To keep myself occupied during this period of unemployment, I decided to get myself a fish tank last week. I figured taking care of fishies would be a better course of action than to fall deep into depression of not having a job.

That said, I present you, the e1nquarium!



( The Inhabitants of e1nquarium! )

I'm getting two more Guppies in a few weeks, and then my tank will be complete.

I'm seriously thinking of participating.



There's a store hosting this in Rancho Cucamonga, which is about 25 minutes drive from here, and another one in Manhattan Beach, which is about an hour away. The Rancho store looks like a more viable option, but the Manhattan Beach store looks a lot more fun and organized. Events like these look like they would be a fun social, as they are intended to be, but normally after much deliberation I always end up with a conclusion that I'm not very social after all and that it would probably be most comfortable for me to just participate from home.

It really is quite unfortunate that I don't know any comic artist around here with whom I can go to events such as this one. Most of my artist friends do illustrations, and my persistent efforts to drag them down into the world of sequential arts have had the success rate of a sickly goldfish trying to live inside a plastic igloo sitting in a hamster cage.

If you are also a comic artist and can't find a site that hosts this event nearby, I suggest you join me and participate from home. I will be online in my DeviantArt chat channel, #arke1ntoofle throughout this 24-hour period, during which I will try to finish 24 comic pages. Rough pages, of course, for it is not humanely possible for one person to finalize one comic page per hour, complete with toning and everything. Share your story ideas in the chatroom! Brainstorm with us if you haven't had any idea! I may not own a physical establishment to host an event like this one, but since everyone has internet these days, there is nothing wrong with hosting an event in a cyber establishment.

Start time: Saturday, October 3, 2009 - 1pm PST
End time: Sunday, October 4, 2009 - 1pm PST
Location: DA Chat Channel: #arke1ntoofle
Bring your own snack, food, and energy drinks, though. I can't supply you these things digitally.

I am currently in possession of a robo dwarf hamster named Mango, who has the tendency to perform the most amazing backflip while running at high speed in his silent spinner wheel.



While Mango is no stranger to the concept of acceleration, it seemed like the idea of deceleration escaped him completely; the little guy would repeat this feat no matter how many times he flew, flipped, and fell with a loud thud on his bedding-covered cage floor. Persistency is indeed a virtue, but especially more so when it provides a lasting amusement to the outsider watching you make a complete fool of yourself.

I was recently told by pimpmaestro88that the crime rate in Irvine has gotten higher, and that there was apparently a homicide in one of the graduate student housing complex.

And then today, rubberyjido sent me an LA Times article: UCI graduate charged in shooting death of ex-wife.

This dude, Brian Benedict, was the same douchebag whose desk used to be in the office outside of mine when I was a physics graduate student at UCI in 2006. He would frequently barge into my office and use the whiteboard in my office to do his homework with his classmates even though he had his own whiteboard. He claimed that he liked using the whiteboard in my office better because my office had a couch, even though the couch was donated by someone else.

When I was a TA at UCI, I had a lot of students over for physics help. My small office (with a couch and a whiteboard) would be filled with 15-20 students about 2-3 hours every week. There was no seat for them all, so a lot of them were forced to sit on the desk, floor, or even stand up. The dude, Brian Benedict, was the same douchebag who at one time barged into my office and asked me in front of 20 students whether or not I was going to "kick them out" soon because he wanted to use my whiteboard. I told him not until my office hours was over and he left while cursing under his breath.

At other times, he would complain about how my students were too loud and they were distracting him from his work as a graduate student. He failed to realize that whenever he was at the office, his voice could be heard through closed doors and the whirring sound of 50 computer fans that I had to blast my iPod while wearing rubber-plugged earphones. I hated his guts. I don't hate people easily, but when someone pissed me off as much as he did throughout my first year in gradschool, they go down my blacklist. And when you go down my blacklist, my greatest wish would be to see your life get fucked over with no mercy.

Back then I often pondered how I could screw his life over, but the following year my office was moved to a newer office and I never saw him anymore. The anger subsided, but even though he left my mind, he never left my blacklist.

Right now I'm rather pleased to see his life getting fucked over, but at the same time feeling really sad that it had to come at the expense of his wife's life. And that poor boy who had to witness his own mother being shot by his father.

I guess this one case successfully defies the stereotype that scholars are intelligent.

This was once a game that ate my life back when I was a freshman in college. That means it goes all the way back to 2002. Try it out.

Everyone, meet De-Broglie.





I don't usually name my stuff, but this one is just too cool to not be named.

If you haven't seen it, then you probably should. Most hilariously FUBAR movie of the year. And Stu's Song was probably the best song in the entire soundtrack. I clapped in the theatre.

i decided to post an "ASK ME ANYTHING" journal on DA. the questions i get are most amusing. it seems like i have finally received confirmation that my audience is definitely the kind who likes retarded things.

( did i tell you how much i love retarded questions? )

because women are made of mountains and valleys, while men are made of plateaus with one tall control tower.

according to xkcd, if i spend my weekends making graph, one day i will end up with that girl at the end of the bell curve.