A friend of mine recently sent me this link, concerning a recent policy chance at the school. As a former student of Bradley University, I am always intrigued to hear when the student body gets up in arms about something. In this case, the structure of the on campus meal plans had changed, angering a large number of students.

Of course, it’s not made clear what the issue is in the petition, and for those interested, here is an overview of the mealplan for this year from the school’s site. Since it took me a while and a bit of conversation to figure out what exactly is going on here, let me break it down. In the old system, you would just buy one of two meal plans, one costing more than the other. Some portion of the money for each plan goes to “overhead,” while the rest is a pool of money students can buy meals with at campus dining locations, each meal costing $4-7 dollars or so...

I have a job.

It’s not a full time job, and not really even an actually part time job, rather something I do on occasion because it only takes have the day and I get paid decently for it. And it’s interesting.

What I do is destroy the American Dream. I do work in evictions. Technically, the job I have entails taking everything left behind by the tenant after the police do the actual eviction and throwing it out. I took the job because it sounded interesting, and I felt I could learn something. And it is sort of interesting, but far from glamorous; on Trevor’s first day of work, a dead cat fell out of a mattress. On my first day, nothing so interesting happened.

The process we go through is simple; at some point, someone decides that a homeowner no longer actually owns their house. The homeowner is then given various notices to this effect, until someone hands them a finial date...

I work out.

A few weeks ago, I did not work out. At various other times in my life, I also did not work out, or I did work out, or I worked out the very minimum such that I could say I work out without feeling like a liar. What triggered this last bout was a friend of mine who works out every day was in town, and every day two weeks ago we would work out, running or doing body exercises- neither of us can afford or want a gym membership, and being able to work out without one is a valuable life skill as far as we can see.

This last week I managed to run or do pushups/situps/pullups every day without fail, except for Friday, but I ran today and am going to do tomorrow so I kind of feel I’ve successfully kick-started this habit- I in fact on Friday felt terrible for not working out, and I would rather go running than let that happen again. So hopefully only a couple small bumps around...

The past couple months I’ve seen this idea floating around that we (I am twenty-one) are the screwed generation. That there is a conflict between the old and the young, that those in power and using all of the Earth’s resources at a high rate, destroying the environment so we have to deal with it, have us fight our wars and die so they can something with oil, I’m sure. We are told to get college degrees to avoid flipping burgers and then are told to stop being entitled for not being willing to flip burgers. I suppose the older generation doesn’t respect people in the service industry quite so much as everyone else. We have huge amounts of college debt to get degrees in things that qualify us to work at Starbucks. Our leaders are self-serving and ignore our needs, though I doubt that is something different. The world is no longer as financially stable; you can no longer buy a house...

This is, for lack of a better term, Fanfiction for an indie Tittle Faster than Light, or FTL. Here is a shout-out to the developers, and you should give them money. It’s a spaceship game, where you control a crew of motley space ranger types to victory or, more likely the game being a rouge-like, their sudden horrible deaths.

But because the game, which looks like this involves individual crew, rerouting the power to the shields, and other almost Star Trek or Firefly like elements, it lends itself to telling stories. Which I’ve done here. This is based off an actual run of the game I’ve had, where I managed to get most of my crew killed by picking a fight I couldn’t possibly hope to win, getting my doomed ship to safety just in time. The events in the story cover whatever evens happened in the game, excepting of course the dialogue, which only can occur in my head.

This was...

I don’t know about you, but I am a Computer Person. Us computer people have some basic properties, most of which you would be able to guess- when given free time, or doing work in our chosen field, we use computers- this includes gaming, programming, talking with people over Skype, doing research for a paper or blog post, pretending to do research for a paper or blog post by going on reddit, ect. Most of my time per day is spent near or around a computer, mostly because all my work is done on one, and most of my leisure is done on one. Even for writing, most of the time it’s far easier to write on a computer because I"m slow with a pencil and paper. I don’t have a car, and I live in suburbia. Needless to say, I don’t get out much and most of what I do inside is on a computer.

A couple other things about computer people, at least many that I have met. A great deal of them suffer...