weight loss bandwagon, for the 8,200,384th time. Hey, as long as I’m trying that’s all that counts, right? Calorie counting has always worked well with me. It’s basic, nearly everything has labels with calories splayed across it, and it doesn’t require much effort. I decided to give this another go when I stepped on the scale yesterday morning, and nearly fainted from the number that came up. It’s easy to let yourself fall into a depression when nearly everything in your life seems out of whack, but I’m determined to not let it get me down too much. The job search has been emotionally taxing, to say the least, and the stress of needing to find something in the matter of six weeks before unemployment runs out, has driven me to stuff my face with pretty much anything and everything. It’s always been my vice; my comfort. It’s also going to kill me, if I don’t put a stop to it.

On a lighter note, I met a cool chick friend named Chris, via Facebook’s ‘new to Portland’ thread. We hung out last night, talked boys, religion, work, past, present, etc. It was fun getting out and meeting someone I have some things in common with. I’m not generally good at meeting people, so this was nice. Hopefully she and I can get together soon.

Been playing World of Warcraft with Paul, Wade, Cam, and Branden. Seems we have the perfect little group going. We’re around level 10. Branden likes to kill poor innocent rabbits with one slight of his hand, just because he can. He’s a meanie, and a twisted little bugger - that’s why we get along, I think. Wade likes to talk on the voice chat thing in the game, like it’s a CB radio.

Me: K, so let’s meet in Razor Hill, Kshhh, over.
Paul: Fine.
Me: You didn’t say over, over.
Paul: *sigh*… Over. You’re crazy. I just want you to know that.
Me: Over.
Paul: What?
Me: You didn’t say over twice, over.
Paul: *sigh*…. Good God. Over.
Me: Copy that. 10-4, good buddy.

I’m a nerd. And I love every minute of it.

(Stolen from Jeremy)

So, you remember me telling you about my iBook issues? It spans back about three years. You can read about them here and here. If you want the very short version, I got stuck with a crappy logic board in my iBook, and I’ve had it replaced four times. It died just recently, again, what would have been the fifth logic board replacement. Rather than sending it in, I called Apple, and got Tony. I wanted a replacement machine, because I was tired of dealing with sending my machine off every six months. Tony couldn’t help me. Tony told me he could only give me half off a new machine. Granted, that’s more than most computer companies would do for you, considering my machine’s three years old at least, and has been out of warranty for two of those three years. I wasn’t satisfied, however. I felt that I wouldn’t have to get a new machine, had their logic boards made for my machine not been ghetto. I had read about people getting their machines replaced for the same thing I was experiencing. I took on Apple. Got transferred around. Then came Nick. Nick was my guy. I talked to him today, and guess what? I won the Apple war. They’re sending me a purdy new Macbook . I have to say, I’m really impressed with Apple. I think I had this machine coming, what with all the trouble I’ve had with my other machine. I sort of expected a refurbished machine; not a brand new one that’s way better than my iBook G3. Nick, you’re the man. Thanks for really great customer service. Eat your heart out, Microsoft. I’ll always be an Apple Grrl.