The advantage of writing one's own analysis software is having it for future reference, being able to understand what the buttons do and knowing for sure what manipulations are being done on my data. The downside of this of course is when the program crashes, something doesn't look quite right, or in this case: two buttons being reversed -- it's all my fault! That's right, no pointing fingers, the buck stops here. Yea... so the programming is going... errr... fairly well.
Weekends go by far too quickly. I was just talking to... almost everyone I know about this. All week I think - "wow, I need the weekend to catch up," but the weekend goes by SO quickly! Friday night was homework, Saturday day was Monon, Saturday night was thesis, Sunday morning was actually a very amusing brunch. Sunday afternoon I promised someone cheesecake that didn't exist...
So far today I've created one experiment, redone an entire database, and written three little programs that helped me port the database. And right now I'm fighting with some linux software that finds white matter tracks to process some DTI images. I'm really just trying to fiddle with things until I can get access to the MEG later today to write the rest of the experiments I'm supposed to have done this week!
Story of the day - The more rude story:
Apparently when I was very young, I was sitting in my high chair with one foot on the table eating breakfast in the kitchen. My mom came into the room and saw that I had my foot on the table and said - "Peter, take your foot off the table, that's rude". To which I promptly took the other foot and put it on the table as well and said - "more rude". Sure, cute little kid stories, I'm sure a lot of people have them! But if you should happen to have two developmental child psychologists as parents - such stories can get turned into lectures in their classes. So years later when eating out - college students can come up to you and say - "hey I had a class with your parents, are you Peter? Are you the more rude kid?"
And if that wasn't amusing enough for you - here's a funny video:
Sign Language to Torn
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Then there was the time I was three, pulled a stool up to the kitchen counter to see what smelled so good, and literally took a bite out of my Dad's birthday cake. My mom caught me red-handed (red-mouthed?), and my only defense was, "But Mom, it was gooooood." Luckily she was able to fill in the hole with frosting before my Dad came home from work.
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