Y'all already know it, but it's worth repeating. There's a whole lot to be thankful for.

Ok. I haven't blogged about many happenings recently, but I just wanted to pose a challenge out - the cracker challenge. This was done last weekend when everyone was cottonmouthed and said "One minute!? That's hecka time! Hell yeah I can do it." And I found that amusing. So here it is: eat 5 saltine crackers in less than a minute. No drinks, completely swallowed. If you can do it, you're not of this world.



And I'll elaborate more fully on other happenings later.

For me, it's times like last Saturday that when you think about it, it just puts a smile on your face. Times like those are usually embarrassing.

Birthday shot out to Ms. Roxy. Twenty-one starts the fun. Drink and be merry.

What's comin' up for my winter quarter? Senior Design Project. It's actually a lot of work that's supposed to be done throughout the year. My group and I have come up with three games that we plan on developing. Let me know if you've heard any of these titles, as these are the titles we have come up with tentatively:

- "The Myth of Mezeroth"

- "Intergalactic Build-a-Bot"

- "Photo Frenzy"

Haha. Gonna be a bitch to make.

Going back to my previous blog about Donovan McNabb and also after reading Jero's blog, I've come to the conclusion that the next time I get hurt, I really should play through it. Granted, I'm still a weakling afraid of getting hurt and I don't get paid to play, but if McNabb can play on a broken ankle... well. Damn. That's a broken ankle. Nearly 3 hours of football against superfast defenders and still completes 80% of his passes for 4 touchdowns. Or was it 3? Nonetheless, I'm still impressed.

Back to the subject of football: this cartoon has it right. And speaking of Donovan McNabb, that guy is insane. How do you play nearly 4 quarters of tackle football on a broken ankle? Amazing. I'd say it's the performance of the year. But it was also against the Cardinals.

See that noggin of mine to the left?



There's nothing in there.

LOL. I guess it's something I just have to laugh about. It's great when your idiocy, laziness, and procastination combine to form one huge blunder that other people will surely look at and think poorly of me. School sucks! And my retardedness knows no bounds.

Ok, perhaps it's a little premature, but I'm just letting y'all know about some happenings comin' at ya' in the near future. New Year's party, my place. Tahoe 2003, tentatively first weekend of January. Let me know if you're interested.

Bring on Jeff Chandler, 4th round pick, rookie out of Florida. Cut Cortez, XFL castaway, loser off of a soccer team. You know why he's not playing soccer, his favorite sport? Cuz he fuckin' can't kick.

Dammit! You damn bastard! Cut Cortez immediately! There's no more room for a little bastard like that.

Jeff's obsession with homosexuality is disturbing. Perhaps he has another secret that hasn't been shared yet. Don't worry though, all your friends accept you for the way you are. You don't need to front any more. Preach tolerance.

Man. The best class is a cancelled class. Thank you, professor.

So in reminiscing about my days at Cisco, I've come up with a couple of things to remember for when I start my own company. As I discussed with Jeff, it's when you don't have it that you truly appreciate what you had. And in that sense, having free drinks at your disposal was something I can now truly appreciate. Imagine having 3 fridges of drinks similar to the ones you'd find at a local 7-11, one devoted to bottled waters, and the other devoted to sodas, juices, and other assorted drinks. Not only that, but there were several different blends of coffee, numerous choices of teas, and free popcorn. So, for those of you who are my future employees, you can look forward to having such luxuries. Similarly, I didn't really appreciate Fridays at Cisco as much as I can now. Having a couple of beers with coworkers on Fridays, in retrospect, rocked. At the time I thought it was just a cool "hey I don't have to do work right now if I have a beer with my boss and coworkers"-type deal. And that's still kind of what it is, but it's still cool to just have a beer at work. Now, at Sun, such luxuries are but figments of imaginations that harkens back to the days of the Silicon Valley boom. I'll tell coworkers that one thing I thought was cool at Cisco was the breakrooms, and they'll just say that it's a cool idea but can't comprehend and truly appreciate the breakroom's importance to company morale. Here at Sun, we get free coffee (usually yucky tasting) and an assortment of teas that lack in quality. I've been drinking hot cocoa, firstly because it's the only thing I like here, and secondly, that's pretty much as far as the selection goes. We get water but you have to poor it in a cup. And that leads to a rather indifferent feel to the company morale, in my opinion. I don't care how Sun does, but I thought Cisco was the best thing happening.



So, in all, when I start my own company, free drinks and assorted snacks, beer Fridays and other Cisco influences will be around. Or I'll just go back and work for them... if they were to hire me.

I put up some new video which you can check out here.

