Blog, Paradoxically
An IM from my mother
Mom: Hello! I made it home fine.
Mom: It is always nice to talk to you. Please keep in touch while on your trip. Have a super time. All my love always and forever.
Mom: Your mom
Me: Mom, you know this is live, right?
Me: You're talking to me right now
Mom: Yes you are live and I am alive!! Whew!
Mom: I have never had a live chat or IM you call it. xoxox
Me: haha. I can tell.

I’m still fascinated by North Korea. Just as they’re conditioned to hate us, we’ve been told to hate them.

“I simply do not want to breath the air, which is filled by sensationalism and distorted values. Lets’ admit – all of us have something to do with the poisonous development of our music world, in which “stars” count more than creativity, ratings more than genuine talent, numbers more than…. sounds.” (Click through for full article)

This quote causes me great concern

“… for an average total viewing time of four and a half hours per person. (Let’s keep thing in perspective: That’s still less time than the average American spends watching regular TV per day.)”

Who has the time to watch 5 or more hours of television per day? Perhaps I’m just naïve because I haven’t watched cable TV in two years. But seriously: wtf, guys?

stfuconservatives:

BlizzandZen pointed out that I made a slight mistake in this post. The wise man explains:

“If we raise the debt ceiling, we authorize the government to spend more money.”

Almost, but not quite, and this is the primary point that has people confused. Spending the money has already been…

Wonderfully said.

Crap…

Crap…

m:

(via The previous developer in my office left this. I thought I would share. - Imgur)


I particularly like that last line… explains quite a bit :P

m:

(via The previous developer in my office left this. I thought I would share. - Imgur)

I particularly like that last line… explains quite a bit :P

Discovered in the UX Designers’ corner: a table reserves for painting Warhammer figurines.

Discovered in the UX Designers’ corner: a table reserves for painting Warhammer figurines.

Still Just An Intern

Today is turning out to be one of those days where it becomes abundantly clear that, despite the effort I’ve shown and the capability I’ve demonstrated over the past year at this company, I’m just an intern. I don’t get to have a say in most of the matters that my salaried coworkers get to decide, despite having established a rapport and showing my devotion to the quality of our product. It goes without saying that I get paid less and receive no benefits, though I’m not nearly as concerned about that.

“That’s just the way it is,” while it may be true, just isn’t the kind of justification that makes me feel like a valued employee. Is it unreasonable to expect more than that? Maybe I’ve been spoiled; I’m given “grown up” tasks and interact as any other member of the team, but perhaps that’s just a façade. At the end of the day, at least in the eyes of our corporate overlords, I’m yet another cheap resource offering myself up for exploitation.

I may not get a choice here, but that’s not to say that other employers won’t give me a better chance. Which do you think I’ll choose when I graduate?