RescueTime rescues time

So for the past week I've been using this handy time tracking tool called RescueTime. It basically keeps track of the time you spend on all your windows and categorizes them from -2 (very distracting) to +2 (very productive).

It's kinda fun. You can tell them you want to "get focused" for however many minutes, and they'll block all your "very distracting" sites.

(I have yet to actually use this feature. Like I'm going to let some program tell me what I can and can't do)

Then they give you detailed reports of how long you've been productive/unproductive.

More productive during the weekend - to be expected.

It also breaks it down by categories.

For some reason it doesn't realize how much TV I watch on my computer...

I kind of feel they should have a more forceful version. Maybe something that includes an angry pop-up that appears when you've spent too much money shopping online. Or a witty message that shows before they destroy my farm on Farmville. Or even automatic IM responses that will alienate all my buddies and prevent them from IMing me. Maybe it'll happen when I start setting time goals.

But the best part is, when your productivity becomes positive, you get this teeny tiny ribbon:

Huzzah! All that hard work and they couldn't even make the ribbon a little bigger. It'd be nice if it flashed and glittered a little too. Something else they should add to the more forceful version.

boys are awesome

*Names have been changed to protect identites

So as I hope you will be able to tell, I am not Cone*. I am nothing like Cone. Cone is a girl, while I am a boy. Cone is cool, while I am pretty much the definition of awesome that you’ll find in the bible. Cone is interesting most of the time, I am interesting all the time. The list could go on and on.

Even though I am not Cone, I thought I should write about something that Cone is interested in. Unfortunately, I never pay attention to her when she is talking so I have no idea what her interests are. Labels to the rescue! On the right bar of this blog,  you’ll find a list of all the labels Cone has used before to tag her posts with. I’ll just assume those are her interests. I said above that I don’t pay attention to Cone, but she talks so much that sometimes I can’t tune everything out. So I’m going to give you my impression of what she thinks about her interests.

Quick note first: I am surprised that there are no labels for ‘Legolas’ and ‘green’.

Books: Cone likes books. Cone likes to read books because it makes her feel smart, unless the book is a textbook, in which case she does not like reading books because occasionally they make her feel dumb.

Boys: As a general rule, Cone thinks boys are dumb. As with any rule, there are a few exceptions. First of all, even though I am a boy, I am not dumb. Secondly, Cone never thinks boys are dumb until they stop talking to her.

Celebrities: Personally, I do not know much about celebrities. I think Cone must like them though. One day, I wish to be a celebrity so Cone will like me too.

Emo: Cone is emo half the time, and thinking about being emo the other half of the time. Even though she talks as if she dislikes emoness, she secretly loves the feeling. Cone is a closet emo.

Fashion: Cone prides herself on being on top of the latest fashion trends. Whenver Cone sees people dressed in simply jeans and a t-shirt, she likes to think to herself about how much better dressed she is. She then gets a big smile on her face because she is happy that she has a superb fashion sense.

Music: Cone likes music. She likes Stars, Eminem, and maybe even Soulja Boy.

Pictures: Cone enjoys taking pictures of good looking, well dressed people. I am one of these people.

Rubik’s Cube: Cone lurvs rubik cubes. She will see to it personally that you get hurt if you spell it rubix cube. Cone likes these cubes because she twists and spins them very fast. Some people might say that she needs better hobbies, and I think these people are right.

These labels all served to give a clearer picture into Cone’s interests. So if you want to be Cone’s friend, all you have to do is… read emo books about celebrities’ fashion while looking at pictures of rubik’s cubes. And most importantly, don’t be a boy because boys are dumb.

This was a guest post by Chubbers. Check out his blog and my corresponding post here

Freshmen Hunting

As the start of school approaches, one may notice on a college campus the sudden appearance of a great many individuals who seem "glad" and "cheerful" as they make their way from class to class. Depending on your preference, you may want to avoid or instantly bond with such "freshmen." Therefore, I've written up some tips on spotting them.

Tip 1: They travel in packs
Freshmen never move alone. They are continuously trailing along a roommate or two, sometimes even their entire floor. At this point even something like "Let's go buy textbooks from the overpriced bookstores" will conjure up half a dozen eager faces, ready to head out with said freshman.


"I love studying on the grass in bright neon colors!"

Tip 2: They have their ID/keys/good luck charm from Mom around their neck
I suppose this makes it harder to lose, but that's what pockets are for, and this fashion statement is way tacky. Everyone and their mom has a student ID with a corresponding lanyard, not original at all. Try having it hang out subtly from a jeans pocket instead of loped around one's neck.

Tip 3: They're still wearing their high school class shirt or some sort of first-day-of-school ensemble
So they look like they're still in high school. Probably busting out a new Abercrombie & Fitch hoodie that looks the same as the ten other ones they own. (for further info, consult this post) A class shirt can also instantly indicate what year they're in (ie. freshman)

Tip 4: And finally, they talk way too loudly and look way too excited.
You can probably expect them to show up to class around half an hour early, in order to mill around outside and introduce themselves to a new friend. They talk about everything with absurd levels of enthusiasm ("ZOMG the expired bread at the dining commons was sooo good roflcakes")

Just wait, kids. In a few years all of you freshmen will be old and bitter like me. Just kidding. I'm a freshman at heart :D


I love school and learning and studying and learning!!