Thursday, December 15, 2005

because mark said so

I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY MARK REILING

Thursday, October 20, 2005

I DECLARE WEST COAST SWING TO BE THE COOLEST THING EVAR.

That's right ladies and gentlemen, West Coast Swing is officially the coolest thing, ever. It is rediculously awesome, fun and a great way to spend an evening. Just thought I'd let you all know.

Sunday, October 09, 2005

HPowned

So today I wanted to print a photo from my HP Photosmart printer. Lo and behold, it gave me an error on my ink cartridge! Being the poor college student that I am (with no $30 to speak of to afford a new tri-color ink cartridge) I dialed up HP tech support. I basically got through telling him that my ink cartridge when I recieved the best news in years (well, days anyway): That I get a free replacement cartridge!
Props to Bert, HP tech guy: Bert
"Andrew, I just talked to my supervisor regarding this and I convinced him to send you a new cartridge free of cost because customer satisfaction is our primary goal."

YES! Heh. Heh. Heh.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

So I got bored and THIS happened.

So the other day in CS195 (Introductory web authoring) I got bored. Started doing my HW on my laptop. Part of the assignment was writing a description of yourself. Bored as I was, I just went way overboard when the creative bug hit. But here it is anyway. Hope you enjoy. OSU students especially will enjoy it. Those of you who are not yet college students...just wait. It'll come.

When I was five, my dad started me down the road to being an international spy. First, I was inducted by enrolling into the most prestigious school in spycraft in London, at MI:6. I quickly learned that the most important job in the world was protecting the Queen. My years passed, and I was trained in White Crane kung-fu, ninjitsu, hyashi-ha karate, Tae-Kwon-Do and Krav Maga, the Israeli-Defense force hand-to-hand combat system. By age 12, I could defeat most of my instructors. They called me a "prodigy." I called myself Bob. It was a nice, inconspicuous name, after all. Finally, at the age of 18, I could be taught no more. I could defeat all comers in combat, and was deadly accurate with all weapons. As soon as I was finished, I was sent back to the United States to continue work with the C.I.A. I remember that first day vividly, as I walked onto the campus of Oregon State University, feeling the weight of the responsibility that I was now entrusted with. As the best spy in the world, I had been given the most important task that the C.I.A. had ever given. The very existence of the freedom we now know was entrusted into my hands. I was the head of the recently developed Student Fee Agency (S.F.A.) Dissention had been growing among the students, building as more and more threatened peaceful and horrible things like facebook groups that actually suggested lowering our wonderful fees. This we could not have. Those fees are essential to the survival of the university, the football team, and most importantly, bolstering the president's salary. Quickly I began infiltrating these various dissention groups, a spy in their midst, trying to find out what they were up to, and just what could drive them to do such a thing as dissent against our essential fees! What I found was shocking. Students were disturbed by the $100 building fee, $450 engineering pro-school fee, and for new students, the most essential matriculation fee of $300. How they could not simply adore these invaluable facets of our life as we know it here on OSU's campus, I do not know. Delving deeper into their organizations, I found out their secret plan. Soon, the students were going to push the student government into attempting to lower the fees! The horror of the possibility shocked and appalled me. I almost fainted when I heard it, but managed to regain my composure, and decide what to do next. The first step was to alert the powers that be, and get them informed. The meeting to decide our very fate was tonight! Alas, my cell-phone battery was dead! I was alone, alone and surrounded by the enemy. I knew that I had to get to that undergraduate senate meeting before it was too late. I dashed across campus, and into an air duct that I knew lead to the room above the meeting. It was dark in the tunnels, but i had my LED flashlight with me. Suddenly, I ran into laser mines across the ducts. They must have known I was coming. I pulled out my laptop, logged into my ENGR account and began the path through the SSH shell to find the remote-commands for the mines. After 5 minutes of sweating through the layers of security, I was in. I set their permissions to 777, and the red lights turned off. I was free to continue my journey. Crawling quickly to make up lost time, I finally found myself overlooking the room where the senators sat. I listened to see if I had missed the motion that held the fate of OSU in it's hands. Relieved to find that the conversation was still on the silly notion of removing OSU from the BCS, I listened intently, waiting for the right moment. Suddenly, all was quiet. I readied my laptop, and connected my caribiner to the handily placed loop right over the vent hole. Suddenly I heard some of the most terrifying words: "And now, the motion to lower the abnormally large student fees - let's hear arguments from the proponents." I knew my moment, my purpose in life, had come. Pressing the button on my laptop, the lights in the room switched to permission 700. Only I controlled them. The room plunged into darkness. People below screamed. I kicked through the vent, and zip-lined to the floor, the rope flashing through my gloved fingers. Landing softly on the floor, I came up quickly behind my quarry, knocked him out, and carried his limp body through the doors, to the waiting helicopter outside. I hefted him into a seat, where he was quickly handcuffed. "That will teach him to threaten our wonderful student fees!" I cried jubilantly. Looking up into the helicopter, I saw a familiar face from the past. He reached out a hand and shook mine, and then he spoke. "Well done my son. Like father, like son - protecting the student fees that keep our campus going, keep our football team's drunken parties paid for, and keeping Dr. Edward Ray driving the newest BMW availible." I smiled. It was the first time I had seen him since I had left for spy school. Hearing his praise was all that I wanted, and I had earned it. Encouraged, I smiled, saluted, and the helicopter lifted off into the night sky. My mission was over for the night, but I knew further challenges would come. One regime down, but there would be more. More challenges to our freedom, to the existence of life as we know it at OSU. I will be ready. I will not fail. I am a Student Fee Enforcer.

