I would just like to say that will's mom still dresses him.
and that he also now owes me 40 dollars.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Monday, May 28, 2007
Good news for people who love bad news
It's about time for a new blog post. We know--the next podcast *is* coming. It's just coming a little slow. You'd be limping too if you fell down the stairs and broke both your shins. Truth is, there have been several unexpected roadblocks with this coming episode.
First there's chronic laziness. It's a well-known fact that one in every three Canadians suffer from the condition. However, what most people don't know is that a small handful of these people are actually allergic to all sorts of mental and physical strain. Fritz is one of these people. Feel free to send him a consolatory email or beat him up if you see him in the street. He'd appreciate your patience and consideration.
Both Fritz and I have also had computer troubles: his which forced him to abandon the familiar comfort of Windows for Linux--yes, he's a Linux head now--and mine which left me with a melted power cord for my good laptop. As you might imagine, I've been spending shockingly small amounts of time on the internet in the last week and a half. (Hurry up with that replacement cord, Apple. I mean it.)
But of course, none of this is any excuse for the lack of updates. I assure you that Fritz takes full responsibility and will humbly accept any lashings (verbal or physical) that he rightfully deserves.
I promise that your patience will pay off, for we have some exciting changes to the podcast that will make the coming episodes well worth the wait. And while you're waiting, send us an email! For every letter we don't reply to, Fritz has to put a dollar in the jar (and I could really use a couple bucks for a cheeseburger.)
First there's chronic laziness. It's a well-known fact that one in every three Canadians suffer from the condition. However, what most people don't know is that a small handful of these people are actually allergic to all sorts of mental and physical strain. Fritz is one of these people. Feel free to send him a consolatory email or beat him up if you see him in the street. He'd appreciate your patience and consideration.
Both Fritz and I have also had computer troubles: his which forced him to abandon the familiar comfort of Windows for Linux--yes, he's a Linux head now--and mine which left me with a melted power cord for my good laptop. As you might imagine, I've been spending shockingly small amounts of time on the internet in the last week and a half. (Hurry up with that replacement cord, Apple. I mean it.)
But of course, none of this is any excuse for the lack of updates. I assure you that Fritz takes full responsibility and will humbly accept any lashings (verbal or physical) that he rightfully deserves.
I promise that your patience will pay off, for we have some exciting changes to the podcast that will make the coming episodes well worth the wait. And while you're waiting, send us an email! For every letter we don't reply to, Fritz has to put a dollar in the jar (and I could really use a couple bucks for a cheeseburger.)
Friday, April 27, 2007
When something smells, it's usually the Butz.
The first post ran a little long so I'm starting a new one.
9:30am
I should really go get that McDonald's if I want to get there before breakfast ends. I'm not exactly sure when that happens, but I'd rather be safe than sorry.
Off I go--out into the world. Being out of the apartment is probably my best bet to staying awake anyway. I'm not too likely to fall asleep in the mall.
11:15am
The mall was a nice distraction. The place is eerily quiet on a weekday morning.
I'm beginning to turn a little absent-minded in my fatigued state. I walked right past the ATM on my way to McDonald's and was halfway through the line when I realized I forgot to pick up cash. Then, I left my card in the machine when I went back, walking a dozen steps before figuring out why I was still holding my wallet open.
Stopped at the arcade for awhile. Played more video games. I did horribly, but at least I can blame my lack of sleep.
Red bull #2. Eight and a half hours to go.
12:50pm
Starting to crash. Starting to crash pretty hard.
But only a little over 7 hours to go. Fritz was supposed to play poker with me on Xbox Live but his internet flaked out. I'm finding it hard to keep myself occupied at this point. I'm spending a lot of time pacing and sitting in my computer chair thinking of ways to waste time. I know I can't study in this state, so I'm not going to even bother trying.
I think I'm going to kill some zombies.
Might have to move on to coffee when I run out of red bull (which seems inevitable.)
2:10pm
Six more hours. The first 24 hours went by a lot quicker than the remaining 9 are. I also just discovered my initial math was flawed. I added 24 and 9 as 29. I'll actually be up for 33 hours if I make it to 8pm.
Vision is getting a little blurry. I'm gonna eat something, crack another red bull, and watch some TV.
Amusing how the days where I'm desperately searching for something to do are less productive than when I'm being lazy.
