Ravings of an Undead Cheese Minion

I won't bore you with the whole long list, and I'm not bothering to check my 2021 ones, because I know I fell off the map. It doesn't matter. It won't happen this year. At the end of 2022, I will look over my list (which exists on a Trello card) and be proud of what I have accomplished.  I have  to over-engineer it a bit. I can't get excited about the new year unless I do, trying to push myself to a high level of excellence at everything.  My resolutions are in the following categories: fanfiction, cyber (internet/gaming/TV shows/movies), art, other worlds, writing, coding, reading, music, fitness, and theme park design. I also made master lists of all the books, TV shows, movies, and games I want to get through this coming year. I have not been good at having fun until recently. Got to learn how to balance work and play.  I wonder if I'll get any new coaster credits this year. I should at least get the Snowbird mountain coaster this spring. So that's someth...

Believe me — I don’t want to be. But, I know my social anxiety has caused a lot of issues in this regard. Ultimately, this is the core reason. That, and — I want to make a few things clear.   Love and romance are the most important things in the entire world. Nothing else is more important. Nothing. NOTHING. Everything I do ties to it. Every. Single. Pursuit.  I believe in soulmates and that love can be eternal. No one can ever, or will ever, convince me otherwise.  I will not date until I feel ready to do so. Unless an enticing opportunity naturally presents itself, but this tends to not happen. I do not currently feel ready. There are things I need to do first.  I hate dating apps. I hate casual dating. I hate shopping around for people. Hate, hate, hate, hate it. It’s the least romantic thing I can possibly think of. At some point, I recognize that I might just have to deal with it. But I am still hoping for that movie moment, of bumping into her in the middl...

Oh, my love, come take my hand Like you did in my dreamland.  ~ Blackbriar 

“What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music.” – Soren Kierkeegard

Here is today's problem. I was definitely off-base on my first attempt at analyzing the runtime!  But when you realize what this is doing, it's not too bad. While of course in a real programming scenario we'd just use one of the built-in square root functions, well...Someone has to code those to work in the first place! And this is a possible implementation of one.  If you notice, the algorithm is essentially dividing the problem space into two pieces and analyzing them, effectively running a binary search. This was my initial mistake. I stepped through the problem, was doing all this division crap, forgetting that it's not about the operations that the algorithm itself is running, but rather the approximate number of times it is running said operations.   So, it's a binary search, basically to the T. There is nothing special here. Consequently, we can conclude that the runtime is O(log n) . 

Just in case you didn't know.

Found this today and it really struck a chord.  “You are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in such pain." — Emilie Autumn  I love her music, though thus far I only listen to a few songs regularly. I really need to branch out. I also want to get a copy of the Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls; it looks like a fantastically dark read.  Anyway, back to avoiding relatives who won't leave and keep prying into every single aspect of my life. Seriously, why do people do this?