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Another long day kids...
2012
unknownj
OK then, so another day, another 12kb of crap :o)

Heh... It's 8:40am, and I've already reset the logging computer and started the logging process again, changed the flow through the moisture sensors, and restarted the Vaisala instrument. Sadly, the 8000 is currently outputting a negative reading, which means that the film in there is a very good barrier. Either I set the zero wrong, or it's a better barrier than brass plates :o)

Ooh, and on the radio, it's Lene Marlin - Unforgiveable Sinner... I don't think I've heard that song since... well... since the last time I was here. Radio 2 has their own list of songs they always play, which includes that one - thankfully, their list of Must Play Songs is better than most, so if you have to listen to a radio station that repeats itself, Radio 2 is at least reasonable...

Hmm... So, about them pictures of me I keep putting online - I want people to be very clear on one thing - I'm genuinely not doing it out of vanity. Anybody with a loose grasp of psychology will realise that I do it out of a desire to have my appearance validated by other people since I lack the self esteem to be able to just accept how I look - I need other people to tell me that they do. Which is why I put pictures on my journal - because every response of the type "Ooh, that's nice" helps me a bit. Not in the way that would make me an utter bastard egocentric little twit, just in that I like to feel like I'm not the most gross person in the world. You get the idea... :o)

Today marks exactly two years since I flew to Ireland to meet Karen (8/8/99). I actually have a lot to thank her for (not that she did anything deliberately good), which I didn't have a while ago. Specifically Jen, as it goes. Had I not flown to Ireland to meet a girl I'd never met, the chances are I'd never have thought it possible to fly to America to stay with a girl I'd never met. The fact that it worked there gave me the courage to try it now, and I'm so glad that I did. Also, she rather changed me as a person. Mostly, she changed me into a person who could then be changed by Jen into who I really wanted to be. Kinda like a two year intermediate phase between who I was and who I am. I was happy before those two years, and now I'm happy after them - during them, well, that's another matter...

Then again, she had a lot of bad qualities too. The fact that she pissed me around for months after I left Ireland, and then finally dumped me right when it started to look like things were going to go right is kinda towards the top of that list, and it's by no means all. The lies and stuff kinda got to me too. So basically, I'm thankful that I finally grew up and stuff, but it's not the sort of thing that I'd actually thank her for - she damaged me a lot more than she helped me, in my opinion. Even now, I still have issues of an "I won't let that happen to me again" nature, which kinda restricts how much I trust certain things and situations... But enough of that, I'm just saying, this isn't me saying I appreciate what she did to me - just that it all worked out for the best in the end - I managed to find Jen, who has really sorted me out :o)

Staying on the Karen subject, just because I'm waiting for work, meeting her at the airport was very different to Jen. When I met Karen, it was before having seen a picture of her, save a couple of fuzzy ones, so I had no idea what to expect. And when I saw her, I must admit to feeling slightly disappointed at first. Then there was Jen - I'd seen her on her webcam, seen countless photos of her, and yet not a single one prepared me for what she'd look like. My first thoughts (well, one of them anyway) were along the lines of "Woah, that's Jen? She looks so different!" - I mean, I knew it was her instantly, but she still looked very different to how she looks on the webcam and in photos - specifically, she looked so much better :o) I had been assuming that the pictures were flattering, just so that I wouldn't possibly be disappointed, and then I find out that she actually is the most attractive girl in the world, and that the pictures are all pretty much crap compared to the real thing. That was nice :o)

And now Radio 2 is playing Shelly Nelson - predictably... That's another one on the list of things they always play, without fail. Ho hum... Hmm, I've just had a funny memory come back to me - at one point in America, we were having grilled cheese for breakfast, and I popped upstairs to get dressed and stuff, and when I came down, they'd accidentally burned one (which would therefore have been mine because I don't mind them burned), but because I wasn't there they'd had to give it to one of the munchkins. Funny thing to just spontaneously remember, but there you go... Just little things like that keep coming back to me every now and again...