3:05pm
Am I losing a day? Or am I gaining a day? Over the course of two days, I only woke up once and am only going to bed once. At the same time, though, I'm up for 11 hours three times in that two-day period. That's cutting it pretty close to three days.
I suppose the fact that I'm barely functional nullifies any 'gain' I could possibly have.
I wonder if getting some real exercise would help me stay awake or just tire me out...
4:50pm
You know when you're so drunk that you feel completely sober, then when you stand up you stumble over your own feet and decide it's probably best you stay seated?
I wonder if the amount of sleep you need is determined by how fatigued you are. After being awake for a full day and a half, do you need two nights worth of sleep to make up for it? Is ten hours enough?
Not that I'm looking for an excuse to cut out early. I said I'd stay up until 8, so I'm staying up until 8. I've gone to sleep at 5pm before only to wake up at 11:30. No way in hell could I get back to sleep after that. It sucked.
Looking back at previous loggings, I barely remember going to the mall now. I don't know if I should be worried about that or not. Too tired to really care.
5:35pm
I'm out of caffeine. That should be alright, though. caffeine tends to last about three hours or so.
More street fighter. Seems to be fairly good at keeping me awake. I can't even watch TV anymore. Too passive.
Maybe I will go outside for a bit...
6:50pm
I decided to go rollerblading. I'm half falling asleep typing this, so it seems the only thing that can keep my awake at this point is moving around. Rollerblading probably wasn't the best choice, though. I swallowed a bug, almost passed out climbing the stairs to my apartment, and now I'm burning at probably a million degrees. Very uncomfortable.
Just over an hour to go.
8:00pm
Goodnight.
9:30am
I should really go get that McDonald's if I want to get there before breakfast ends. I'm not exactly sure when that happens, but I'd rather be safe than sorry.
Off I go--out into the world. Being out of the apartment is probably my best bet to staying awake anyway. I'm not too likely to fall asleep in the mall.
11:15am
The mall was a nice distraction. The place is eerily quiet on a weekday morning.
I'm beginning to turn a little absent-minded in my fatigued state. I walked right past the ATM on my way to McDonald's and was halfway through the line when I realized I forgot to pick up cash. Then, I left my card in the machine when I went back, walking a dozen steps before figuring out why I was still holding my wallet open.
Stopped at the arcade for awhile. Played more video games. I did horribly, but at least I can blame my lack of sleep.
Red bull #2. Eight and a half hours to go.
12:50pm
Starting to crash. Starting to crash pretty hard.
But only a little over 7 hours to go. Fritz was supposed to play poker with me on Xbox Live but his internet flaked out. I'm finding it hard to keep myself occupied at this point. I'm spending a lot of time pacing and sitting in my computer chair thinking of ways to waste time. I know I can't study in this state, so I'm not going to even bother trying.
I think I'm going to kill some zombies.
Might have to move on to coffee when I run out of red bull (which seems inevitable.)
2:10pm
Six more hours. The first 24 hours went by a lot quicker than the remaining 9 are. I also just discovered my initial math was flawed. I added 24 and 9 as 29. I'll actually be up for 33 hours if I make it to 8pm.
Vision is getting a little blurry. I'm gonna eat something, crack another red bull, and watch some TV.
Amusing how the days where I'm desperately searching for something to do are less productive than when I'm being lazy.
3:05pm
Am I losing a day? Or am I gaining a day? Over the course of two days, I only woke up once and am only going to bed once. At the same time, though, I'm up for 11 hours three times in that two-day period. That's cutting it pretty close to three days.
I suppose the fact that I'm barely functional nullifies any 'gain' I could possibly have.
I wonder if getting some real exercise would help me stay awake or just tire me out...
4:50pm
You know when you're so drunk that you feel completely sober, then when you stand up you stumble over your own feet and decide it's probably best you stay seated?
I wonder if the amount of sleep you need is determined by how fatigued you are. After being awake for a full day and a half, do you need two nights worth of sleep to make up for it? Is ten hours enough?
Not that I'm looking for an excuse to cut out early. I said I'd stay up until 8, so I'm staying up until 8. I've gone to sleep at 5pm before only to wake up at 11:30. No way in hell could I get back to sleep after that. It sucked.
Looking back at previous loggings, I barely remember going to the mall now. I don't know if I should be worried about that or not. Too tired to really care.
5:35pm
I'm out of caffeine. That should be alright, though. caffeine tends to last about three hours or so.
