Seemed like a good idea...

A debating podium.

Or, perhaps, a woman’s personal opinion of each of us.

Words. I’d play to my strengths.

My current favourite color is Cerulean Blue. It’s such a vibrant colour that can be used for calming and excitement. I have a number of shirts in this colour.

My apartment is (mostly) painted an off-white colour. I plan to continue punching it up with coloured things. Probably things bought off of Etsy since I spend too much time on the site.

I whined about not getting dirty anons.

I deserved this.

As I like to put it, pedestrians are the soft vehicle.

One of my favourite courses in university (outside of my major) was Introduction to the Philosophy of Science.

It approached the scientific method from a philosophical standpoint, challenging what I thought I knew about the most basic assumptions the scientific method works from. It really made me wonder about the nature of scientific truths.

I didn’t question that hypothesis-experiment-proof is a good way to approach scientific investigation, but I started wondering how we might find another way somehow.

It filled a humanities breadth requirement for science majors and a science breadth requirement for humanities.

Needless to say, as the only engineer in the class and one of the few in the hard sciences, I sometimes got ganged up on in tutorials. Like the day they told me that because I believe in the ultimate progress of science, that I cannot possibly believe in god.

I wanted to kill some liberal arts majors that day. I choose to believe in god BECAUSE science can allow us to grow our understanding of the universe. We are approaching god, not casting him/her/it aside, bitches.

Also, rabbits.

I expected messages like this. One can’t go about posting the way I do and about the things I do without feeling hypocritical when things go bad.

Keep your faith in love, though. I will.

Staying in a marriage that isn’t working can be hurtful and damaging. Knowing where you need to be for a chance to be happier is more important.

I still love her. I don’t think that will change anytime soon. I still think that so much of who she is makes her fantastic. I just don’t think we’re as compatible as we thought we were.

If my marriage does end, it will be some time before I am in a place to look for another relationship. However, I am by no means jaded.

If you had asked me days ago, I would have said that the only thing better than having someone that makes you smile is making someone else smile.

I was partly wrong. What’s better is both smiling because each other makes you so.

Hold on to your faith, little grey-headed anon.

Thanks, anon! You are sweet.

I hope they really like me. I think I could have a lot of fun at G*****, but I hope I have the opportunity to work at a site close to me (there’s one about an hour and a half away). Otherwise, I don’t know if I could accept the job, since Maggie’s working somewhere where she will have a great opportunity for advancement with a mentor who thinks she’s the bee’s knees.

If I’m brought in for an on-site interview, that would be fantastic, even just to explore part of that long state on the left coast. Also, I’m already planning on figuring out a way to arrange flights so I have some time to spend in NYC. I love that place, too!

We’ll see what happens. It’s an exciting process with challenging interviews! So, at the very least, it will give me some great experiencing for continuing the job hunt.

Actually, no. My calm burns white-hot if that makes any sense, but I can keep my cool through most anything. I handle strife with grace. To a point.

I don’t yell that often, but it’s better than what comes after. If I stop talking, that’s when it’s best to worry, because that’s something I almost never do.

Mixed kids are often pretty gorgeous.

Plus, mommy and daddy would both be engineers, so they’ll have a package deal.

We need more time, though.

I don’t feel like I’ve got enough energy to really go into detail on this. For that, I apologize.

What I will leave you with is my most important piece of advice for becoming a computer engineer, or even just a developer.

PLAY

My mother taught me to program in BASIC when I was 8. Since then, I’ve really never stopped toying with computers (both inside and out). I have definitely taught myself more programming languages than I was ever taught in school. I made toy programs for everything I could think of. I took apart my father’s computer when I was 10 and put it back together again, completely functional—well, not completely, but who would have a friggin SCSI floppy drive?

Computer engineers (more than normal programmers) also need to know more than just the basics of electrical engineering, too. I had a electronics project kit when I was a kid, but soon graduated to wiring things of questionable natures all over the house. I remember this one time, a family friend kept leaving her keys in the door. So I wired of a simple alarm system that would go off if the door was closed with the key in. It looked kinda like I had rigged the door to explode, but I was young.

Don’t stop playing and tweaking. Look at a piece of software or a device or a website with a limitation with the mindset of “why is it limited like that? Surely, it can be modified.” Have fun doing it.

Have fun doing it.

The problem with computer engineering is that you spend so much of your time debugging. Not everything is like TV and movies where you just punch out reams of code and suddenly you’ve got this wicked system. A lot of the time, you’ll be working on things like “WHY IN GOD’S NAME DOES HOLDING THE SHIFT KEY AND TURNING THE MOUSE UPSIDE DOWN RESET THE TIME TO 1970?”

So, enjoy the play a lot. Find creative ways to solve already-solved problems. Play. Just make sure you back shit up a lot for when you break everything. Because you will, if you are playing correctly.

Polar bears meet with my approval.

Except when they are dirty. Because something white should be white, not off-white.

I am not a polar bear racist. My best friend was mauled by a polar bear. Wait….

Years ago, I took a proper IQ test on the Mensa entrance exam. I am not 100% sure, but I believe it was somewhere around 156-158.

Take a step back for a moment. That may be pretty smart, but keep in mind I couple it with ADHD and a poor work ethic.