Well, I've now been here for an hour, and with the exception of that flurry of activity in the first few minutes, I've really not done much... I can't send the e-mail to the guy I'm meant to, since I don't have the password for the computer that's on the network, so I'll just have to wait for Ian to come in (although he's coming in late today), so... I should run a baseline test on the 8000, but I might wait for Bryan before doing that. Or not.... I'll get it started now....

Hmm, now I've started a baseline test on the 8000 with blank plates in there, and I've answered the phone - but as per usual, it wasn't for me, nor was it for anybody who's actually here...

Ooh, the radio is playing Drops of Jupiter - best get myself over to nearer it so I can listen, despite how much hearing the song makes me miss my Jen-Jen... Heh, he said "chicken"... I used the song as an excuse to check on the cell test array that I installed last time - it all seems to be working, which is pretty astonishing really, since it's all my wiring... :o)

Right, Bryan has just been down and has given me some work to do. I have to write a few paragraphs on the principles of operation of an aluminium oxide moisture sensor, presumably for their handbook, I have to test an Excel Data Capture program with the Gaspace 2 instrument, and later on I'll have to prepare the circuit schematic for one of the circuit boards. All in all, it looks like being a fairly busy day, so I'll stop wasting time on this thing for a bit (note: readers will not experience time elapsing between entries in this, unless they stop reading).

Well, the Gaspace 2 I was told to use doesn't have an RS232 port, so I can't do that part yet - perhaps I'll have to use a different one - either way, I have to wait for Ian to arrive before I can just grab one and start using it. However, I have managed to scale the output of the Vaisala instrument, from -76 to -42 (dewpoint in degrees centigrade), which gives us a scale of about 0-100ppm on the analog output. So yay. Now, to start reading up about Aluminium Oxide sensors...

OK, I got hold of a Gaspace 2, tested the software for it, and it doesn't work. Well fan bloody tastic. Oh well, at least I can tell Bryan that, and it won't be my fault or anything. I've now sent that mail to John Jones about the bug, so I should hear back sometime today. Won't be too hard for him to trace the bug - I told him what it was. And now I've just finished writing my report on Aluminium Oxide moisture sensors. So yay...

It's funny, as far as I know, I have a rather different perspective on sex to many people. I personally blame the various girlfriends I've had for this, but it's not a bad thing as such. Many people (you will remain nameless, I'm not in a harsh mood right now) thought I went to America to have sex or something, and I guess they could be forgiven for thinking that - after all, I am a 19 year old guy, and after thinking about it, that would make sense. But here's why it doesn't - I honestly don't see it the same way as other people do. Society has succeeded in making sex seem like this thing that absolutely everybody does as early as they possibly can. The feeling I get from lots of people (especially my cousin Brian) is that sex is great. Not that it's special, just that it's great. So let's look at how I've been brought up by the girls around me. First, there's Karen, who wanted it so much that it did a bit of reverse psychology on me and I didn't. Then there's Liz, who was really scared of pregnancy, Jo, who doesn't want to have sex until she's at least 20, and Harry, who (regardless of contraception and stuff) didn't want to have sex with anybody until she was sure they could be a good father (a few months after I dumped her, she then went and had sex with her casual boyfriend, knowing full well that he had another three girlfriends in various places around the country - so much for that little belief of hers). Anyhow, I guess what it all comes down to is that I've had it drummed into me a lot that this is something you generally wait for in a relationship. My friends, on the other hand... well, let's see, Jimbo has had at least one one-night stand with somebody he hardly knew, Ebs seems to always have some girl he's sleeping with, and they come across as being really negative role models. Their attitudes towards the whole thing don't impress me, and as such, I try not to be like them. My other friends, on the other hand... Vicky is very responsible and stuff, and she actually came to me to ask for advice on how long she should wait with her current boyfriend. I know pretty much every detail of her life, and she sets a good example, one I'd like to follow if I only could. So yeah, basically, all my positive role models and a large number of my actual encounters with women have been of the "Don't rush into anything, wait until the right time" type, and all the negative role models, those things I try to avoid, have been about having lots of sex. Which is exactly why it is that I'm genuinely not driven by that. Now all I need to do is to actually convince people of that, since they don't seem to listen...