So I got my midterms from Friday back today and whaddya know, I did better than I expected. And I would hope so too because when you expect to get the lowest grade in the class, it should be easy to get better, right? As far as what I got, for all you overachievers, it's not that great, but for me, I'm borderline happy.

It was bound to happen sooner or later... I've moved my site from /djreyes to /jeng. Uhm... I thought it made sense to do it because I'd kind of like a professional site thing and "jeng" as a "professional" name isn't.

"They call them fingers, but I never see them fing.



Oh. There they go."



Haha! The Simpsons is awesome.

Finally.

Dude. Let me tell you. Replacing the headlight bulb on my 1990 Acura Integra sucked ass. Now first of all, even though I'm an "engineer" per se, I'm not an auto mechanic or whatever. And I'll admit I'm not the brightest when it comes to cars. But this should've been a really, really easy thing to do, right? So with sparse documentation, I couldn't figure out how to get access to the bulb. To make matters worse, the room they give you to work with is super tiny. I was thinkin', "what the heck, man?" But then if you think about it, it makes sense. Over in Japan, they have smaller hands. But man, was it ever a biatch getting it out.



On a lighter note, I know a lot of people don't like the rain, but I actually kinda like it. I mean, I think I'd get sick of it after awhile if it happened excessively, but in general, California weather isn't rainy much. And along with changing my headlight bulb came changing my windshield wipers because man, oh man, the ride home was an adventure. It was like I was driving without my glasses, and if you know how bad my eyesight is, yikes. So tomorrow I'm looking forward to using my new windshield wipers. It's like I have a brand new car now. New headlights, new wiper blades. Oooh Weee.



If it weren't for my damn midterms tomorrow, today would be a fricken' awesome day. More or less.

Happy Birthday, Pops! I know you don't read this... at least I hope you don't... But hey... here's to progression.

Ugh. Gonna be a long day today.

Oh yeah. And so not only do I have two midterms and a quiz on Friday, but I have a whole shitload of work that I need to do for work. Dude. I so need a party to go to. I want to drink and be merry.

I'm such a geek.



"There are only 10 types of people in the world: Those who understand binary, and those who don't."



Unfortunately, my geekiness doesn't extend to studying and school.

Ain't this fun? Tomorrow, I have a midterm. Friday, I have two midterms and a quiz.



Tomorrow, I don't know anything about the subject matter, so I gotta study a whole damn lot. And Friday... well Friday... you know how when you took Psychology and they talked about behavior stuff and that eventually, giving an electric shock to something eventually made that something stop doing something in fear of the consequences? You would think I've gotten enough of those electric shocks by now. I mean, nearly 4 years of college and here I am, still procrastinating and not doing well. I soooo shouldn't have been an engineer. Oh man. I hate engineering. And I hate school. And as for Friday, what I know now will surely not be enough. And what I learn later today and tomorrow will hopefully be enough to get me a passing grade. Hopefully. Friday... Yikes.

I need to play football.

So I'm perusing through my emails and reading the subjects that I get for my school account. One subject line reads "Domestic Violence Training" from a student at Santa Clara University. I'm thinking this is a peculiar subject line... Wouldn't you agree, Ike?

Weekend updates have been scarce around these parts but I figure that since procrastination still controls me, I thought I'd put into words what I did in reality. So about here, you can stop reading because I know this interests no one.



On the work front, my boss gave me a rather ample amount of work to do so on Friday I was stuck there till around 6:30ish (which reminds me, I brought home some work to do which I still have to do). Following that, my cousin picked me up and we headed over to my other cousin's surprise birthday party over at Gordon Biersch. I didn't drink as much as I was hoping but it was a buffet. And, uh, I was hungry. I didn't know Gordon Biersch had buffets.



Saturday we played some football in the afternoon and my body still hasn't forgiven me. I'm pretty damn sore. On a sidenote, I can't find my frickin' new football. Dammit! I left it in the Suburban last week, never took it out, and when I go look for it again today, it's not in there. What the hell is that? My sister's the one who's been using the Suburban and she says she doesn't know of a football that was in there. I think she's lying. Hahaha.



Later in the evening, we watched The Ring. I thought the movie was good and at the time, pretty damn scary. And on the way home it was pretty scary, too. So, I'm a big fraidy cat.



Sunday I watched the Niners beat the Raiders. Just when I was growing in confidence with Mr. Cortez, you find out he's on the Raider-fan's payroll. Hey kicker! Just because your family roots for the Raiders doesn't mean you are one. Sheesh.



And now I think I should work on the work I need to work on.

Nothing yesterday.

It was happy Halloween.

But I stayed home. Bored.