Yes! Score another for the dark—um, I mean green ketchup—side. Unfortunately, that only serves to cancel out the negatory vote of my CS section leader, who abhors green ketchup and blue-filling Oreos. Fortunately, though, he brings us chocolate-filling Oreos and uses size 10 when typing in Times New Roman, so I remain a fan. I hate when Times New Roman is in size 11 or 12 or—Heaven forbid—even larger, so much so that I remember proposing a new font for Hawkeye at some point during what I believe was my junior year. Drat. I'm ashamed to say that I can't immediately conjure up the name of that replacement font; spurred by this shame, I think I'm going to ramble on until I know that name. Something I do remember about it is that it was fairly rare and we kept having to reinstall it on both the library computers and any personal computers where we started messing with layouts. I want to say Franklin Gothic Book, but it's not it... wait... Garamond! Yeah! Size 10.5, because I was pulling for 10 in emulation of the Harvard Crimson supertiny font thang and normal people, out of concern for not being able to pull that much content out of the piddling pool of writers, went for 11.

Ah, those good old days when I could recognize any of the 480-plus fonts that I owned anytime, anywhere. It's an embarrassing talent which seems to have greatly diminished in the past few months. That might be attributable to my recently-much-reduced futzing around with PageMaker nearly as much, or to my new geographic location where more people use Macs and, thus, a whole new set of fonts. Sigh. Speaking of PageMaker, Hiten tells me that Adobe is phasing it out and, instead, replacing it with InDesign—yet another subtle sign that I am slowly going past my prime. I used to be in touch with the latest gadgets and gizmos of desktop publishing, own (relatively) nifty hardware, and even know a few PANTONE colors by number. My 633mhz Pentium III and 100-meg Zip drive used to be hot, man. Now I'm all old and crusty and refuse a new laptop when my parents freely offer to get me one. Heck, I'm even clinging to a much-beloved Windows 3.1 program called Cardfile for my address book by copying it from my old 386 to the Pentium to the Pentium II to the Pentium III to the laptop over the years. It works almost literally like a Rolodex: a bunch of index cards are given one line of space for a title and about ten more lines for content; they can be alphabetically sorted by the title line and—oh, wait, that's it. It doesn't recognize fonts, tabs, or even Still, it's lovable in its simplicity and startup speed. Yeah, I'm un-hip, un-cool, and I do the macarena à la Dr. Eeeevil. I even suspect I may soon revive that PANTONE color trick the analog way, via those pricey but awesome Trio markers that I've been slowly accumulating for my ME class.

Funny how recent updates have often strayed into nostalgia. I think it's because the present is happening much too quickly for me to properly document it. So, rather than doing it incorrectly, I'm avoiding it altogether. A lame plan, I must admit, but I'm too lazy or too procrastinatory to fix that right now. Boggle's due really soon, and while I have the main algorithm theoretically figured out, it's a few hundred miles from theory to the totally-debugged and functional program that's expected from me on Wednesday. That and my ME101 project due on Thursday have pretty much hostilely invaded and conquered my whole mind for the moment. The week. The forever. Anyway, that's all, folks!