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Gregory Morris, 9/25/03 11:42:33 pm |
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You load sixteen megs, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the Weka OneR Classifier.
Ok, I only spent about 8 hours in the computer lab last night, compared to one guy in my group who spent 21 hours. I don't even think we procrastinated. Its not like we started the night before it was due or anything.
Heck, we were both there for about the same amount of time the previous night, and a few times before that.
We just need a Cray to run some of this stuff, and all we have is lab full of Pentium IIIs.
This is what a normal software development process looks like:
-design
-write code
-compile
-execute
-test/debug
-lather-rin
se-repeat...
Ours looks like this:
-decipher professors cryptic intructions
-attempt to design software to that spec
-write code
-execute
-go the the bathroom
-check the process
-get some coffee
-tap the side of the computer monitor to make sure it is still running
-take a nap
-restart the process because it looks like it froze
-build 1000 paper cranes
-realize that it hadn't froze before, but you lost all of your data when you restarted it
-wait around some more
-get more coffee
-watch the status bar move to 2%
-seriously consider sticking a fork in an electric socket for fun
-watch the status bar not move to 3%, because it isn't done running through 20 randomly sized iterations of random samples from a data set
-leave for a few hours
-come back and breath a sigh of relief that it finally finished
-realize you had one tiny error that totally skewed your output
-give up
-live in a cave
Or something like that. I can still remember when I had a social life. I hope i'll have one again some day. Who knows, maybe I'll get my masters, and then be able to have a social life again... Or maybe I'll get so used to this that I'll want to get my PhD. Maybe it will seem normal to never see my friends, my wife, or my dog. Maybe I'll just move into the engineering building. I could live on slim jims and pop tarts, and shower in the emergency chemical shower things. Before long, all the students will just assume I'm some crazy professor, because I'll have a beard, and I'll always be on campus. Then maybe I won't even have to get my PhD. |
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