“Why do you think you’re a plant?”
August 8th, 2004 | Published in whoa!
Been a few days since I’ve posted anything. Mostly due to the fact that nothing all that noteworthy has occurred. Wednesday night the entire house was going to go out to dinner, as I don’t think the seven of us have been in the same room since we’ve been here, but financial considerations caused several people to not go. Tim, John, Eli and I decided we still wanted to go out and ended up at Ruby Tuesday’s because we figured it’d be cheap. How wrong we were. Drinks were 2 for 1 so we had several rounds (read: $24 worth) and then we decided to get dessert too. I originally went for the “chocolate shortcake” but the waitress called me out and told me I should get the “tallcake” version of it. Little did I know it was going to be this fucking big:
I did manage to finish it, and then the four of us staggered back to Marist. I don’t really remember what happened Thursday. As Eli and Matt have mentioned, Greg Lacey organized the annual Clarkson lunch. Thursday also happened to be Jason’s last day. We also had to present our project to our second line manager, which went extremely well. It helps to have several managers in your pocket. 
On Friday Eli and I cajoled our manager, Tony, into going out to lunch with us at Giacomo’s, one of the better pizza places in the area. Friday night Eli, Doug and I went to Noah’s Ark for half-priced drinks and free wings. We ran into a bunch of Doug’s friends and several hours of cards ensued. Afterwards we went back to Doug’s place to continue drinking and watching movies. Unfortunately the two ladies had to split around one or two because one was expected home in good condition. Luckily for Eli and I, Doug had numerous couches to crash on.
Saturday afternoon after recovering the three of us decided to go see Dodgeball at the 2nd run theater and then hit up the Chinese buffet, which turned out to be an excellent idea.
Today was mostly spent in bed, watching old movies (Sahara and Real Genius), exploring Pok, and reading a book of PKD’s collected short stories, which I’ve come to love. Each of the 10 or so stories I’ve read all have a particular moral being espoused or a quirky ending — just what I like in something I read. Now if only I could find a class at Clarkson other than GFI that would let me read stuff like this.
To conclude, I thought I’d link to a particularly amusing post from Slashdot the other day in regards to the exploits in libpng. One moron described a particularly devastating “exploit” in which a 190Kpixel by 190Kpixel image expands to 2GB of RAM when opened. The response was especially good:
If you zip up 2GB of zeroes, e-mail the resulting tiny file to someone and they open it, it is ,amazingly enough, going to consume 2GB of memory. Do you think that’s an exploit too?
Now if opening the image causes your house to burn down, your wife to leave you and your pet dog to get gang-raped then you might have a point.
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