Well, that was a lot of writing, wasn't it... You know, I doubt there are many (if any) people who read this posts from top to bottom - I know I probably wouldn't, they all seem to exceed 10kb pretty quickly (this one before noon), and that's perhaps just too long. But I feel like writing stuff down, because in a few years, I'll look back on myself now and perhaps wonder what the hell I was thinking about everything. I know I look back on me as a 17 year old and wonder why the hell I did some of the things I did, and why I didn't do some of the things I didn't. Had I kept a journal, I might be able to remember what it was that made me tick, but as it is, that particular knowledge is lost forever now... So my intention here really isn't to bore you - it's merely to furnish myself with a better understanding of who I am right now, if ever I need one. If you do read all this, it'll probably give you a better understanding of who I am and where I'm at, but it's not mandatory.

Nobody commented on the fact that yesterday I revealed that I sacrifice Polo Mints (for those international readers among you, this means "Lifesavers") to my God in order to cast spells. Did you think I was joking? Well I wasn't. But I'm not explaining it unless somebody asks. Which is unlikely, since nobody will be reading this far ;o)

Saw Dave King at lunch - the person I've known the longest out of all my friends - somewhere in the region of 13 or so years, so that was kinda nice. I still remember going to his 8th birthday party (or some number around 8)... I think he's pretty much the only friend I've got who I've known longer than Becca, which is quite something. Anyhow, so yeah, saw him, chatted to him for a while, that's about it - asked after various mutual friends of ours from Maths, that sort of thing. He looks so tanned, but according to him, he's not been anywhere - it must have really been hot over here while I was away...

In amusing news, today I finally actually saw what the 16x16 Winzip icon is (the one that appears in the top left corner of any instance of Winzip) - it's a clamp on a folder icon. I had never actually known what it was before, I just always recognised it based on other criteria. Suddenly I can, for the first time, really tell what the icon is, having never really bothered looking closely before - I just think it's funny that in all these years, it's taken until now for me to actually bother working it out

While I was wandering into town, I thought of buying the movie Contact on DVD (again - I thought about it yesterday and Monday too), but again decided that I should just not do that - no sense in upsetting myself by watching it. I was also tempted to buy Family Man, but decided that the plot (man gets a glimpse of family life and then loses it) is a little too close to home (as Jen-Jen thought too). Anyhow, I started thinking about watching videos with Jen-Jen, and thought about packing up all the videos. Then I just thought about packing stuff up in general - taking boxes to the barn, packing the attic, wrapping and packing the stuff from the cabinets in the dining room, packing up the toys, and Jen's rallying cry when we got bored of putting things in boxes - "Throw it all away!"... Ah, memories :o)

Now I've been thinking about my name... Jamie is what Jen calls me, and she's the only one allowed to do so. Gaz, Laura, Jo, and a few others presumably call me Jim, my mother tends to call me Jimbi, my father calls me James, my siblings... well... I don't listen to them, so I wouldn't know ;o) My flatmates call me James, my friends from back home call me Webley, and I call myself Me. Now, the question is - which do I prefer? Who knows.... Man, I am so bored - waiting for replies to two work-related e-mails, waiting for this damned 8000 to stabilise and give me a zero, and waiting for the Vaisala instrument to stop bouncing...

And in closing - just think of the noise that a lion makes - Lweerrrhhh!! :o)

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I finally actually saw what the 16x16 Winzip icon is (the one that appears in the top left corner of any instance of Winzip) - it's a clamp on a folder icon.

<shakes head in disbelief>

What time is your lunch break dear boy? Meet you in the coolest hippest happenin' town tomorrow eh?

Sure thing, I start lunch at about 1pm, until about 2pm (my boss isn't in tomorrow, so I can sneak off for a bit of extra time, so long as I make it up elsewhere). Where do you want to meet? There are, after all, so many groovy spots in Thame....

Oh, it's got to be Martins. See you outside there about 13:10 (I imagine it takes you ten minutes to walk there)? Mmmkay?

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