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[Jan. 27th, 2003|10:21 pm] |
Now that was more like it. I got up around ten, ate brunch and ran errands---important errands. I got stuff done.
First, I got my GRE subject scores. I am, unfortunately, below the ninetieth percentile. Only one point, but still... for every person smarter than me, there are fewer than ten people dumber, at least in this respect. I know about the Evil Testing Service, I know that I should have prepared more, I know that my application is strong in every other respect... but this is disheartening.
I walked to the bank, got a cash advance on my ATM card (too much money to just use an ATM), and gave nearly all my money to the bursar---just enough to remove the hold I have on my registration. I can now legitly be in my classes by the fourth, and so legally be a student. The bursar's office is never a pleasant experience. Aside from the tiny decorative urn saying "ashes of problem students" and the sign saying "if you are grouchy, irritable or just plain mean, there will be a $10 charge just for putting up with you"---which don't really shout "customer-oriented" to me---I just don't like the place. It's where we sit down, shut up and kiss the ass of the administration.
On a much brighter note, I got my final project set up. The instructor who taught the awful "Introduction to Computer Graphics" course has agreed to advise me on it, which will entail no work on his part. The help will actually be given by Kevin, who has a better knowledge of these things. Kevin has gotten us out of some trouble---it's now perfectly okay for us to score eps on the math department machine. Hot stuff. Talking to Kevin also produced a tiny project: Adapt my movie-lister to his database of people in the department so that the secretaries can maintain it, and the rest of the money from last summer is mine. Excellent. Amazing how that paid off.
And I'm going to need that money. I looked at books today, noting ISBNs and cursing the evil bookstore. I only actually bought a small packet of readings for Women's Studies... which cost fifty bucks. It's a textbook, so I'm going to---in an act of unspeakable evil---have my father photocopy it at work, then return the original and get my fifty bucks back. I'll still need to buy the other books, though... but I should just barely be able to swing that. I hate to admit it, but my folks' offer to fix my struts has made my life a great deal simpler.
I talked to Lee today. While it was nice to actually catch up with her, I was nonplussed about a few things. She enjoys porn now? When did she enjoy porn? She says it's 'non-mainstream', but Evil Angel is a very mainstream company. Is it only because it's not with me? Hey, inadequacy, long time no see! Pfah. She's also drinking two nights in a row, or at least planning on it. This disturbs me, but not enough for me to actually give her an imperative.
Instead, I'm capping the porn we made when I was there (took me a while to free up space), and turning it into the same high-quality DivX as before. I tried to use huffyuv as a direct codec off of the capture, to get around the 4GB filesize limit on AVIs (no damned way am I converting my primary drive to NTFS), but I couldn't get it to work, and there's not very much information out there about capturing into huffyuv from a DV source. (I was using Premiere; Virtualdub's DV-capture facility eludes me.) Feh. Someone want to send me a spare 20GB drive? Hell, a 10GB NTFS partition would be just fine for storing the captured data on, before tossing it through Nandub (deinterlace and resize due to funky DV pixels) and that sweet, sweet SBC encoding.
Hey, it's a hobby. |
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