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You don't have a class that teaches push down automata, context free grammars, and Turing machines? Those are all really important to creating compilers, and the two classes we had on it both liked to imply that CFGs were one of those things that every programmer had to know.https://www.cise.ufl.edu/academics/undergrad/courses I don't see it. It might be offered as CIS4930, which is for special topics. I don't know if there's a list of those courses anywhere Yeah, I don't see anything in there that sounds right. Can I just say, though, that the first like 5 classes on that list are things I want to take? I'm really mad, I don't have enough interesting classes at my school, so I had to take random shit to fill up hours. Very jealous. I think those are for our "digital arts and sciences" major, which is basically cs with a focus on the artistic stuff. It's a really cool degree, but very difficult

You don't have a class that teaches push down automata, context free grammars, and Turing machines? Those are all really important to creating compilers, and the two classes we had on it both liked to imply that CFGs were one of those things that every programmer had to know.https://www.cise.ufl.edu/academics/undergrad/courses I don't see it. It might be offered as CIS4930, which is for special topics. I don't know if there's a list of those courses anywhere

Oh that automata class sounds cool, I don't think we even offered a class like that

What classes are you taking? You're a junior btw right?

We gotta start calling random number generators RNGs now Unless we're generating random even integers or something I guess. Then we'll call it an rrngg

Did you guys know that a ring without a multiplicative identity is called a rng? That's crazy

There's always more to the story than what gets reported

Even in America what gun control has been instituted has had questionable results. For example, Chicago has the strictest gun control of any city in the states, but one of the highest murder rates. Compare that to Houston, which has some of the most lax gun control, but one of the lowest murder rates. In several notable cases violent crime has dropped sharply when concealed carry legislation was passed (in florida, I believe it was Miami or Orlando). There is room for some tweaking of American gun control legislation. But as you say, people expecting transformative results are in for a rude awakening. And in contrast, states like Vermont with some of the laxest gun laws in America have a rate of gun crime comparable to Canada For what it's worth Vermont has no major cities and no major smuggling rings a la Florida and California

