I don't generally post this kind of stuff here, but since I've been hearing talk of the likes that my top ten list will never be finished, I thought I'd mirror this particular blog entry here. I have a habit of writing completely nonsensical entries where I simply ramble, ramble, and ramble some more until I feel content that I've written enough to satisfy my readers. Consider yourself informed, and enjoy the rambling.

This blog title (and the corresponding subtitle) are both from the ever-amazing Serenity. At this particular point in time, I'm sad to confess that I've only seen the movie about six times; it's still not quite enough. Let it be known, though, that I generally re-watch both movies and TV shows, especially the latter, a great number of times. I've seen every episode of House about three-four times (some six or more), every Scrubs episode at least three times, Firefly at least four times, and the list goes on and on.

Sorry about the delay in the top ten list -- I know a lot of people have been actively following it, and I'll apologize once again for its delay. Last night I had to read Frankenstein in its entirety and write a short itty-bitty paper about it. I must say, having never read the book before (and, actually, knowing near-to-nothing about it), that the book was absolutely incredible. It's definitely one of my new favorites -- before this, I had never quite given the myth quite as much credit as its worth, taking it as little more than a cheesy science-fiction/horror book (the movie, although I've never seen it, is drastically different from what people are telling me). I feel no shame in admitting that I damn near teared-up at one or two occasions in the book. I feel so bad for Frankenstein's creature. Sadface.

Aside from the sadness I experienced at Mary Shelley's creation's expense, I've been having an absolutely fantastic week. Sure, you may say, it's only two days into it… But it's been a fricken' awesome two days. I'd elaborate, but I won't. Namely for two reasons: firstly, I don’t want to jinx anything by speaking aloud the name of such a phenomenon, and secondly I don't generally like talking about my personal life. It's something I've learned from years upon years of blogging: never talk about your personal life; or, rather, never talk about people from your personal life. It just never ends well. Sure, you can credit a friend or two now and then to something they'd very obviously want recognition for (or a site plug), but for any other reason I keep a strict policy of secrecy.

With that information, it's a wonder that I manage to ramble quite as much as I do. I mean, by this point, I think I could fill a fairly lengthy autobiography by just compiling a few years worth of blog posts into book form… People wouldn't buy it, of course, but it'd be great trash can fodder.

In fact, now that I think of it, I should publish a new book; for one, I could quit referring to this book as being a claim to a fame I don't even want. Sure, it was nice back then, but while it was both a great achievement (for my age, anyway), it had such a tremendously negative effect on my "normal" high school life that, now, I wish I would've enjoyed a bit more. I mean, I can't look back on my time in high school with pain and misery, but I certainly think I could've been a bit more friendly and outgoing. Plus, and I say this with fear of some sort of hesitation, I think my contributions to Graphics Programming Methods were a far greater and more polished than my previous book. GPM is a book that I still feel never got the attention it rightly deserved but, then again, I am kind of biased in that particular subject.

One day, I'll have an entirely fictional novel up with the ranks of Focus On 3D Terrain Programming, obviously written under my same name -- though, quick story, I'd still like to change and when people search for "Trent Polack," find two radically different books, I fully hope that at least someone spontaneously combusts with such surprise, terror, and confusion. Well, I don't really hope that, but the idea makes me giggle a little bit.

It's a weird thing for me, to actually want to wake up every morning just so I can go to class. I don't think, save for a fairly long period of last semester, that I've ever actually enjoyed the idea of waking up, just so I can actually attend my classes. The thought of going to lecture in the morning for an hour in a crowded lecture hall actually sounds fun -- this being English 351 (Literature from 1660-1860), and is just an awesome lecture to be in. After that, I have Spanish 102, which is awesome in part because it's simply a fun class to be in, but also because there are people, or is a person, who the mere sight of makes the hour worthwhile. Then on Thursday, there's Spanish (which is Monday-Thursday, every week), and then an hour break, at which point I will then attend a class focused solely on study the genre of science-fiction as literature, both an incredible class with great readings, and an endlessly interesting, intelligent, and entertaining lecturer. And on Monday nights, for three hours, I get to go to my Creative Writing class (which took some doing to finally get into), which is all sorts of awesome.

Okay, I'm now tired enough to sleep. It's been fun. I should get back to the top ten list tomorrow… Barring something more entertaining cropping up, of course. And, I'm not going to lie to you, GUN is pretty entertaining.