Sunday, October 02, 2005

The Next Project - $9 Custom Case

Well, I'm back again with another White Trash Mod *TM*. Last time we saw the amazing Plywood, Wall-Mounted computer. This week, I decided to spice my life up a bit. Put it on fire, if you will. I am building a new computer. The issue at hand is, I'm a poor college student. Like, if i get hungry on a night when food isn't provided for me, I just might go eat what i can find outside in the dumpsters. (Ok, not really, but it's close to that.) Anyway, being the poor schmoe that I am, I was at a loss when building this new PC. I didn't have money for a case! Alas! What's a poor boy to do?! Call his friends of course. My trusty homeboy Josh happened to have a spare plain 'ol beige computer case sitting around. And by sitting, I mean scattered in parts across his room, and we spent about 10 minutes just finding the darn pieces for it. But, it's plain white! How can I stick my new l337 system in a white case? It just ain't natural I tell ya! So I took my sorry self on down to fred-meyer and picked up a few rattle cans, determined to beat the odds and have a smokin' machine, both inside and out. 2 days and 2 cans of spraypaint later, my new beast was finished.

Workin' on the flames layer:


Workin' on the flames layer:


Right side:


Left side:


Front:


Hey. It ain't a Falcon-NW or Voodoo Automotive-paint uber job...But I'd say it's pretty awesome...for $9.

Monday, September 26, 2005

Awesome time with God

Hey ladies and gents,

It's the first day of school! Argh! Alas, I'm not too concerned. Just wanted to post up this morning the readings I did during my quiet time - because I was just talking with a friend who was struggling with this (you know who you are!) and I wanted to encourage him, and all of you. May you be influenced by the words of the Lord Almighty!

1st Corinthians 4:1-13

Let a man so consider us, as servants of Christ and stewards of the mysteries of God. 2 Moreover it is required in stewards that one be found faithful. 3 But with me it is a very small thing that I should be judged by you or by a human court.[a] In fact, I do not even judge myself. 4 For I know of nothing against myself, yet I am not justified by this; but He who judges me is the Lord. 5 Therefore judge nothing before the time, until the Lord comes, who will both bring to light the hidden things of darkness and reveal the counsels of the hearts. Then each one’s praise will come from God. 6 Now these things, brethren, I have figuratively transferred to myself and Apollos for your sakes, that you may learn in us not to think beyond what is written, that none of you may be puffed up on behalf of one against the other. 7 For who makes you differ from another? And what do you have that you did not receive? Now if you did indeed receive it, why do you boast as if you had not received it?
8 You are already full! You are already rich! You have reigned as kings without us—and indeed I could wish you did reign, that we also might reign with you! 9 For I think that God has displayed us, the apostles, last, as men condemned to death; for we have been made a spectacle to the world, both to angels and to men. 10 We are fools for Christ’s sake, but you are wise in Christ! We are weak, but you are strong! You are distinguished, but we are dishonored! 11 To the present hour we both hunger and thirst, and we are poorly clothed, and beaten, and homeless. 12 And we labor, working with our own hands. Being reviled, we bless; being persecuted, we endure; 13 being defamed, we entreat. We have been made as the filth of the world, the offscouring of all things until now.

This amazing piece of the letter Paul wrote to the Corinthians show's God's heart for us as Christians - that we may submit ourselves before God as servants in this world - to take the brunt of the world's critiscisms, jeers, insults and mockery - yet to gain all with Christ Jesus. What in this world matters? Nothing! It will all burn. Who's opinion matters here? None but Christ's! I encourage you, submit yourselves fully before God - for his service in this dark world, that we may be persecuted for Christ's sake, enduring what He endured! What an honor to be treated as our Lord and Saviour was treated. The judgements of this world will pass away...His judgement is eternal. Who are you living your life for? The pleasures and approval of this finite world? Or the service and approval of our Eternal Father in Heaven? Let that sink in...and may we all be servants of our King.

Saturday, September 17, 2005

The white trash computer...

Well ladies and gentlemen...I'd just like to inform you that Matt Crews and I provided a computer for his little 'bro, Jordan. We decided to go a bit different route though...we present to you, the WHITE TRASH COMPUTER, now on display in the 5-Man, Antioch Upstairs. Yeah, so what else do you do the week before school starts anyway? Huh? :)

*for those that asked in the comments*:
1. yes, it is nice and quiet actually. It's not like there are a bunch of case fans to make it noisy. And it runs pretty cool too.
2. Dust isn't a huuge issue, since there are no fans pulling in tons of it. Just spray it off with some canned air every few weeks and it's fine.
3. The on/off switch is just as white trash folks - it's original to the core. We didn't have time to strip a power-switch from an old case, so we decided, what the heck, go old-school and just use a screwdriver to complete the circuit. Crude? Yeah. A little more work? Yeah. White trash original to the core? HECK YES.
4. Cost? about $42. Why? $11 for the HSF for the processor. $31 for a refurb'd stick of DDR from Newegg. I already had the rest of the parts...the plywood came from a shelf that I no longer needed.
5. I'm happy with it the way it is, mounting it directly to the wall would be much more difficult, because I can't exactly zip-tie things to the wall, plus the sheer amount of holes would probably not be fun to repair. Next project is a secret...but it won't happen for a long time. I guarantee it will be awesome.

Putting it together:

In it's display posistion on the wall:

The proud creators of this wonderful work: