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robotech_masterWell, I don't have as much time to update as I would have liked, so I guess I'll just post an abbreviated version now, and write more in depth (including on Jericho) tomorrow. I need to get in bed and then spend a few hours working on writing up more notes and things for the presentation of the final project tomorrow.
I got a call a couple hours ago, after I'd just gotten home, from one of my teammates. He sounded generally stressed, and basically impatient with me. I can't say that I blame him much. He's worried--he was talking about not going to bed, just so he could work straight through the night on the project. We need to give a good presentation tomorrow--good enough that it will make up for our project not working if we can't get it working by time to present. I say if "we," I suppose I really should say if they--they're the ones who've been doing all the grunt work on it. I feel guilty about that. So I guess I need to be sure and give the best presentation I can tomorrow. Which means writing it all down in advance and practicing it out. I don't think it's even clear who's going to be giving what parts of it yet--but I guess we'll work that all out tomorrow. I'm hoping I can at least give a good show, and play to my strengths in performing and writing. I don't think Satzinger will fail us unless we just stand there in a daze for half an hour without doing much of anything--but it's not something I want to stake my graduation on.
The bug bombs did their thing while I was at work today. Their thing being supposedly to kill all the roaches in the room. They didn't. Even when I used them at a concentration probably well beyond what was recommended on the box. What they did (just like the last time I used them) was cause a lot of the roaches to scamper out into the open, then go into a sort of torpor--like death, but they would start to move again once the air cleared out enough, or if you nudged them. But at least that meant they'd hold still long enough to be vacuumed up.
Thus, I've done some pretty frantic vacuuming and mopping since I got home. I think I can say with some confidence that the majority of the roaches in my apartment are now in the dirt receptacle of my vacuum, or else mopped into the wastebasket. I don't know about their hidden nests, though. Are the roaches therein dead? Stunned? Injured enough that they'll kick off on their own within a few days? I don't know. But now that my room is cleanish, I should see about having the landlord's men come out and spray around some and hope that their high-strength bug poison does the trick where my foggers failed. And perhaps get some roach motels and bait discs and things to spread around, too.
More tomorrow, after the presentation when there's time.
I got a call a couple hours ago, after I'd just gotten home, from one of my teammates. He sounded generally stressed, and basically impatient with me. I can't say that I blame him much. He's worried--he was talking about not going to bed, just so he could work straight through the night on the project. We need to give a good presentation tomorrow--good enough that it will make up for our project not working if we can't get it working by time to present. I say if "we," I suppose I really should say if they--they're the ones who've been doing all the grunt work on it. I feel guilty about that. So I guess I need to be sure and give the best presentation I can tomorrow. Which means writing it all down in advance and practicing it out. I don't think it's even clear who's going to be giving what parts of it yet--but I guess we'll work that all out tomorrow. I'm hoping I can at least give a good show, and play to my strengths in performing and writing. I don't think Satzinger will fail us unless we just stand there in a daze for half an hour without doing much of anything--but it's not something I want to stake my graduation on.
The bug bombs did their thing while I was at work today. Their thing being supposedly to kill all the roaches in the room. They didn't. Even when I used them at a concentration probably well beyond what was recommended on the box. What they did (just like the last time I used them) was cause a lot of the roaches to scamper out into the open, then go into a sort of torpor--like death, but they would start to move again once the air cleared out enough, or if you nudged them. But at least that meant they'd hold still long enough to be vacuumed up.
Thus, I've done some pretty frantic vacuuming and mopping since I got home. I think I can say with some confidence that the majority of the roaches in my apartment are now in the dirt receptacle of my vacuum, or else mopped into the wastebasket. I don't know about their hidden nests, though. Are the roaches therein dead? Stunned? Injured enough that they'll kick off on their own within a few days? I don't know. But now that my room is cleanish, I should see about having the landlord's men come out and spray around some and hope that their high-strength bug poison does the trick where my foggers failed. And perhaps get some roach motels and bait discs and things to spread around, too.
More tomorrow, after the presentation when there's time.
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Presentation
Date: 2001-12-11 08:03 pm (UTC)How did you presentation go today?