When I say I'm sleepy, you best believe I'm sleepy s-l-e-e-p-y

What's with these naps that won't take? I've been in bed for over two hours and this nap just ain't happenin'.

Oh, you want to hear how my exam went? It went fine, thanks. While it had some tricky multiple choice questions and some ridiculous essay questions ("For two points, explain why software engineering is or is not an ethical profession"), overall it was a fun yet challenging capper to a fun yet challenging class.

One of the short answer questions was "You're working on a large software project. You've bought a third-party software package to handle one part of the functionality, but find that it's too complex for your purposes. What do you do?" I found the question kind of ambiguous, but relished the idea of taking on the challenge: specifically, does "too complex for your purposes" mean that the program has too much unused functionality, or that it is too complex to link up with the rest of your program? I'm pretty sure the question was meant to convey the latter but was just poorly worded, but I couldn't take the chance! "If it's the former, then suck it up, princess; you've got a piece of working software that you've already paid for. Besides, no user uses all of Photoshop's functionality." And then I tackled the case of the latter -- that was five sentences long and ended thusly: "Ultimately you have to do a cost-benefit analysis, and then cross your fingers and choose one option."

In computer science I don't often get the chance to write essay questions, so when one comes up I have to make the most of it. Special thanks to Maura for adding "Suck it up, princess" to my lexicon.

Oh, you don't care about my lexicon? Sorry, I thought I ... no, you're absolutely right. What would you like to hear about? The Sheaf Christmas party? OK.

The Sheaf Christmas party is tomorrow. The theme is "comics". You're supposed to come dressed as something "comics" related. I going as Andy Kaufman, because he was a stand-up comic. Further, I will buy drinks for any girl who can beat me at wrestling. I anticipate few takers for this offer, because girls stink at wrestling. Also, I'll be wearing my nice pants.

I didn't tell you about the pants? Sorry about that. Here's a picture ...




Yes, I did match the shirt and the shoes on purpose. Thanks for noticing, doll. See, that's why we get along so well: I'm a narcissist and you're an enabler. Cheers. Now give me a few minutes, will ya? All this blogging is interfering with my beauty sleep.