While watching a History channel special, I saw a glimpse of an ancient Egyptian hieroglyph that looked very much like a modern helicopter. A quick search for “ancient egyptian helicopter” (what else?) brought up this page explaining the phenomenon. Apparently, while there is an image that looks surprisingly like a helicopter (alongside one that looks like a tank and another that looks like a UFO, submarine, or really fat jet plane), it’s really just a coincidental overly of hieroglyphs from different eras. In other words, the stone in question has been engraved and re-engraved at least a couple times over the centuries. Pretty strange coincidence, though.
College is fun. You can go along for a couple of years thinking you’re going to do one thing, and then you can suddenly change your mind and throw everyone for a loop (including yourself)! Great fun. Anyways, for most of my college life thus far, I was under the impression I was going to be a programmer. I didn’t really want to be one, but somehow, most of my classes ended up being of the programming persuasion. I blame it on the broad yet oddly limited major I was going after. After a rather dismal experience in the latest programming class (seriously, why they chose Java is beyond me; everyone who’s anyone uses C++…or C#…or…something else…hell, I don’t know), I decided to re-evaluate where I was going and change my major. Good thing I hadn’t yet applied for that godforsaken major, even if I do have a rather useless business statistics class in my schedule.
You may be asking, “What major are you going for now, Cody?” Actually, you’re probably asking, “Why do you think I care, Cody?” but I’m going to pretend that you’re not really asking that. Anyways, I’ve (kind of…sort of…perhaps maybe…) settled on a history major. Yes, history. Boring? Perhaps. Lame? Perhaps. Good paying? Uh, I’ll get back to you on that. It definitely seems to be something I like, though, as I’ve done the best in the history classes I’ve been taking. Maybe it’s the fact that it’s so much easier to BS a history paper than it is to BS a program. You can make things up and sound smart all you want, but if the program doesn’t compile, you suck. I mean, I suck. Whatever.
So, in case you were wondering, yes, this is a personal post. No, there’s not going to be a rant about the unfairness of grading a person down simply because they didn’t show up for four out of every five class meetings (I mean, come on, that’s so fascist and communist and stuff), and no, I’m not going to tie this in to anything remotely meaningful. It’s just me, my feelings, and you, my faithful readers. Please don’t leave me. I swear, I didn’t have anything else to write about…damn fillers.