Sometimes you can order a side for $2.50

I don't understand purposely inducing detachment from reality, especially if you're using it to self medicate some issue in your life (note: I don't mean you are depressed or upset, by any means, and using alcohol as a coping mechanism [i.e., due to unemployment]; I just want to provide an anecdote). Every moment I later reflect on seems no more real than a fictional story penned by some author, or watching a movie, or so on. The present seems real enough, but so do my dreams, especially the ones I wake up from, get out of bed, have breakfast or use the bathroom or check the news--and then I wake up, frustrated, thinking didn't I already do this? So I get out of bed, have breakfast or use the bathroom or check the news, and then I wake up... When do I know I'm not dreaming? How do I know my current wakeful period is simply a longer dream than the others? Since I can't ever be sure, so I must continue as if I am awake. So I see it's nearly 5:00 pm--I was in bed for upwards of 12 hours, some of it asleep, the rest confused and thinking and waking. That's nice, considering I only had 2 hours of sleep, at best, for nearly a 24 hour period prior (which is also nice, because at least I had managed to fall asleep, rather than start falling apart after being awake over 50 hours). There's not enough time to put together a dinner, but there's too much time to idle at work before I clock in. Oh well. So I have a quick dinner, get ready and walk to work. On the 20 minute walk, I listen to at most a few songs over and over; today was Detroit Social Club, and try to focus on the song instead of thinking. Thinking often leads to a reflection of my state of mind; a sense of unknowing and distrust for my own experiences. I'm somewhat successful, I guess, while I listen to "Sunshine People," and then "Rivers and Rainbows," and then "Kiss the Sun", and then repeat. I arrive at work 30 minutes early, so I grab some stuff my brother and I need at home, and then pay with my EBT card, wondering how much the benefits will decrease since my brother and I have been working for a bit now. Will our increased income not cover the decrease? Is feeling "full" after dinner more important than staying cool in 90+ degree weather and high humidity? Oh well, worries for another day. After listening to "Sunshine People" and "Rivers and Rainbows" and "Kiss the Sun" about twice more, I begin work. As it happens, some one is having some breakdown at the front end, either from not taking the medication they were prescribed or abusing something that they obviously weren't. Her yelling and aggressive behavior, although not directed towards me, is discomforting... and then scary... and then, oh no, there's something following me. I know what it is, somehow--a lanky, smiling, humanlike abomination--and it's right there behind me. So not only is there that crazy women, there's crazy me. Of course, unlike the customer, I work here and have to hide my fear and paranoia. So I continue doing my job, although I'm unable to look behind me (because what if I see it with my eyes!) or back up (because I don't want to touch it). Once all the garbage is gathered, I head outside to collect carts (and to get away from that customer who is still [bleep]ing after nearly 45 minutes). It's a bit difficult to do so without backing up, but I manage it, even after the police show up to defuse the situation. Their presence doesn't help--they aren't trained to deal with someone like me, and I don't know how well I'd be able to deal with them if something happens. As well, did anyone of importance notice how I would circle around rather than back up? I hope not, because then I'd have to explain myself. Luckily, no one did. The persistence of this delusion fades, and I'm able to finish my job by closing. My brother stopped by from his job and is waiting outside. We sit and talk a bit until a coworker is able to drop us off home an hour later. So I take off my uniform, have a sandwich, and then head back to my room. I essentially sit at my computer, trying to do something. A visit a few forums and sites, post a reply that will be dismissed in a discussion about climate change. An hour later, I watch an episode of a show I appreciate. Despite me enjoying the show, it's hard for me to watch it, or any show, or movie, because I don't want to do anything. Finding motivation or the will to click "Play" is pretty hard. Finding the will to diddle around in some programming language, or continue reading from where I left off a week ago, or doodling on some program or paper, or so on... those are harder. The show ends. The next episode is queued on the playlist. All I would have to do is click "Play." But instead, I stare at the screen for a bit and then hit my usual internet sites. Ok, World War III hasn't started... Nothing new in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire since yesterday... And so on, until I realize I hadn't checked Off Topic in upwards of a day. I skim the posts. Oh, my brother still wouldn't be able to handle a tarantula even in an terrarium... someone is getting their annual shower... and then a post about getting drunk. I took Abilify (and had tried a bunch of others under a psychiatrist's direction) and Zoloft for a few years. It seemed to work better than not taking them. Upwards of a year and a half ago, their effectiveness essentially dropped. Increases in Abilify caused me to sleep for nearly 18 hours, and be drowsy for the rest, so I returned to my regular dosage as prescribed and directed; ok, I don't sleep for as long and feel more awake, but it takes me 2 hours to fall asleep now. Zoloft is too expensive, so I stop taking that and don't notice a difference. I finally dropped Abilify on my own (not cold turkey--I'd probably be more screwed up now if I had). Good thing too, the patient assistance program is dropping the medication (nothing odd that the patent expired this year and the program was discontinued in turn, nope, perfectly coincidental). So here I am, disconnected from Ye Olde Reality, not of my own doing. I'm suffering, miserable, scared, paranoid, sad, lonely... All day, every day. My doctors, therapists, and prescribed medications are at best a temporary solution to this seemingly permanent problem. I mean, my care provider doesn't think my issues affect my daily life "significantly." I suppose being a good imitator of general social interaction helps hide the issues, and mostly staying in my room hides the rest. Numbing myself in any way--alcohol or tobacco "recreational drugs"--would be yet another temporary solution. However, unlike, say, going to a therapist, they would accelerate my descent, as they do many others, both sick and otherwise healthy. In the end, I'd rather be aware of my problems and not introduce any more. I wonder what it would be like, being "healthy" and otherwise functioning. I guess those who are healthy tend to take it for granted, and those who aren't value temporary relief, regardless of the aftermath, than perpetual suffering. You might appreciate this: http://edgartheschizophrenicanteater.tumblr.com/

I feel ya

I don't think I've ever seen an attractive woman call herself fiercely independent

I gotta say though that the emo scene has gotten a lot better in the last 3 or 4 years. It was awful for the longest time, now there's a bunch of great bands out there

Been listening to PBTT a lot lately

http://www.itv.com/news/2015-08-12/airline-announces-weigh-in/

DOUBLE POST CUZ NEW BT SONG https://britishtheatre.bandcamp.com/track/cross-the-swords

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QqrOu2fpj_I Lol the drummer is wearing a 'size shirt

Damn ive been out of the loop, congrats I guess lol

When did you max??? And damn you're rich

Are you in a clan? I didn't have too much trouble getting my master rc robes cuz a bunch of other people wanted them too. Worst case scenario you can pay some friends to play with you

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W3fSZLy1pjg

Gotta page Thai and see how many data points we need