08.10.10
one blog two blog three blog four
four blogs make a bunch
and so do many more
12.03.08
So now it is December
So… today, this poor girl made one unfortunate remark about the 5th dimension, or something, and her male friend proceeded for the next 10 minutes to try to explain to her what the 10th dimension actually is.
So… this made me laugh.
So… I went on Wikipedia and looked up A Wrinkle in Time, and remembered what a crazy story it was. Disembodied giant brain?
So… wrinkles in time can make you teleport through the THIRD DIMENSION. Do you understand? Let me draw you a diagram. And if you apply that to the next series….
Yup.
09.11.08
When I heard this interview on the radio…
Leah Moreland, the woman who said she grew up sheltered from prejudice, plans to vote for McCain. Party loyalty is also part of her decision. But her cultural compass also comes into play. She says her gut tells her not to trust Obama.“I look at Obama, and I have a question in my mind,” she says. “Years ago, was he taken into the Muslim faith? And my concern is the only way you are no longer a Muslim is if you are dead, killed. So in my mind, he’s still alive.”
Although Barack Obama has said repeatedly he is not a Muslim and has never been a Muslim, Moreland is still unconvinced.
“There is something about him I don’t trust,” she says. “I don’t care how good a speaker he is, I just can’t trust him.”
I was like WHAT THE FUCK. Her language skills are terrible!
“I look at Obama, and I have a question in my mind,” she says. “Years ago, was he taken into the Muslim faith?
And myconcern isI believe the only way you are no longer a Muslim is if you are dead, killed(…wtf), so in my mind, he’s stillalivea Muslim.”
There we go, now her sentence is actually coherent. Too bad it’s still completely retarded.
08.26.08
The Leavening
Orphan fighter is on hold this week. I could have written something yesterday, but I was too busy reading skip beat. I’m happy to say that I got through 106 chapters (~3180 pages). Today, I’ll be packing my bags and doing last minute preparation for a trip to the Northwest. I could probably also have written something today as well, but no dice. Naturally, from Wednesday through Friday, when I’m out of the state (of emergency? of mind?), I won’t have time to “write” because I’ll be too busy eating fresh seafood and attending PAX.
08.25.08
Life out of Context: Quashed Sentiments
…You’re a mystery I don’t want to solve. It’s like something out of a Greek tragedy. You’re the puzzle that, once solved, will ruin my life forever. You’re the knot that, once unraveled, will make the world fall apart.
I’d tell you to go away, but I don’t need to. You’re already on another planet.
05.28.08
Reevers and zealots
I hate to say it again, but I hate to say it again, but I hate to say it again.
11.06.07
If your friends are dumb, you are, too.
When your friends are being out-of-their-minds stupid, what’s a dude supposed to do? This is a thing I’m not so familiar with, on account of only having friends who are decidedly not retarded. But I hear these tales from the underground about people that I sort-of-knew, and I’m like “Damn, what the hell is wrong with you?” Is it really that hard to intervene when your friends are being stupid? I mean, assuming that you yourself are of reasonable mental faculties, you ought to be able to tell when your buddy over there is making a mess of things. I’ll admit that it’s probably easier said than done. Interventions ain’t no small thang, and watching your friend fall apart is probably funny in some sick way. Right.
I want to know why people think it’s cool to drink alcohol. I want to know why people think acting the fool and getting your party on is super fly. These are the things I’ve never wanted to understand because I’ve always suspected that the truth would be depressingly retarded. There’s no good reason, is there? It’s all some cowardly attempt to stave off the unpleasantness of reality through the use of self-destructive chemistry. Well screw that. I don’t want to inflate my ego by saying that I’m better than all of those loser boozers, but it has to be said. If I can get by without being high, then why the hell can’t they? Anyway, whatever. I’m mellow, for real. And I didn’t need a bottle of scotch to get here.
11.04.07
Have you heard of Havidol
Okay, here’s a primer. I didn’t reset my clock before going to sleep, so I ended up waking up an hour earlier than I needed to. Yeah, I woke up at what is technically 5:05 AM. That is really very annoying, let me tell you! Anyway, because I wrote such a monstrosity yesterday, I’ll be taking it easy today.
So I mention Havidol in the title of today’s post. Have you heard of it? Here’s a link to the website. Oh, and here’s a nifty youtube video as well. Give them a look-see and turn the page for some exciting explanation. Read the rest of this entry »
10.30.07
What a drag
I’m too busy and too unfocused to sit down and write anything, but I’m scheduled to post something anyway. In the future, I’ll probably ask one of my friends to contribute something, but for today’s post, I’ll put up the essay I had to write on Sunday night. Admittedly, the essay sucks. It has no flow, no cohesion, and I had no fun writing it. But whatever, I post it because it is convenient to do so at this time. The only part that was remotely interesting was near the end when I talked about how Asian parents of the my generation have doomed their kids to an upper-middle class existence, but even that part was mostly BS on my part. It might be worth revisiting in a future article, but for now I gotta split. Find the essay after the break. Read the rest of this entry »