Unlike Andrew, who hates music, I actually like music. The tough part is figuring out what I like... I'm not one of those cool kids who's been able to plunk down tons of cash for an iPod or satellite radio, and even CDs seem a shade expensive. I need a good radio station or DJ to play cool things for me.
That's why Pandora is an excellent invention. You give it an artist or song you like, and it finds similar songs you'll probably also like... but it's based on the song's characteristics, not on what other people with similar tastes liked. Pretty cool, and it's free.
Every now and then, the citizenry of Earth changes its mind and realizes I was right all along. In fact this happens so often, that every single time, I have to remind you of all the other times it happened, so that maybe, just maybe, next time you'll cut out the middle man and just listen to me in the first place. Yes, that day may never come. But I have to try.
What did you do this time? Well, it seems President Doofus's approval ratings just keep sinking, and suddenly everyone's starting to get the idea that the Iraq war was not such a great idea. Huh. Go figure. I mean, if you're all figuring this out now, then it must take some kind of genius to have realized it before the war even started.
Just to review, everything I said about the futility of the war more than a year ago still stands today. I, unlike you non-geniuses, do not have to change my mind at all, which is a very comfortable position for me. It's still entirely true that:
Of course, if you'd just listened to me in the first place, we could have averted this whole disaster. Maybe saved thousands of lives. After all, you knew you'd eventually be admitting I was right all along (that's how it always happens, after all -- you must have noticed the pattern by now).
Perhaps next time. Just remember: Andrew's always right, and having your own opinion is an act of futility that won't last anyway. Next time, start out on the winning team -- Andrew's team.
Dateline -- The Pitt! Or... the 'Burgh! Whatever!
A study written by researchers Harold Wolman and Kimberly Furdell of George Washington University and Edward W. Hill of Cleveland State University looked at cities deemed to be distressed, including Pittsburgh, from 1980-2000. Researchers sought to evaluate the level of success of urban revitalization projects and the changes made from the 1980s to the 1990s.In the study, researchers perceived that cities like Pittsburgh, Baltimore and Cleveland have successfully undergone revitalization since the 1980s.
It's like the old saying goes...
(P.S. Kimberly is defending her life today at 4 p.m. ET. Let's all send her good mental vibes.)
Just like me! I'm from Oaktown!
I'm from the STREETS! So is M.C. Hammer!
Seriously, so there was a Drake Hotel Bible in one of Jim Phelps's hideouts. How does that tell Tom Cruise anything? Let alone prove that Jim's the bad guy? Couldn't Jim have visited the hideout between his Drake Hotel stay and his death? Or is the fact that he stole a Bible proof that he's the villain?
Anyway, in other television news, tonight's My Name is Earl ended with star Jason Lee performing the "robot" breakdance maneuver for "comedic" effect. Unfortunately, according to Robot Movie List bylaws, TV doesn't count. However, Furdell.com would like to take this moment to commemorate ten glorious years of using the Robot as a joke.
As far as we can tell, the trend started with 1995's Major Payne, which featured the Robot scene prominently in its trailer (or else I wouldn't know, because I haven't yet seen this cinematic gem). We're proud to report that, a decade later, the Robot is still a hilarious way to show that a character is out of touch. Thank you, Hollywood.
What would you say if I told you that a producer of Prison Break died in his hotel room of a drug overdose?
Wait, don't answer yet. What if I told you... that it happened... in the DRAKE HOTEL in CHICAGO?!?! Red light... green light!
It's a mole hunt, my brother! A MOLE HUNNNNNNT! And you know how I knew, right? Because of those damned Gideons.
CLAIRE
You knew about Jim?
PHELPS
Course he did. Just exactly when he knew is something of a question. Before or after I showed in London, mind telling me, Ethan?
ETHAN
Before London. But after you took the Bible out of the Drake Hotel in Chicago.
PHELPS
They stamped it, didn't they? Those damn Gideons.
I'm sorry. This is awesome, merely because Andrew and I were just talking about how the revelation in the Mission: Impossible movie that Phelps took the Bible from the Drake Hotel in Chicago told you everything you needed to know about how Tom Cruise Figured It All Out. (And by "everything," I of course mean "nothing.") And Prison Break is Andrew's favorite show.
Furthermore, this is the kind of thing that would be used as a subplot on the show... like, I halfway expect that the vice president did it just to get to Michael Scofield.
Oh yeah, not that this guy's death wasn't tragic. Drugs kill kids, blah blah blah. (Although it's hard to feel bad for anybody who produced for 7th Heaven.)
Fametracker has some possible replacements for Arrested Development.
Reason 1: Arrested Development was cancelled today. Nobody watched it like I told you to. Taste the sad.
Reason 2: Microsoft doesn't want to hire me. Damn you Billy Gates!
Yes, I had an interview out there in Redmond, Wash. a couple weeks ago.
I knew it wasn't going to be easy. And, in the past, I've sometimes felt unprepared for the pop-quiz portion of software engineering interviews. This time, I was determined to be prepared.
Microsoft's interviews are notoriously difficult; they fly an army of people into Seattle every day, but make offers to only a small fraction of those people. A day of interviews at Microsoft is like running the gauntlet. They schedule you to talk to three or four different people, and if those people all like you enough, you eventually get passed on to the hiring manager... the big boss. (Come to think of it, it's kind of like a video game.)
Microsoft's philosophy is to look at as many people as possible, and try to find the ones who have the best potential, and they would much rather score someone as a false negative than a false positive. As a result, you can get weeded out in a hurry; if they send you home after only a couple interviews, that's a bad sign. So my mission was to do my best to stay alive and not get voted off the proverbial island. (Has Survivor been turned into a proverb yet?)