More street fighter. Seems to be fairly good at keeping me awake. I can't even watch TV anymore. Too passive.
Maybe I will go outside for a bit...
6:50pm
I decided to go rollerblading. I'm half falling asleep typing this, so it seems the only thing that can keep my awake at this point is moving around. Rollerblading probably wasn't the best choice, though. I swallowed a bug, almost passed out climbing the stairs to my apartment, and now I'm burning at probably a million degrees. Very uncomfortable.
Just over an hour to go.
8:00pm
Goodnight.
Don't you mean "Bizarro" gut them?
I'm going to go ahead and apologize for the lack of a podcast for the last month. Exam period is just coming to a close, and I promise from the bottom of my falling GPA that we'll have time for another very soon. Now that the icky business is out of the way, I'd like to focus on the present for a moment.
I have an exam Saturday.
Moving away from the fact that writing an exam on a weekend is absolutely ridiculous, I've hit a little snag in my quest to not fail. My last exam until now was over a week ago, so I've already begun to shift into "summer mode." This of course means mental atrophy, complete lack of motivation, and a slipping sleep schedule. My exam on Saturday is at 9am, which basically means I'll have to drag myself out of bed for at least 7am. The problem is, I've been getting to bed only a few hours before then on a consistent basis for the last few days.
As I'm sure you've tried, it's very difficult to go to bed eight hours earlier than the night before and still get a meaningful sleep. My only remaining option: sleep deprivation. I've set a goal: I figure if I make it to 8pm Friday evening, I'll be able to get a solid ten hours of sleep and be awake and alert for the exam. Given that I woke up at eleven this morning (stupid birds) that's 29 hours straight. Easy, right?
The following is a running log as of 2am, Friday the 27th. Wish me luck.
2:00am
Feeling pretty good. Just had a donair, picked up some red bull, and tossed my textbooks on the floor. I won't be needing those.
Wish I hadn't caught up on the TV shows I had downloaded earlier today. 18 hours to go.
2:45am
Playing some Street Fighter 3. Not particularly tired yet; it was still a few more hours before I got to bed the night before.
3:40am
My room is terribly boring all of a sudden. I'm getting the yawns. Surfing through random TV programming. Nothing on TV is ever interesting at this hour.
I hit 'Save as Draft' rather than 'Publish' for my first few postings. Maybe I am tired.
4:50am
Stupid birds are chirping again. I'd close the window, but it'd get too warm in here. Heat means tired, and tired means sleep. Can't have that.
5:45am
The sun is up now. I just reminded myself that I'll be able to have McDonald's breafast for the first time in years.
I look across to the apartments on the other side of the lot, and some of them have their lights on. I wonder if they're just waking up, or not yet gone to bed.
Here's when I'd usually fall asleep.
6:20am
My eyelids are getting heavy. I crack open the first red bull. The light from outside is now completely removing the necessity for artificial light.
I really better not lie down.
7:35am
Playing some music to fight the sleepies. Bloc Party. Good tunes.
More video games. The more active the better, I guess. Having a bit of a second wind.
Just over 12 hours to go. (It doesn't sound so bad when it's worded that way.)
I set my alarm for tomorrow morning in case I'm too tired and forget to do it tonight.
8:25am
The city is starting to animate. I can only guess what people are up to at this hour. Cars are already driving out of the parking lot. Do all these people have "jobs?"
It's odd being there when the city goes to sleep, then be still waiting while it wakes up again.
I suppose I might as well grab a shower. Seems logical that, if I'm trying to keep myself from falling asleep, I should do the things I usually do when I'm waking up.
8:50am
Getting a little cranky.
Shower was cold. It turns out the rest of my apartment also decided to have a shower at this very moment.
I'm beginning to resent my neighbours.
Keep following this absolutely riveting story here!
I have an exam Saturday.
Moving away from the fact that writing an exam on a weekend is absolutely ridiculous, I've hit a little snag in my quest to not fail. My last exam until now was over a week ago, so I've already begun to shift into "summer mode." This of course means mental atrophy, complete lack of motivation, and a slipping sleep schedule. My exam on Saturday is at 9am, which basically means I'll have to drag myself out of bed for at least 7am. The problem is, I've been getting to bed only a few hours before then on a consistent basis for the last few days.
