Michael K

Tue, 05 Aug 2008 05:42:10 GMT

How this for a meme? Download the above chart, and arrange the fruits as you feel they should be. I, for example, would put grapefruit much closer to the top, and would put apples closer to bananas in difficulty.

Sat, 28 Jun 2008 20:31:57 GMT

Well, there's a bunch to tell.

I got here, I piddled around (I don't seem to be at all good at filling my time), and I visited a couple friends.
I went to graduations, and gave a couple gifts.
My grandparents came over with a couple cousins, and we all visited.

My internet crapped out, so it's been worse than dial-up for the last couple days. Few pages actually manage to load.
I guess I can forget about Lord of the Rings HD-1080.

Annnd, I'm leaving town on Monday. Adventures will commence!

Also, I need some time just to work and work and work. I think when I get back, I'll do the bare minimum and not come online, and I'll spend as much time as possible writing, drawing, and coding things.

Also, I'll have to ask friends and family if they need webpages built.

Question!

Tue, 24 Jun 2008 08:18:28 GMT

You have blondes, brunettes, and redheads. You have skinheads, too, if they're shaved.
What are people with black hair called?

Lego Gummies

Sat, 21 Jun 2008 04:57:10 GMT

Great. Just great.

Actually, (this was about five years ago, I think) I had seen some hard candies that were lego-like and could be stacked on top of eachother. They were fun. But then, it was at a point where I wasn't three years old and in danger of chocking on blocks.

Sun, 08 Jun 2008 04:01:46 GMT

What makes it funnier is that it's pretty much a true story.
As Tycho puts it:

I can remember when it started, truly started. Chits were no longer sufficient to really encompass the hitpoints of his most powerful Pokémon cards, so he began using a d10 for the first digit.

After that, it was only a matter of time.

Sat, 31 May 2008 22:14:34 GMT

http://www.venganza.org/2008/05/22/traditionalizing-in-cyberspace.htm

Thu, 22 May 2008 20:24:33 GMT

I need it.

Thu, 22 May 2008 18:18:14 GMT

http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/exploits_of_a_mom.png

Fri, 09 May 2008 04:13:00 GMT

I'm posting this from my sister's iPod Touch.
It's pretty good.

Sun, 09 Mar 2008 07:53:26 GMT

I want everyone to go to http://atomicat.com and list here everything at all that you don't like. The white background? The sliding photos? The inconsistent font styles? Anything at all, I need to know.

Also, tell me what browser you used to view it.

There'll be free ~~coffee and muffins~~ photo previews! I updated all the pictures, so everything (well, except one or two photos) are new!
We're also well on our way to loading up a whole wack of galleries, each one with its own theme. A few more days.
If you want, tell me what kinds of photos you like best. Maybe we have some kicking around that we didn't plan to upload.

Fri, 08 Feb 2008 14:46:48 GMT

CITY

For a couple weeks.

Sat, 19 Jan 2008 06:23:13 GMT

Kyle// says:
glad you didn't die or get burned
Michael Kozakewich says:
No, it just kind of popped out as I came.

Sat, 12 Jan 2008 23:08:10 GMT

There was a spot of water on the floor.
Hm. I wondered why. Did someone drop something? Could it be coming from the ceiling? It was dastardly to imagine the roof was leaking.
I looked up around the light bulb and examined the bits of roof peeking through between the insulation and vapour barrier. I couldn't see any water or staining, so...
Then I saw the flies. All over, right behind the plastic covering the ceiling.

Waiting.

Mon, 31 Dec 2007 22:32:37 GMT

I still haven't finished packing everything. I just kind of wander around finding things I haven't packed, and then throwing it in the pile where everything else is that needs to be packed.
Still, I've managed a couple boxes. I needed to check emails, but now I'm going to it for another couple hours.

It's also a beautiful day out, today. A sunset! I can't wait to get outside.
Bai!

Romanticism!

Sat, 22 Dec 2007 10:00:52 GMT

I've created a new concept. You know when you're packing things up, and you're sort of starting a new life? That's the end of your Pheonix Cycle. It's your rebirth into something new.

I'm generally of the mind that we have several lifetimes. You have the childhood stage of learning everything, and then you're going through school, and then you're going through more and more school. At my stage, I'm finished school, and I'm going to accelerate my skill aquisitions. I'll be doing that for a couple years, and who knows where I'll be at the end of that.

Of course, in this mindset, I'm constantly appalled by the fact that most high-school graduates are the equals of any other adult in the city. I mean, they'll generally have to grow a few years more before they're really equal on terms of knowing mortgages and working full-time and just generally knowing their way around all those adultly things, but I'd expect that there would always be someone older who'd know more than them. It's really nearly incomprehensible that I'm smarter than 90% of the customers who come into our store. It's like people just STOP growing at twenty-something, and then just stagnate. Childhood is a FIFTH of your lifetime. And then you have all this opportunity to vastly increase all these skills, and I'd expect them to be something amazing by 40. I've been measuring my progress on certain skills, and I notice that just one year can make a big difference, and two years helps you gain a great prowess. My 20 wpm typing speed from grade 12 rose to 60 after two years of constant typing at school. That's three times the speed, after only two years. I've learned so much about drawing, and I've only been doing that for a couple months, and only sporadically. I've learned an incredible amount about grammar since high-school. I was comparing Chapter A of my Dictionary Story, which I wrote in grade 11 or 12, to Chapter B, which I wrote just a couple months ago. I can already see such a tremendous improvement that I hardly need to revise Chapter B at all, while I have to extensively re-write sections of Chapter A.
I can only imagine where I'll be in two years.
I can only imagine where I'll be in four years.
Imagine six. Or eight. When I'm a bare 30, just what will I be? Each year is such an opportunity, and every year millions of people waste theirs.

Sat, 08 Dec 2007 01:58:36 GMT

Woot, I was thinking and thinking, and I've realised something:
NOTHING you do ever matters, until that something becomes tangible. I made soup, today. If I hadn't told you that, the soup wouldn't have existed to you. Schrodinger's cat. If I had burnt the soup I made today, I could make another pot, tell you about how wonderful that pot was, and you'd be none the wiser. I would have had this wonderful masterpiece, and you'd all say wow.

The same thing goes with artworks and things like that. The simple fact is, if you can't seem to get it, and it's always a little off, it really doesn't matter. Just redo it. You'll have to get it right eventually.

My story is crap right now. When I say that, what I'm really saying is that my story WOULD be crap if I submitted what I had at this moment to a publisher. But I'm not going to, and so it's not really crap. It's a work-in-progress.
I can take as much time as I want on the story, and I will. I'll redo some parts of it, and I'll tweak others. I'll fill in pages and pages between the lines. I'll change characters' names and shapes and who they are, and I'll rewrite whole chapters to keep in line with those characters' changes.

I think too many people get depressed about their works-in-progress. If you applied that to what I just said, I'm saying too many people get depressed about NOTHING.

Sun, 18 Nov 2007 01:27:53 GMT

I am not: normal
I hurt: when sliced
I hate: as little as possible
I fear: some things?
I hope: for everything
I crave: Heehee ;)
I regret: Any choices that could hurt in the far future.
I cry: When I'm struck by the muse.
I care: when I can
I long: for anything that cannot be
I feel alone: when I am alone (unless I'm being watched, because I may feel like I'm alone then, too. Then I start singing, and then notice the other person, and get embarrassed).
I listen: To everything.
I hide: and go seek
I drive: if someone makes me (and there's one passenger who's been a driver for several years)
I sing: when I'm alone (as above).
I dance: for a second or two, to be silly. On a dance-floor just makes me feel useless.
I write: Novels! Anything, really. I'll write what strikes my fancy. Memoirs.
I breathe: deeply and slowly while jogging. That's how you avoid those painful tight lungs.
I play: at everything.
I miss: the past, I suppose. I could go and revisit, but then it's just new.
I search: for the right words
I learn: everything I find interesting
I feel: bits of knowledge, until the pieces fall into place
I know: enough to know that true knowledge is the knowledge that you know nothing at all, and that even more knowledge is the knowledge that you actually do know a little, but in a different sense than actual knowledge. I can put it in a ranking system. I'm a class-3.
I say: less than I should. More than people think I should. It's all in the ear of the beholder.
I succeed: in my own way, slowly, and at some other things.
I fail: if I don't keep my eyes open.
I dream: at night and in the day
I wonder: at everything
I want: some things here and there
I worry: that time is running out.
I have: lots, but not much in the way of material possessions.
I give: if I think it'll really help. More of that later, when I have stuff to give.
I receive: Uh... my life.

Thu, 25 Oct 2007 12:00:04 GMT

Wow. I have to repost this.

And I redid the gallery at atomicat.com. I'd tell you to come on down, but it's not uploaded, yet. I'll get back to you on that.

Ummmm, sleep. And... beef. I shouldn't have had so much.

...

Yeah, I'm should being at bed. Night!

Thu, 18 Oct 2007 21:21:58 GMT

Mm, I have to post this. It's a Vonnegut short-story, and it's an example of perfection.

Sat, 06 Oct 2007 20:41:20 GMT

THANKSGIVING

Fri, 28 Sep 2007 23:00:30 GMT

YAY! I caught up with online-ness! Now for breakfast....

And then I think I'll draw a picture.

Monsters under the bed...

Fri, 07 Sep 2007 06:36:44 GMT

I managed to see the little monsters under Atomicat's bed...

Sat, 01 Sep 2007 04:45:27 GMT

On the way home, there was a couple walking some little white chihuahua cross. It was hobbling along beside them carrying a stick.
"Gruh guhruh ughhh," it said as it passed by me.

It was adorable.

Wed, 29 Aug 2007 04:20:52 GMT

The ratio between 8.5 and 11 is 1.2941176470588235294117647058824.
800x600, while straightforward, is not actually the correct dimensions to stretch an image over 8.5x11 paper.
792x612, at 72dpi, will give you an image eight-and-a-half inches by eleven inches.

Sounds like fireworks are going on outside. I should stick my head out the window to see if I can see any.
Nope, I think they stopped.

I made soup! I grated a head of cabbage and a couple carrots (and my finger), added a bunch of water, a can of tomatoes, and two cans of tomato soup. I added some hot-sauce as well, and learnt that a big spoonful is enough for two pots.
Next time, I'll add some split yellow peas, and maybe some pot barley.
Over the course of the last hour and some, I've eaten four bowls. Yum.
Just ONE more.....

Tue, 28 Aug 2007 23:52:08 GMT

My mom sent me an email today. ("Career Opportunity!!")
I think it's just a little over my head to actually apply, but I gave it a readthrough anyway, because I do that.

So for this corporation, they want someone to snaz things up a bit by "producing boxes, decals, header cards, manuals and other forms of packaging, as well as assisting and proofing the efforts of domestic and overseas vendors who provide house branding for [the company]."

Among the responsibilities is this task: "Coordinating translation of packaging copy into French, using translation services when necessary."
And then I realize: Someone around me -- anyone around me -- could get this job. I would alway love to imagine an employee, resplendant in his beret, carefully looking over the words on the packaging and finding the best alternatives en Français. Instead, I'm confronted with the image of some regular kid, with that expression on his face that says he's stupid, glubbering around on babelfish and selling the smatterings of gibberish as finished product.

So THAT'S why french on packaging is so weird!