Wireless Hell

So I finally decided to move my sister's computer to wireless. However, the internet connection speed was incredibly slow, painfully slow... 52k modem slow. I checked the quality of the link and it was excellent, but for some reason I was only limited to 1Mbps connection. 802.11g is theoretically rated at 54Mb. I read up online and sure enough apparently interference can cause the wireless signal to suffer. So I started the arduous task of switching between channels and checking to see any speed improvements. I also noted that my cordless phone was a big source of interference. It doesn't help that the phone designer thought they will be smart and have the phone hop channels, making my job of finding a suitable channel a painful one. :( Anyways, I finally ended up with a livable internet speed and left it alone. Here is to hoping that no other resident in the apartment complex starts broadcasting more wireless signal and complicating the mess. Speaking of bleeding, the office from across the street has a real strong signal, my scanning revealed that they are at 100 % strength and I am about half a block away. I really don't want to know what kind of signal they must be getting indoors.

The nostalgic walk down memory lane

It all started innocently with a youtube link in one of my old classmate's, Barry, instant message nickname. It was a classic "mockumentary" made by another classmate about our hellish days in Waterloo. I look back in surprise and I am amazed that we managed to survive all that. I wonder sometimes how we did it. Sometimes the work that was asked from us was retarded long , hard and ultimately pointless ( for example, all our real time OS did was to show a clock and a timer, I think we also had a calculator in there.) I don't remember much els in that term, except the lack of sleep, and the dream like state I was constantly in, but I guess this is what gives us a sense of nostalgia when we look back. We can pat ourselves in the back for a job well done for somehow managing not to fail and graduate. However, I wonder if the curriculum that emphasized on a lot of busy work caused a lot of gifted students to get disenchanted and abandon a fulfilling career. After watching that video, I started looking at other youtube videos, there are videos of frosh week, eot, mot, irs. Man... there are so many videos. Sadly none from Hardbooty ( our class). I wish we took some more videos like that to remember our time in hell. :P I feel old now... I wish I was a frosh... When I started my undergrad, I thought I knew what I was going to do. I was totally naive, confident, and clueless. How five years of undergrad took that and turn it around. Now, after all my education and a degree with my name on it, I feel like I know nothing. The more I studied the more I come to realize that my knowledge was limited. :/ Maybe that is how people gain wisdom... or maybe that was just a retarded curriculum.

Ironman rocked my socks off

Granted the story was predictable, the lines were cheesy, but the eye candy was delicious. :)
I really enjoyed myself watching this gadget movie. The best part I think was when Tony Stark was suiting up for his mark 3. The scene reminded me totally of the Blizzard Starcraft 2 cinematic trailer. Which reminds me, that game is going to be so sweet. :D