As I'm sure you've tried, it's very difficult to go to bed eight hours earlier than the night before and still get a meaningful sleep. My only remaining option: sleep deprivation. I've set a goal: I figure if I make it to 8pm Friday evening, I'll be able to get a solid ten hours of sleep and be awake and alert for the exam. Given that I woke up at eleven this morning (stupid birds) that's 29 hours straight. Easy, right?
The following is a running log as of 2am, Friday the 27th. Wish me luck.
2:00am
Feeling pretty good. Just had a donair, picked up some red bull, and tossed my textbooks on the floor. I won't be needing those.
Wish I hadn't caught up on the TV shows I had downloaded earlier today. 18 hours to go.
2:45am
Playing some Street Fighter 3. Not particularly tired yet; it was still a few more hours before I got to bed the night before.
3:40am
My room is terribly boring all of a sudden. I'm getting the yawns. Surfing through random TV programming. Nothing on TV is ever interesting at this hour.
I hit 'Save as Draft' rather than 'Publish' for my first few postings. Maybe I am tired.
4:50am
Stupid birds are chirping again. I'd close the window, but it'd get too warm in here. Heat means tired, and tired means sleep. Can't have that.
5:45am
The sun is up now. I just reminded myself that I'll be able to have McDonald's breafast for the first time in years.
I look across to the apartments on the other side of the lot, and some of them have their lights on. I wonder if they're just waking up, or not yet gone to bed.
Here's when I'd usually fall asleep.
6:20am
My eyelids are getting heavy. I crack open the first red bull. The light from outside is now completely removing the necessity for artificial light.
I really better not lie down.
7:35am
Playing some music to fight the sleepies. Bloc Party. Good tunes.
More video games. The more active the better, I guess. Having a bit of a second wind.
Just over 12 hours to go. (It doesn't sound so bad when it's worded that way.)
I set my alarm for tomorrow morning in case I'm too tired and forget to do it tonight.
8:25am
The city is starting to animate. I can only guess what people are up to at this hour. Cars are already driving out of the parking lot. Do all these people have "jobs?"
It's odd being there when the city goes to sleep, then be still waiting while it wakes up again.
I suppose I might as well grab a shower. Seems logical that, if I'm trying to keep myself from falling asleep, I should do the things I usually do when I'm waking up.
8:50am
Getting a little cranky.
Shower was cold. It turns out the rest of my apartment also decided to have a shower at this very moment.
I'm beginning to resent my neighbours.
Keep following this absolutely riveting story here!
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Episode 2 - Autism May or May Not Be Hilarious
Finally, a whole two weeks after our first release, we bestow unto you the second episode of our legendary podcast.
This show's topics include epic raids, our adventures into our local malls, conundrums that will blow your mind, odd biological theories, senility, Alex Trebek (not really), and why we probably shouldn't be allowed to use the internet. Also of note, the song chosen for this week is nothing short of amazing.
While it looks a lot like we have decided on a bi-weekly release schedule, don't take the current pattern to heart; we're still feeling things out and things could always change (for better or for worse.)
Like last time, a direct download can be found for this episode here or you can add us to iTunes or another feed catcher using the buttons (or 'chicklets' as I'm told they're called) to the right. Also, you can tell all your friends that we can now be found in the iTunes store. Just search "Abort Mission" and we should be right there.
This show's topics include epic raids, our adventures into our local malls, conundrums that will blow your mind, odd biological theories, senility, Alex Trebek (not really), and why we probably shouldn't be allowed to use the internet. Also of note, the song chosen for this week is nothing short of amazing.
While it looks a lot like we have decided on a bi-weekly release schedule, don't take the current pattern to heart; we're still feeling things out and things could always change (for better or for worse.)
Like last time, a direct download can be found for this episode here or you can add us to iTunes or another feed catcher using the buttons (or 'chicklets' as I'm told they're called) to the right. Also, you can tell all your friends that we can now be found in the iTunes store. Just search "Abort Mission" and we should be right there.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
This Station is Non-Operational
Sorry folks. Episode 2 is going to be delayed slightly this week. Between midterms, assignments, and the lack of an available guest at the moment, we haven't been able to get together to push out another show yet.
We will get back to it as soon as we can, though. Look out for the next episode sometime this weekend, or the middle of next week by the latest.
We will get back to it as soon as we can, though. Look out for the next episode sometime this weekend, or the middle of next week by the latest.
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