Before I left, I prepared myself as best I possibly could. I researched the coding questions I was most likely to be asked, and practiced them in C. I brushed up on C++ and object-oriented programming, and did my best to study up on testing procedures. I even picked up a copy of How Would You Move Mount Fuji?, which is full of famous logic questions (even though Microsoft has moved away from such questions).
I was nervous the day of the interview, as usual. This would be an even longer and arduous process than normal interviews, but it would also be a good test of how well I had prepared. One by one, I talked to members of the Office Business Application team, who were looking for a "Software Development Engineer in Test" (that's a diplomatic way of making "software tester" sound almost as cool as "software developer", even though it's clearly not).
My first interview was with "Altaf", who asked me a question I had prepared for: reverse a string (of words) in place. Mysteriously, I knew how to code it up quickly on the whiteboard. Later, when "Hamesh" asked me to eliminate the duplicate elements of an array, and "Brett" asked me to find missing element in an (n-1)-element array of distinct integers from 1 to n, I was again mysteriously able to come up with solutions (ahem... had some practice on those too). After answering some hypothetical questions from "Clodagh", I made it to the Big Boss... "Anu". I was excited about getting that far... I made it all the way to the end!
It felt like a miracle. Altaf, Hamesh, Brett, Clodagh and Anu. (Heh... "Brett.") I felt like I had set them up and knocked them down. Getting past the technical quizzes is the tough part; I can talk about myself in an interesting and engaging fashion for hours if I can just get past the damn tests.
Sadly, it wasn't meant to be. Getting turned down for a job is tough in any case, but this one really hurt because the degree of difficulty was so high, and I really thought I had nailed it. Microsoft told me they would "move quickly" on a decision, but wound up taking two weeks before giving me the bad news. Maybe that means I was close to landing it; I really have no idea why, in the end, they didn't want me. And that's the most frustrating thing of all; I'd really like to know whether I did some to screw it up in the end, or if there were just other candidates who were better qualified.
Not that it's all bad that I won't be working there. The primary benefits were obvious; they would cover relocation, and I would gain experience in Windows programming and testing, two areas where I really haven't had much experience at all (which also could have been a factor). There were some major red flags going up as I researched employment at Microsoft. Most troubling is the stack-ranking system they have for employee reviews; they grade on a curve, which means somebody always has to get the shaft (and it's usually the new guy). It makes for a less-than-comfortable work environment. Plus, lately, a lot of their smartest employees have jumped ship, worried that the software behemoth is focusing too much of "defense" (i.e. protecting its monopolies) and not enough on "offense" (i.e. innovation and promoting new ideas). Not that I think I would have been one of their smartest people if they had hired me, but I still found it interesting that former long-time employees feel like Microsoft's best (and most interesting) days are behind it.
So anyway, I'm disappointed that it's back to the drawing board on the job search. That's the other reason getting an offer would have rocked... because looking for a job SUPER-SUCKS. It's especially hard in my field, because it's not enough that you have x years of experience or attended y university... you're expected to prove yourself anew to each potential employer. Over the past several weeks I've worked on practice problems, programming quizzes, sample projects, and even an I.Q. test (really!) to prove my worth to various hiring managers. I've done nearly as much coding over the past month as I did all year while having a programming job (sadly, they didn't really give me a whole lot of work to do).
For example: this was a project I did while applying for this job. They said it should take two-three hours; it took me about 10 hours to get it right. After sending it to them, they almost immediately rejected me. Here's another piece of code I worked on for another company's programming test; it was so difficult I wasn't even able to finish in time. This is annoying, not only because it reinforces my low self-esteem, but because doing this work eats up a lot of time, and it's just demoralizing when all that work turns out to have been fruitless. My latest opus is this tic-tac-toe program, which I can only hope will impress the company I wrote it for: "Tic Tac Toe Industries." Hopefully they'll be impressed that my computer player always tries to select the center square first; Andrew calls that the "James gambit."
(OK, that last part was a lie; he actually called it the "Picard manuever." Damn you, Jean-Luc! Always outshining me!)
At any rate, it was great hanging out with Andrew, and it was great being in Seattle. It really reiterated to me how much I love it there... I would love, love, love to move there. Here's hoping somebody will be willing to hire me long-distance.
Once again, I'm very disappointed in you.
This time, you failed to report that the Adam Sandler remake The Longest Yard should be added to the Robot List, which has been lagging far behind the easier-to-update Smashmouth list.
Whats worse, TLY is a rare "triple robot." It contains the following:
1.) A scene in which a character does the "robot dance" for comedic effect;
2.) A later scene, referencing the first, in which a large group does the same dance; and
3.) Scenes from the 1986 favorite Short Circuit.
Other interesting tidbits about this film:
This is, by the way, Adam Sandler's third robot movie, according to the official Furdell.com tally. Thank you, Adam Sandler, for thinking the robot dance is still funny. It's right up there with "old people being cute" and "peeing on things" for you, isn't it. You complete scum.
Seriously, it's awesome.
Though last night's episode had one scene that I thought was totally stupid. Michael's prison doctor, who's been treating him for Fake Diabetes, visits his old psychiatrist. The psychiatrist explained that Michael had been diagnosed with:
1.) Some condition that makes him see the components of lamps, or something. Evidently, a person with a low IQ who is burdened with this condition will go insane -- assuming IQ actually measures anything other than your ability to complete number progressions, that is.
2.) Michael puts the needs of others above his own. Gasp!
So essentially, he was seeing a psychiatrist for his smartness and for the fact that he's too giving. Riiiight. And Jack Bauer came down with a bad case of the awesomes.