bloging

Bloging is so much fun. I just love to blog. If I had something good to blog about that would be great. I did update my google webpage a little the other day. When I should of been blogging. I also think I am almost am starting to know the how to program. Not good yet, but much better then ever before. Someday I shall know the truth and the truth will set me free.

Live long everyone.

The snow

C++

So I have not bloged in a long time but I just descovered that I can use my time wisely buy blogging in C++ class. O yea. I liked the leader today. A great story Jessie and nice how you got that quote for an alum, Shayne Riley. I wonder how long that took you to get :).

Also Physics Rocks! The snow told me.

The Death of ITV

I am facing the end of an era. What once ruled scores of sites, students, and teachers now lies mostly neglected, relegated to two or three classrooms a night. ITV is coming to an end. Fort Hays State University pioneered the program, building it—and much of the equipment—from scratch. Now, the program is dying, site by site. Night by night. Two monitors can barely work enough to scratch 14 or 15 hours—when before three monitors were needed, one working over 20. The Tomanek control room is virtually desolate, housing unused and broken equipment. The classrooms themselves are breaking down, camera by camera. But why fix it, when soon it will no longer be required? A teacher is experimenting with Marratech--marrying Polycom technology with webcams. If anything can save ITV, that would be it. Right now, though, most ITV classes have been changed to online. I foresee the trend only continuing.

Former ITV moniters, I salute you. You have shared in a glorious past--one that will not be forgotten by..well, at least me. Those lonely nights in the control room, doing homework, surfing the Internet, staying at your post, and doing the odd minute or two of work--remember those days, for they were beautiful. You saved teachers in distress, students who were disconnected, and recorded classes for when all hope was lost. You, Wielder of the Mighty Polycom Remote, knew the secrets of Volume control, Projector sources, and VCR technology. Sure, a trained monkey could perform most of your tasks--but remember: Ron Hart chose You. In my experience, this has been the best job in the world. Well, except for maybe the ice cream taster.

Blog changes are a comin'. Also, a case of Too Much Information.

I just found out that Blogger has a new way of doing things. For us to do these things, however, we have to start using Google accounts. So start looking out for that. I'll email the parties that have been blogging the past year or two: Lester, Jon, Paul, Jessie... I have many more in the current list, but I figure now is a good time to clean out those who have moved on to bigger and better things, like doing absolutely nothing whatsoever. If you are on the original list of authors, though, you can always climb back on board by replying to this post in a timely fashion, or by contacting me in some way. Non-violent methods of communication are preferred (like, hurling a brick through my window would be a bad example of a non-violent method).

Also, stop spam through providing links to false email addresses (mostly fake email addresses to known spamming sites). As some are aware, one method of acquiring email addresses is to use a spider to collect emails from links on websites. What if, however, instead of a real email address, a fake one is used instead? I like the idea. A lot. That's why I did it.

Finally, I'd like to tell you something I've learned this weekend: throwing up for the fourth time in one night is easier than the first three or any of the times after (I think it was a total of six or seven. I lost count). The reason is this: By the third time, you've already lost your lunch. It's pretty much water at this point. After the fourth time, two things are going wrong: 1) Your entire abdominal region feels like it got assaulted by some unholy cross between a Bowflex and Mike Tyson, and 2) Bile is very bitter.

Moral of the story: explosive decompression isn't just for jetliners, but for gastrointestinal systems as well.

Remember when....

Happy New Years!

Its the beginning of a new year. Time to start fresh. I'm going to start by going to work. This is way too early to be writing a blog.

HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYONE!