Published on
November 17, 2006 in
Musings.
My biggest pet peeves with the T9 typing system:
- When I type 63, I want the word ‘me’ to come up first, not ‘of’.
- It’s funny how T9 doesn’t recognize the most common used texting abbreviations. When I press the 8 key, ‘u’ should show up, because it is more likely to be used by itself than ‘t’. And if you push the next key, ‘v’ comes up? You have to push next twice to get to ‘u’. Who made this behavior standard?
- Same thing with the 9 key, give me a ‘y’ instead of an ‘x’.
- Why don’t common contractions show up unless you put in an apostrophe? I want to be able to type ‘isnt’ just like that but instead I get ‘grou’. Hello, T9 developers, ‘grou’ isn’t a word, give me a better choice. I get ‘theses’ instead of ‘theres’ and ‘warmt’ instead of ‘wasnt’ as well.
This list is by no means complete; its just the annoyances I came up with off the top of my head. My biggest question is if T9 can learn new words by typing in abc mode, than why can’t it become smarter about which words I use most often? If I end up with ‘me’ more often than ‘of’, then give me ‘me’ next time. That’s what Quicksilver does.
If I had a phone that ran Linux, I would so hack T9.
Published on
September 23, 2006 in
Musings.
The sampling of away messages on my buddy list were so good tonight that I just had to post some of them. Even though I don’t really talk on AIM anymore, I can’t seem to ever actually shut it down for more than a day. I am a compulsive away message checker. I know it wastes time, but luckily with the advent of AIM clients that don’t suck such as Adium, I can just scan my buddy list to quickly see if there is anything interesting. The best part is speculating on what they all could mean. Here is the wisdom that everyone left for me on a saturday night (with a little of my own commentary):
- “as cool as the other side of the pillow” — Man this is such a great expression, I have to start using it.
- “Diet Potato Chips…. the reason we fight terrorists to keep America free…..” — Well, I could think of some better reasons. Diet food tastes like crap, and I wouldn’t trust the synthetic sugars. But, you know, different strokes for different folks.
- “feeling like shit…staying in tonight” — Me too. Got a mild cold.
- “I’m not talking about dance lessons. I’m talking about putting a brick in the other guy’s windshield. I’m talking about taking it out and chopping it up.” — I googled it. Royal Tenenbaums. Sorry, it’s on my “to watch” list.
- “damn it is early…getting a prom queen” — Yeah right, Dave.
- “ahhh fuck yea, endicott can suck my nuts” — Some emotional catharsis, from a person who is not usually mad. Nice.
- “sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep…maybe” — There are so many things that could mean. I have a dirty mind.
- “they call me Czar Nicholas… aka the White Russian” — I like it.
- “if your chest says BRUCE you are awesome” — Did someone get written on after passing out last night?
- “advil, ice, and liquor….i love rugby” — Ahhhh, yes. College sports. Add ice baths to that list.
- “Even farting when I’m alone makes me laugh” — Doesn’t it make everyone laugh? Especially a really good one?
Sunday is a day that I always look forward to on campus. It is a refuge after a chaotic week, a day where there are few obligations because everyone is occupied studying in their favorite nooks of the library. Sunday is the one day all year where my schedule remains the same, week after week. In the morning I get up at around 8:30am for a 9am practice, which is always a long run of 10 or more miles. After the run, our whole team converges on Danforth for Sunday brunch, where we reload on pancakes, bacon, sausage, tater tots, omelettes, and cereal. Then comes a refreshing shower, and the rest of the day is devoted to studying and work, with a break at 6pm for dinner followed by 7pm Catholic mass at the on-campus chapel.
Today was no different, except that I went to Barnes and Noble between brunch and dinner and spent about five hours there, studying Discrete Math and completing the reading for my Arabian Nights class tomorrow while sipping on a Chai Tea Latte in the café. Barnes and Noble is one of my favorite places to get work done. The noise level is just right to make me feel comfortable without being distracting. And, since I don’t usually know anyone there, I can work without getting interrupted. Of course, I always allot myself 30 to 45 minutes before the bus comes to browse through the books 
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