July 15, 2000 — Everything seems to fall through in retrospect

I more or less took today off from all things office-related, which I will be making up for tomorrow in grand, over-worked style. But it was worth it.

Well, not really.

But it's nice to take a day off now and then. I wasted today by going with my dad to see "Scary Movie" (the scariest aspect of the movie being that it had done so well at the box office) and then by renting "The Usual Suspects" (I have my doubts that anyone else in the theatre was as enthused by the reference to "The Usual Suspects in "Scary Movie" as I was). I also finally got around to an anti-greg poll, as Andrew had insisted upon a few weeks ago. And it related to my general laziness, which he's consistently bitching about, so several birds were killed, maimed, or otherwise injured with a single stone. (How horribly violent of me.)

While I was working on coding the entry poll voting script, this weird guy from Cuba started messaging me saying I'd hacked into his computer. Now, at first I had to think and make sure I'd never tried to break any computers in Cuba (during my more destructive days). Convinced that this was the case, I asked him to elaborate so I could ensure that I was innocent. It seems that somehow my ICQ number had appeared on his computer in his ICQ program, and he wanted my password to delete it. I see two possibilities as to what this was about: either a) he's a script kiddie-style cracker hoping to trick me into giving him my password, or b) he's an idiot and got his computer hacked into, and while the hacker was playing in ICQ, they added "9023483" (my ICQ number) to the guy's list at random. 9023483 isn't actually that random a number series, when you think about it (9-0 are consecutive on the right-hand side of the keyboard, followed by 2-3-4 on the left side -- anyways, it makes sense to me), so it was probably someone stabbing mindlessly at the keyboard and adding my account to this guy's computer. In any case, it doesn't much matter. But that was my adventure for the day; pathetic, hmm?

Oh, and I've also decided that my hobby-o'-the-month will be trying to learn how to do origami properly. I'm going to try and find a store that sells origami paper on Monday. I made a paper bear using the instructions on a Web site I found today, but my paper wasn't perfectly square since I cut it myself, so it didn't turn out terribly well. There's something inherently anti-social about spending your summer before university learning how to fold paper animals and making Web sites, but what else is a guy to do?